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&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There was a farmer, sitting on the front porch of his house&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;one hot summer day, when this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;kid comes walking down the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;road carrying a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;bundle of wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;
"Hey kid!" the farmer says. "Where ya goin'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;with that wire?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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"Well," the kid drawls, "this here ain't just any ol' wire, this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here's chicken wire -- I'm fixin' to catch me some chickens!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "You can't catch chickens with chicken wire!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Sure I can!" the kid says, and takes off down&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;the road. He&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;comes back at the end of the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and sure enough, he's got a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;whole mess of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;chickens caught in his chicken wire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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Well, the farmer's sitting on his porch the next&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;day, and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;same kid comes walking down the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;lane, carrying a big roll of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tape.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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"Hey kid!" the farmer yells. "Where ya goin'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;with that tape?" "Well, this here ain't just any&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ol'&amp;nbsp;tape, this here's duck tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm fixin' to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;catch me some ducks!" "You can't catch ducks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;with&amp;nbsp;duck tape!" the farmer yells back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Sure I can!" the kid says, and takes off down&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;the road. He&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;comes back at the end of the day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and again, the farmer can't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;believe his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The kid had a whole bunch of ducks all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wrapped up tightly in his tape. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The next day the farmer's sitting on his porch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;again, and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kid comes walking down the road carrying a stick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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"Hey kid!" the farmer says. "Where ya goin'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;with that stick?" "Well, this here ain't just any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;old&amp;nbsp;stick, this here's pussy willow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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"Hang on," the farmer says, "I'll get my hat."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An elderly woman entered a large furniture&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;store and was greeted by a much younger salesman.  "Is there something in particular I can&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;show you?" he asked.

"Yes, I want to buy a sexual sofa."

"You mean a sectional sofa," he suggested.

"Sectional schmectional." she bitterly retorted. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
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&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"All I want is an occasional piece in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;
&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;living room!"
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Yes," the class said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The teacher asked, "Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/12/god-is-watching.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5b8Yam6Q9ega25V5f9yZ196ASaYDOGShqi2KCyXiP5VA363hbqsjlzE1F7pQgbyltOYWproVB8rNaF4dfP2l7iDXMD1dQgqN_EPA7D_CP9iy21qmBIkOZYlvfM9nYsdffgG0HiMd1Z8PT/s72-c/apple.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-3214238922874654729</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-01T08:41:10.783-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Female Reindeer...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXNBP1KJiDOhyFR3Ph3WyBfR8p_ttppzJ0l8XeOQFhzCL3kj0RlFBJNETju-ZpNoxEghmoYTwDP-4vDG0VF1JToFZQpwl8S9JeXDRtAAPhDwo1cSDO0xUjMk5ATnrIZHKlWFtjhlF0N6k/s1600/femalereindeer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXNBP1KJiDOhyFR3Ph3WyBfR8p_ttppzJ0l8XeOQFhzCL3kj0RlFBJNETju-ZpNoxEghmoYTwDP-4vDG0VF1JToFZQpwl8S9JeXDRtAAPhDwo1cSDO0xUjMk5ATnrIZHKlWFtjhlF0N6k/s320/femalereindeer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring. Therefore, according to every historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, every single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen - had to be a female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;We should've known.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;Only women would be able to drag a fat man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/12/female-reindeer.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXNBP1KJiDOhyFR3Ph3WyBfR8p_ttppzJ0l8XeOQFhzCL3kj0RlFBJNETju-ZpNoxEghmoYTwDP-4vDG0VF1JToFZQpwl8S9JeXDRtAAPhDwo1cSDO0xUjMk5ATnrIZHKlWFtjhlF0N6k/s72-c/femalereindeer.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-2770945049795422151</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-01T08:33:07.821-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Two men waiting at the pearly gates...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiFCdQBt4bpdVkeRVJzj-GiDbUsmAwGvXcuPUK6rX3dO5RBoHXzuPGgI_ZKN3Mh7xbdsVSiNb2Wp5LDSaGvNQeKiyBCAoevKUci5p3JA2ppUilXXMpykeC-3qReChUMn-d3TvSlp38oCb/s1600/freezingman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiFCdQBt4bpdVkeRVJzj-GiDbUsmAwGvXcuPUK6rX3dO5RBoHXzuPGgI_ZKN3Mh7xbdsVSiNb2Wp5LDSaGvNQeKiyBCAoevKUci5p3JA2ppUilXXMpykeC-3qReChUMn-d3TvSlp38oCb/s320/freezingman.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Two men waiting at the pearly gates strike up a conversation. "How'd you die?" the first man asks the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I froze to death," says the second. "That's awful, how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;to freeze to death?" says the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's very uncomfortable at first, you get the shakes, and you get pains in all your fingers and toes. But eventually, it's a very calm way to go. You get numb and you kind of drift off, as if you're sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you die?" says the second. "I had a heart attack", says the first guy. "You see, I knew my wife was cheating on me, so one day I showed up at home unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to the bedroom, and found her alone, knitting.&lt;br /&gt;I ran down to the basement, bot no one was hiding there.&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to the second floor, but no one was hiding there either.&lt;br /&gt;I ran as fast as I could to the attic, and just as I got there, I had a massive heart attack and died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man shakes his head. "that's so ironic" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" asks the first man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you had only stopped to look in the freezer, we'd both still be alive."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;small style="background-color: #ffcc00; color: #3333ff; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/12/two-men-waiting-at-pearly-gates.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjiFCdQBt4bpdVkeRVJzj-GiDbUsmAwGvXcuPUK6rX3dO5RBoHXzuPGgI_ZKN3Mh7xbdsVSiNb2Wp5LDSaGvNQeKiyBCAoevKUci5p3JA2ppUilXXMpykeC-3qReChUMn-d3TvSlp38oCb/s72-c/freezingman.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-5851430156955432506</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 16:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-02T07:36:45.913-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Adam was walking around the garden..</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWq0xDZDAq1jcA-fzEzpF3iaSY9u5FuRekx6Qd7faVwpKLh_OMXBdOMeU01IoRDWfg6jelYFgyRlvvIusxApDtAFvvq4E-5Q6kkGgkkBHgrnPVunM4HmL8TwGp24OzGiSoHCW9LVHj24t/s1600/adam++eve+14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWq0xDZDAq1jcA-fzEzpF3iaSY9u5FuRekx6Qd7faVwpKLh_OMXBdOMeU01IoRDWfg6jelYFgyRlvvIusxApDtAFvvq4E-5Q6kkGgkkBHgrnPVunM4HmL8TwGp24OzGiSoHCW9LVHj24t/s320/adam++eve+14.png" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;Adam was walking around the garden of Eden feeling very lonely, so God asked him, "What is wrong with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;Adam said he didn't have anyone to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;God said that He was going to make Adam a companion and that it would be a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;He said, "This person will gather food for you, cook for you, and when you discover clothing she'll wash it for you. She will always agree with every decision you make. She will bear your children and never ask you to get up in the middle of the night to take care of them. She will not nag you and will always be the first to admit she was wrong when you've had a disagreement. She will never have a headache and will freely give you love and passion whenever you need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;Adam asked God, "What will a woman like this cost?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;God replied, "An arm and a leg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;Then Adam asked, "What can I get for a rib?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;The rest is history .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/12/adam-was-walking-around-garden-of-eden.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWq0xDZDAq1jcA-fzEzpF3iaSY9u5FuRekx6Qd7faVwpKLh_OMXBdOMeU01IoRDWfg6jelYFgyRlvvIusxApDtAFvvq4E-5Q6kkGgkkBHgrnPVunM4HmL8TwGp24OzGiSoHCW9LVHj24t/s72-c/adam++eve+14.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-6238231525611427604</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-01T08:18:42.944-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>A man left for work...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUbu9oFAgBeDSstq5OW7-Sjs9xMzQNq0g6Cay2t4xvfQxg04w8PYuGEFOFcR6bfLUU2YrVgNa-1BuUxXJWUmdkNUplYHh8jVCHezTcwH5yXfLL-9l9prmL1H3y01ISQPVLQocapy_VXVc/s1600/blackeye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUbu9oFAgBeDSstq5OW7-Sjs9xMzQNq0g6Cay2t4xvfQxg04w8PYuGEFOFcR6bfLUU2YrVgNa-1BuUxXJWUmdkNUplYHh8jVCHezTcwH5yXfLL-9l9prmL1H3y01ISQPVLQocapy_VXVc/s1600/blackeye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;A man left for work one Friday afternoon. But, being payday, instead of going home, he stayed out the entire weekend partying with the boys and spending his entire paycheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;When he finally appeared at home, Sunday night, he was confronted by a very angry wife and was barraged for nearly two hours with a tirade befitting his actions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;Finally his wife stopped the nagging and simply said to him, "How would you like it if you didn't see me for two or three days?" To which he replied, "That would be fine with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;Monday went by and he didn't see his wife. Tuesday and Wednesday came and went with the same results. Come Thursday, the swelling went down just enough where he could see her a little out of the corner of his left eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-man-left-for-work.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUbu9oFAgBeDSstq5OW7-Sjs9xMzQNq0g6Cay2t4xvfQxg04w8PYuGEFOFcR6bfLUU2YrVgNa-1BuUxXJWUmdkNUplYHh8jVCHezTcwH5yXfLL-9l9prmL1H3y01ISQPVLQocapy_VXVc/s72-c/blackeye.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-2219505878016955772</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2012 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-01T08:14:42.158-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>A cat dies and goes to Heaven...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;A cat dies and goes to Heaven. God meets him at the gate and says, "You have been a good cat all of these years. Anything you desire is yours, all you have to do is ask."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;The cats says, "Well, I lived all my life with a poor family on a farm and had to sleep on hardwood floors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;God says, "Say no more." And instantly, a fluffy pillow appears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;A few days later, 6 mice are killed in a tragic accident and they go to Heaven. God meets them at the gate with the same offer that He made the cat. The mice said, "All our lives we've had to run. Cats, dogs and even women with brooms have chased us. If we could only have a pair of roller skates, we wouldn't have to run anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;God says, "Say no more." And instantly, each mouse is fitted with a beautiful pair of tiny roller skates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;About a week later, God decides to check and see how the cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow. God gently wakes him and asks, "How are you doing? Are you happy here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23.399999618530273px;"&gt;The cat yawns and stretches and says, "Oh, I've never been happier in my life. And those Meals on Wheels you've been sending over are the best!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-cat-dies-and-goes-to-heaven.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmXjvHFcm4e2uamnHrOUSHNrlcX-QaPiCXbDfXtDnOIszFKmvCULqDEEkzSccT_Xxe5nFMHXDt2kVZ7-OBEQKoqRJ-FO05A8eRmRXTBBE1-W-2PE6AUfgNiDJhC8SxuHrlsM4-y1V3s-8/s72-c/mouse+on+skate.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-3233174794450748460</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2012 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-30T05:36:31.806-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>A guy is sitting at the bar...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;A guy is sitting at a bar in a skyscraper restaurant high above the city. He's slamming tequila left and right. He grabs one, drinks it, goes over to a window and jumps out. The guy who was sitting next to him couldn't believe that the guy had just done that. He was more surprised when, ten minutes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;later, the same guy, unscathed, comes walking back into the bar and sits back down next to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;The astonished guy asks "How did you do that? I just saw you jump out that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;window and we're hundreds of feet above the GROUND!". The jumper responds by slurring, "Well, I don't get it either. I slam a shot of tequila and when I jump out the window, the tequila makes me slow down right before I hit the ground. Watch." He takes a shot, slams it down, goes to the window and jumps out. The other guy runs to the window and watches as the guy falls until right before the ground, slows down and lands softly on his feet. A few minutes later, the guy walks back into the bar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;The other guy has to try it too, so he orders a shot of tequila. He drinks it and goes to the window and jumps. As he reaches the bottom, he doesn't slow down at all...SPLAT! The first guy orders another shot of tequila and the bartender says to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;him, "You're really an asshole when you're drunk, Superman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/a-guy-is-sitting-at-bar.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRsOE_tuqz1GtwY9ixFIEivCTylwBmqTDFlyeTEPmojVO6shljYgrr_dFt2JyLigTMCsvsYYjQ1o14v_laYB6X4xBSGtNYCZIpiBkoBCCtCEEM4Ma27l-lpX8RB4QjqBDiCAMexZI2eplz/s72-c/drunk.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-3958153887841441420</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-29T14:27:11.347-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Do Not Disturb...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened. She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn't get out of her room. "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/do-not-disturb.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8rIo-pIFLYC2ysnm6lNXaa4RsQrSkdXfVKGoJPgyiHi3nB0dhBSirSl5wsvUNh1W-g_lH4tpbnCe7ekc9hY-M7Fo56Zaok8LJE4760U67UjB_nZq0CwhBw63S-fHhpkepX2b9T7bw8Ra/s72-c/do-not-disturb.bmp" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-602713441367058855</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-29T07:39:50.455-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Two young boys walked...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshyISwyjuKC5bcScHmzfkRrTypm-pVRXAVaWYJPXaKRU1dPKaXqjYdcbUQzrJWAQwz7PPFNdqYkFaaLjIjr7rh_3_XYcuUJRz-XWb2WAIrmRx3w8iETubRvCzi-_JZs1Svio_69VgEGfC/s1600/pharmacist.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshyISwyjuKC5bcScHmzfkRrTypm-pVRXAVaWYJPXaKRU1dPKaXqjYdcbUQzrJWAQwz7PPFNdqYkFaaLjIjr7rh_3_XYcuUJRz-XWb2WAIrmRx3w8iETubRvCzi-_JZs1Svio_69VgEGfC/s320/pharmacist.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons and preceded to the checkout counter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;The man at the counter asked the older boy, "Son, how old are you?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;"Eight," the boy replied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;The man continued, "do you know what these are used for?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;The boy replied, "not exactly, but they aren't for me. They're for him. He's my brother. He's four. We saw on TV that if you use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike. Right now, he can't do either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/two-young-boys-walked.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshyISwyjuKC5bcScHmzfkRrTypm-pVRXAVaWYJPXaKRU1dPKaXqjYdcbUQzrJWAQwz7PPFNdqYkFaaLjIjr7rh_3_XYcuUJRz-XWb2WAIrmRx3w8iETubRvCzi-_JZs1Svio_69VgEGfC/s72-c/pharmacist.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-6506150193658859089</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 15:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-29T07:22:59.030-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Through the kitchen window...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoU2PcT_aGUFQ-izCyuweSv0Na3b9JIxA2quMUUJWBktIxQ8P20hmZZLSgZM82-vm9l8Z8ipizCWaCf7gqgT01lp8DhwrwZo0YGNqfNeTPoSOgZ6Eu8LsjPorm6ara27OBqi-jAzmVRVo/s1600/angryboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoU2PcT_aGUFQ-izCyuweSv0Na3b9JIxA2quMUUJWBktIxQ8P20hmZZLSgZM82-vm9l8Z8ipizCWaCf7gqgT01lp8DhwrwZo0YGNqfNeTPoSOgZ6Eu8LsjPorm6ara27OBqi-jAzmVRVo/s320/angryboy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Through the kitchen window a farmer's wife sees her son coming home from school. The boy's in a bad mood &amp;amp; as he crosses the field he kicks a pig. He walks a little further &amp;amp; kicks a cow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Once inside his mother says "I saw what u did, young man! For kickin' the pig u'll get no bacon for a week &amp;amp; for kickin' the cow no milk for a week."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Just at that moment the boy's father walks through the door &amp;amp; boots the cat halfway across the room. Boy looks at his mom &amp;amp; says "Do u wanna tell him, or should I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/through-kitchen-window.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoU2PcT_aGUFQ-izCyuweSv0Na3b9JIxA2quMUUJWBktIxQ8P20hmZZLSgZM82-vm9l8Z8ipizCWaCf7gqgT01lp8DhwrwZo0YGNqfNeTPoSOgZ6Eu8LsjPorm6ara27OBqi-jAzmVRVo/s72-c/angryboy.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-6890600679885258250</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-29T07:15:36.214-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>The Walmart Greeter...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW168uIjdAHacsuXGVZVWUJBgJ_qlxRopNZNs1stqnstYn1bfwJbNm5M3d6pxOvh0osThhqRf4CaKG7zxwInjbj13ZXSVnu6uAfmBYYGRx75hI_BZBRj-WNjj-PUwwCnCjDGKkxoaGraZy/s1600/walmart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW168uIjdAHacsuXGVZVWUJBgJ_qlxRopNZNs1stqnstYn1bfwJbNm5M3d6pxOvh0osThhqRf4CaKG7zxwInjbj13ZXSVnu6uAfmBYYGRx75hI_BZBRj-WNjj-PUwwCnCjDGKkxoaGraZy/s320/walmart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;So after landing my new job as a Wal-Mart greeter, I lasted less than a day... About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;I said pleasantly, 'Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?' The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 'Hell no, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7. Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or stupid?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: seagreen; line-height: 15.199999809265137px;"&gt;So I replied, 'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am, I just couldn't believe someone slept with you twice.Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.' My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-walmart-greeter.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW168uIjdAHacsuXGVZVWUJBgJ_qlxRopNZNs1stqnstYn1bfwJbNm5M3d6pxOvh0osThhqRf4CaKG7zxwInjbj13ZXSVnu6uAfmBYYGRx75hI_BZBRj-WNjj-PUwwCnCjDGKkxoaGraZy/s72-c/walmart.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-9002369630051125639</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 15:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-29T07:03:26.836-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Three men were drunk...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.38;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Three men were drunk, they stopped a taxi. The taxi driver figured that they were drunk, he just switched on the engine &amp;amp; switched it off &amp;amp; told them, " We have Arrived".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.38;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The 1st guy gave him money, 2nd guy said thanks, but the 3rd guy slapped him. The taxi driver was stunned because he was hoping that none of them would have realized that the car didn't move an INCH!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1imujiaObC3_WzVEOuh67peUUdlwx_l2dazINmBlIpocq1iyvMimo_y7QAwAXPCNqTGYGoM7EdQtO4u5O_VidgdR5XgAXP4X0SX1GyPepmLzVckkh47Owmomjv3pr10sLpwZAHO1LOS1E/s1600/old-woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1imujiaObC3_WzVEOuh67peUUdlwx_l2dazINmBlIpocq1iyvMimo_y7QAwAXPCNqTGYGoM7EdQtO4u5O_VidgdR5XgAXP4X0SX1GyPepmLzVckkh47Owmomjv3pr10sLpwZAHO1LOS1E/s320/old-woman.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;An old woman came into her doctor's office and confessed to an embarrassing problem. "I fart all the time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Doctor Johnson, but they're soundless, and they have no odor. In fact, since I've been here, I've farted no less than twenty times. What can I do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;"Here's a prescription, Mrs. Harris. Take these pills three times a day for seven days and come back and see me in a week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week an upset Mrs. Harris marched into Dr. Johnson's office. "Doctor, I don't know what was in those pills,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is worse! I'm farting just as much, but now they smell terrible! What do you have to say for yourself?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, Mrs.Harris," said the doctor soothingly. "Now that we've fixed your sinuses, we'll work on your hearing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/an-old-woman-came-into-her-doctors.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1imujiaObC3_WzVEOuh67peUUdlwx_l2dazINmBlIpocq1iyvMimo_y7QAwAXPCNqTGYGoM7EdQtO4u5O_VidgdR5XgAXP4X0SX1GyPepmLzVckkh47Owmomjv3pr10sLpwZAHO1LOS1E/s72-c/old-woman.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-9303729135811714</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 12:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-29T04:39:11.268-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>A man escapes from prison....</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43nsOXItNhl6Fm4OK0HCL0C8ODt7a8MKQqyTjSSeLPmPqtEe2eeNAlzjx1vJkSL8QHdsU0UeO7wAmd-dUiOuR-Ef_wg5KrMsZAtB4VNpIKl_nHwlNV9ywdwgxwg_t9NaeXxH1FexMCcyO/s1600/robber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43nsOXItNhl6Fm4OK0HCL0C8ODt7a8MKQqyTjSSeLPmPqtEe2eeNAlzjx1vJkSL8QHdsU0UeO7wAmd-dUiOuR-Ef_wg5KrMsZAtB4VNpIKl_nHwlNV9ywdwgxwg_t9NaeXxH1FexMCcyO/s320/robber.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;One day a little boy gets on a bus and sits behind the bus driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;He starts saying things like, "If my Mom was a hen and my dad was a rooster, I would be a little rooster," the bus driver said shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Still the boy went on... "If my Mom was a female elephant and my dad was a male elephant, I would be a little male elephant," the bus driver said shut up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the boy went on... "If my Mom was a female dog and my dad was a male dog, I would be a little male dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver got so mad, and asked, "If your Mom was a prostitute, and your dad was a homo, what would you be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy answered, "A bus driver!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/bus-driver.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5A06aB5r1I64kimKguevmaM1_U-ifdD1qE9NcKH8peV9XgZT8kMzITPYRacxFjEL5uO5jrLodatjowU_fVJKk7vkkBBMOIL5khRU8nzj5DBq0CAPcsIlWW0k0GenhvarNB_JJESjND2_5/s72-c/busdriver.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-4880381884181645500</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 07:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-28T23:58:52.616-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>The Last Letter From a husband to his wife..</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Last Letter&amp;nbsp;From a husband to his wife:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for 7 years and I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favourite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching TV. You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband &amp;amp; wife. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Your EX-Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER &amp;amp; I are moving away to Thailand together. We will have a great life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The wife's reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Ex-Husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true you and I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. Too bad that doesn't work. I DID notice when you got a haircut last week, but the first thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating chicken 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the 200$ price tag was still on them, and I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed that same amount from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you &amp;amp; felt we could work it out. So when I hit the LOTTERY AND WON $100 THOUSAND, I quit my job and bought us 2 tickets to Las Vegas. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a single penny from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell &amp;amp; Free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Sandy was actually born as my brother John. I helped pay for his sex change. I hope that's not a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-last-letter-from-husband-to-his-wife.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylS5t0pt9Cb6Ds2dYtOG3yciTlMRW7OkBl8Nu4zzKpd43YPULK0xUZMnwh8MXJy9XRD9_LJim1pi4-smUQRSft0D5VpNGeKDBOPqOyZeDOHfcsyB1pVQe_rXNoK4fIROBkT-_gurUuDs/s72-c/lotto.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (EarnOnline)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-8669966037248349528</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2012 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-28T12:13:47.124-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>I want a divorce....</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A couple were driving at 70mph down the road, husband behind the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The wife suddenly says "Honey, I know we've been married twenty years but I want a divorce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He says nothing but increases the speed to 80mph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She says "Now don't try to talk me out of it, I've been screwing your best friend for sometime now and he IS better at sex than you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He stays quiet, but speeds up to 90mph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She says "I want the house and the car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(He is now doing 100mph.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I want the bank accounts and the credit cards too." she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The husband starts to veer towards the side of the road and a large grove of trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The wife gets nervous and asks "Isn't there ANYTHING you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"No, I've got all I need." He said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Oh really, so what exactly do you have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.78333282470703px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just before they hit the tree at 120mph he smiles and says: "The freaking air-bag!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Am looking for my wife, she said she would be here but as I can see she's not around. Now that am here, I would like to confess". They go to the confession area, "forgive me father for I have sinned."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;"What are your sins my son?" The man replies, "The other day, I went looking for my wife at her home but she was not there. I found her sister alone, I slept with the sister."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, that is sin, but at least you came to confess".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Then another day I went looking for her at her aunt's place but she was not there, I found her cousin alone, I slept with the cousin".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;"You know that is wrong my son".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Then the other day I went looking for her at her working place. She was not there, I found her colleague alone,.."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;The priest interrupts, "Let me guess, you slept with her colleague?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Yes father". There was silence after that. Father?" Father?" Still silent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;The man peeps through and finds out that the priest is no longer there . He looks for him and finds him hiding. "Why are you hiding father?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-size: medium;"&gt;The priest replies, "I've just realized I'm the only one here and you came looking for your wife"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/why-are-you-hiding-father.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnzD9rG-I7BcinWh4ePTlUb6DlLfV7HGHqgAz0Ju4ealDMuITy1wVqkun-Ad03WsXMU862MSoxEf3iY9YAm22S3Jpbh6zDaFmG1ZUWKuxqADDSykkAJa4QaE3IvRcJEB4pGPRkRikj65m/s72-c/Reconciliation_17.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (EarnOnline)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-3541478074489935706</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2012 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-11T11:38:37.659-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>Little Red Riding Hood...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Red Riding Hood is skipping down the road&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when she sees the Big Bad Wolf crouched down behind a log.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My, what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf,"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;says Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The surprised wolf jumps up and runs away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Further down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this time he is crouched behind a tree stump.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My, what big ears you have Mr. Wolf," says Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again the foiled wolf jumps up and runs away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About 2 miles down the road, Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again, this time crouched down behind a road sign.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My, what big teeth you have Mr. Wolf," taunts Little Red Riding Hood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With that the Big Bad Wolf jumps up and screams,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Will you get lost? I'm trying to take a dump!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/little-red-riding-hood.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3iQibHQgzCGBCQ2Y07ZXRKEMrFrOHqGYU5dlUnfbab95clnryjAzxuxvPwYX2xirs-1Ql1ESn7ziXYwa5UxbLxAsl-x5nOTvPOorY4-0Zr3veud6lZm6iPpBa_CIztAGHGF29tr2GHhj/s72-c/littlered.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-5690697884827246370</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2012 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-10T06:17:23.531-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>And that's how the fight got started...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpNUzhpUxfHS1rDhIQResP9HxslbbSJJIcSmeUxzjbbdqDmrwCtZoilk16vxcPRdNlZnHsgXCECSu5_IDenXk37cY5JfNqz8Gd6cY7_D-UJT6Mmw4oe94e4UJYhV_k7Qw7FOaH5byafxB/s1600/socialsecurity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpNUzhpUxfHS1rDhIQResP9HxslbbSJJIcSmeUxzjbbdqDmrwCtZoilk16vxcPRdNlZnHsgXCECSu5_IDenXk37cY5JfNqz8Gd6cY7_D-UJT6Mmw4oe94e4UJYhV_k7Qw7FOaH5byafxB/s1600/socialsecurity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing My curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is Proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten Disability, too.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://livetolaugh1.blogspot.com/2012/11/and-thats-how-fight-got-started.html</link><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpNUzhpUxfHS1rDhIQResP9HxslbbSJJIcSmeUxzjbbdqDmrwCtZoilk16vxcPRdNlZnHsgXCECSu5_IDenXk37cY5JfNqz8Gd6cY7_D-UJT6Mmw4oe94e4UJYhV_k7Qw7FOaH5byafxB/s72-c/socialsecurity.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><author>endline010@gmail.com (Lynn Johnson)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6467739749675676425.post-3433641140190649088</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2012 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-10T05:59:47.831-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stories/Jokes</category><title>The Miracle of Toilet Paper...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEG7Fq1QR_4w3NjhzK7EK_WOsQtr7-t2mMyM7aBsPLovVHCMb3XC3YtsaNvswOrslN1dYbR6oFba19fg0GU6hD8dLL09yTvrnCvZDn1mAc6U82lDjxqSnDVHN1j50kldya8kJ9ypEgCn_/s1600/toiletpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEG7Fq1QR_4w3NjhzK7EK_WOsQtr7-t2mMyM7aBsPLovVHCMb3XC3YtsaNvswOrslN1dYbR6oFba19fg0GU6hD8dLL09yTvrnCvZDn1mAc6U82lDjxqSnDVHN1j50kldya8kJ9ypEgCn_/s1600/toiletpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" I ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Without missing a beat he says, "Worked for your butt didn't it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy he may even walk again, although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stupid, stupid man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a &amp;nbsp;broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale '&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'You talk?' he asks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Yep,' the Lab replies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA. In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. &amp;nbsp;I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was &amp;nbsp;awarded a batch of medals. &amp;nbsp;I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Ten dollars,' the guy says.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Because he's a liar. He never did any of that crap.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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