<?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-5265342202256701644</id><updated>2024-11-01T01:22:10.186-07:00</updated><category term="Rude Jokes"/><category term="Dirty Jokes"/><category term="Hot Jokes"/><category term="Yo Mama Jokes"/><category term="Sick Jokes"/><category term="Short Jokes"/><category term="Sexist Jokes"/><category term="Long Jokes"/><category term="One Liners Jokes"/><title type='text'>Really Rude Jokes - Funny Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>The Funniest Rude Jokes on the Web</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-8295403210651026397</id><published>2018-09-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-09-17T07:23:46.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games Tebak Kata Bahasa Indonesia</title><summary type="text">
Games Tebak Kata Bahasa Indonesia
Banyak orang bertanya-tanya bagaimana cara masuk ke pengembangan game. Jika Anda telah mengikuti wawancara kami baru-baru ini dengan pengembang indie, Anda akan melihat bahwa hampir semua dari mereka mengatakan untuk memulai. Tidak perlu menunggu, karena ada banyak perangkat lunak gratis untuk membuat teka teki game. Pendekatan yang layak untuk ini adalah apa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8295403210651026397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2018/09/games-tebak-kata-bahasa-indonesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/8295403210651026397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/8295403210651026397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2018/09/games-tebak-kata-bahasa-indonesia.html' title='Games Tebak Kata Bahasa Indonesia'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsypaVCJZmoV_2pOtuV1-GAo72Yb8MCfjfFTKd8PUX3mIKCgwDMCBftNk5jxdCpzl93mIbe744eBd8W9sDaPQf7XRYS5bq7yffsJAq2qgHntnLnXAs7ObK8q-5q50BJMq3JlOYAe8s2Q/s72-c/games_tebak_kata_bahasa_indonesia.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-3778252286708941001</id><published>2010-01-12T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:36:37.498-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Twelfth Baby</title><summary type="text">A woman had just given birth to her twelfth baby when her doctor says,&quot;You&#39;ve just had your twelfth baby Miss. What are you going to name this one?&quot; &quot;Joe&quot; &quot;But you named the last eleven Joe&quot; &quot;Yeah its great. I say Joe go clean the room,  they all go clean their room.  I say Joe come for dinner, they all come for dinner.&quot; &quot;But what if you only want one of them?&quot; &quot;Oh! Then I call them by their last</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3778252286708941001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/twelfth-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3778252286708941001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3778252286708941001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/twelfth-baby.html' title='Twelfth Baby'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyIwp9n_zyLYrCOPzFS4DE9ZGi9rKQf0jXwaZnw5Uz32GxyEosHRIv95BcxRsanly5K9EkEvjHEo_IKrsviPr-fXb4-qOGoX1Scb-1ofNcoUTj7mu4bWrmqFmLSaM6fPcGh2OzoO1l7s/s72-c/rude-jokes-mother.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-291894801746428800</id><published>2009-12-26T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:36:42.355-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Great News</title><summary type="text">The day after a man lost his wife in a scuba diving accident, he was greeted by two grim-faced policemen at his door.&quot;We&#39;re sorry to call on you at this hour, Mr. Jones, but we have some information about your wife.&quot;&quot;Well, tell me!&quot; the man said.The policeman said, &quot;We have some bad news, some good news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?&quot;Fearing the worse, Mr. Jones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/291894801746428800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/291894801746428800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/291894801746428800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-news.html' title='Great News'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscFHDsSr5iUKTZ1-emCLB5-FGIztCg1iQeqirzHRN-TRAzS5ycDYp0Tmix8-wxFGv9cpwaesJLuyfe5aHZ_1nBZqawWUWHVA8H1QLzWWcWfqNhaE9v4r7uRDAz_VDGe94X6KCiIPTC2E/s72-c/rude-jokes-policemen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-8547627433100582679</id><published>2009-12-26T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:36:21.875-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Doctor&#39;s Test</title><summary type="text">One day, a sick guy went to a doctor. The doctor ran some tests and sent him home with some medicine. The next day the doctor called and the wife answered. &quot;I&#39;m going to have to run a few more tests&quot;, the doctor said &quot;I&#39;m going to need a semen, urine and a fecal sample&quot;. After she hung up the husband asked, &quot;What did the doctor say?&quot; &quot;Oh the doctor is going to need a pair of your underwear&quot;.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8547627433100582679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/doctors-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/8547627433100582679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/8547627433100582679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/doctors-test.html' title='Doctor&#39;s Test'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2JIC1dd47D-GmWksrQqDbpiKX9VqkqrOGrW2hFhgzdJeYCLRJt4a92OKtZ4YkMbHKSWYAr79yg48C6IoM8sPuGuzA4a-1x80I-_O8sK9hqK1aePhkaT5dZsMyifiIHQki8XhiBwUpHf8/s72-c/rude-jokes-funny-rhino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-9109333342267804258</id><published>2009-12-16T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:56:06.652-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Farmers Market</title><summary type="text">One day a redneck farmer goes to farmers market and asks &quot;Do you have any donkeys?&quot; &quot;Yes, but we call them asses&quot; the man replies. &quot;OK,  I&#39;ll take one&quot; says the farmer “Also I need a rooster, have you got any?&quot; &quot;No&quot; replies the man “But we do have some cockrells, will that do?&quot; &quot;Sure&quot; says the man &quot;Gimme one of those too&quot; When he arrived home he found that both his new animals were being quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9109333342267804258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/farmers-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/9109333342267804258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/9109333342267804258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/farmers-market.html' title='Farmers Market'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAkod7YJcMnaQ28HYRAmk1LZnfosZbFnsVuckKM0ETOJOyx4_T3tVWfh1Qifc0VWid2LCVRMYMYpL9NQtthZn-KJChTQPGk3UmvUUFCrFsMq7N4PdP8XmlJ32wPLwv7U41SqB0hGqtLt8/s72-c/rude-jokes-funny-donkey.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-1014688725481342284</id><published>2009-11-30T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:32:01.702-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Great Face Lift</title><summary type="text">A man decided to have a face lift for his birthday. He spends 4,000 grand and feels really good about the result. On his way home he stops at a newsstand, buys a paper and says to the sales clerk, &quot;I hope you don&#39;t mind me asking, but how old do you think I am?&quot;&quot;About 34,&quot; was the reply. &quot;I&#39;m actually 46,&quot; says the man happily.About a while later he went for lunch to McDonald&#39;s and asks the order</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1014688725481342284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/face-lift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1014688725481342284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1014688725481342284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/face-lift.html' title='Great Face Lift'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaQxuqLeQt0CyS-tcmUJ1AoKTZfrYu0K73LRKwZ1RG6VQNV_me7Icg3T7BspMg6m_72cjVhzut7h8-8pmkzGh1O7yS9fgShxzPws0N8r0p4m4Q5xSmvYg_RqhwU8ATKJLsKI2iIa_oDM/s72-c/rude-jokes-very-old-woman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-3599845890564506110</id><published>2009-11-30T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:36:46.816-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Going Fishing</title><summary type="text">One morning, a husband, turns to his lovely wife, &quot;Honey, we&#39;re going fishing this weekend, just you, me and the dog.&quot;The wife frowns, &quot;But I don&#39;t like fishing!&quot;&quot;Look! We&#39;re going fishing and that&#39;s final.&quot;&quot;Do I have to go...? I really don&#39;t want to go!&quot;&quot;Ok, I&#39;ll give you three choices... One, You come fishing with me and the dog... Two, You give me a bl*w job.... or Three, you take it up the a$</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3599845890564506110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-fishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3599845890564506110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3599845890564506110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-fishing.html' title='Going Fishing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDBBxKDZwLzzabTYt4FGpmqDmp0sYRxzi-9-6r0ku9kNIhwSZNo2VkugOyjKiOh-eamNrfs3tiRZjLDt98Rsam_BrUXxQBpGLDIOMoxAbUgNvxAUQ38hIU67l4ZPMK40nt7YZLMeu59Q/s72-c/rude-jokes-fisherman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-1085996471131689787</id><published>2009-11-30T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:51:53.368-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Accidental Bump</title><summary type="text">A man is in a hotel lobby. As he runs to the front desk, he accidentally bumps into a woman and as he does, his elbow hits her breast. They are both quite startled. The man turns to her and says, &quot;Ma&#39;am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you&#39;ll forgive me.&quot; She replies, &quot;If your p*nis is as hard as your elbow, I&#39;m in room 243.&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1085996471131689787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/accidental-bump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1085996471131689787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1085996471131689787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/accidental-bump.html' title='Accidental Bump'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhBDIpEFlW5-auo-FtzK0FdxwyYs_2ksFgRtLyox_EAu4KMtI5TH3jc8aD9glKcXp8h1GL5jubhmkyiISdypM5TXFLu843v0EsJD02q2kelQo-FUjlCNoSJ3HaFsqo55neb3dV-KrnW8/s72-c/rude-jokes-hotel-lobby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-7462126782818057136</id><published>2009-11-28T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:50:25.445-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Pharmacist Dad</title><summary type="text">A young man goes into a drug store to buy c*ndoms. The pharmacist says the c*ndoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants.&quot;Well,&quot; he said, &quot;I&#39;ve been seeing this girl for a while and I think tonight&#39;s &quot;the&quot; night. We&#39;re having dinner with her parents, and then we&#39;re going out. And I&#39;ve got a feeling I&#39;m gonna get lucky after that. Once she&#39;s had me, she&#39;ll want me all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7462126782818057136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/pharmacist-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/7462126782818057136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/7462126782818057136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/pharmacist-dad.html' title='Pharmacist Dad'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdDgiGmxoG4RmpUQniJQxZ3bsQbZ9k9OMw83zamh9oAJpEuCpQCxRL1zpyxT4oOpaYDKe0czAk0nsvT7oGDjGTaTvyQP6WXRWc5OOEPYse2P3YXiKqw69C9ycgV19b6uAt923j33zhWs/s72-c/rude-jokes-pharmacist.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-4702167616914370349</id><published>2009-10-18T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:05:06.610-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Buying Chicken</title><summary type="text">One day a man went to the supermarket to buy some boneless chicken breasts. At the store, however, he was disappointed to find only a few skimpy prepackaged portions of the poultry, so he complained to the butcher lady.&quot;Don&#39;t worry,&quot; she said, &quot;I&#39;ll pack some more trays and have them ready for you by the time you finish shopping.&quot;A few minutes later, he heard the lady butcher&#39;s voice boom over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4702167616914370349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/buying-chicken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/4702167616914370349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/4702167616914370349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/buying-chicken.html' title='Buying Chicken'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMpDq6fvYKaK3mzVG-YZpzeFHNE82epQwZCkpOZCIvfnJ2Zmnz1bc3MSl9pLnbQvzHzyLtr60mdJfPbWc4cend4fWK91lz8nHz5NotiEDDNUdUV9dwfEFLu271B-oT4GgF1wg3W4FNn4/s72-c/rude-jokes-chicken+breasts.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-775388533016319818</id><published>2009-09-29T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:50:12.648-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Three Nuns</title><summary type="text">Three nuns were having a rest one afternoon and one of the nun said, &quot;I was cleaning in Father&#39;s room the other day and guess what I found? A bunch of p*rnographic magazines...!&quot; &quot;So, what did you do?&quot; the other nuns asked.&quot;Well, of course I threw them in the trash.&quot;And then the second nun said, &quot;Well, when I was in Father&#39;s room putting away the laundry, I found a bunch of c*ndoms...!&quot; &quot;Oh my!&quot; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/775388533016319818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-rude-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/775388533016319818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/775388533016319818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-rude-jokes.html' title='Three Nuns'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8JfDr1GiuJu3UDW9A35qmhEpk_evDM9hyISAKbc2sAg2SNkrhab9PzuACZ1jWGS97znWJnM1fO55LAwSlyJ5cNtx2c0yImYNqOebDmesIY5X_wlaQvofQQNy7dL95KK-8hVJwOrV4ZU/s72-c/rude-jokes-nuns.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-9054614426552392737</id><published>2009-09-16T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:14:36.614-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Jokes"/><title type='text'>Bunny and Bear</title><summary type="text">A bear and a bunny are sitting in a forest taking a shit. The bear leans over to the bunny and says &quot;Do you ever have the problem of shit sticking to your fur?&quot; The bunny says &quot;No&quot;. So the bear grabs the bunny and wipes his @ss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9054614426552392737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bunny-and-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/9054614426552392737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/9054614426552392737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/bunny-and-bear.html' title='Bunny and Bear'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HrfVoqyaoDDQhmcIULCKU-dSZw-oxrLeO762BToHhLSAamZ1mrtyuOCj1gHqwa3855xFpL0tRPDXqF8nbRBr_kboJ8KvOcP165ppnzn2seG09MeQJT-3vWuG_Dv44hPQ8167OBxgaus/s72-c/rude-jokes-bunny-bear.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-7620886063732452387</id><published>2009-09-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:09:00.912-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Stressed Out</title><summary type="text">A man walks into a bar and orders 10 glasses of beer. The bartender asked, &quot;What&#39;s the matter?,&quot; and the guy says that he just found out that his younger son is gay. &quot;I&#39;m sorry to hear that.&quot; replied the bartender.After a couple of days, the guy comes back and orders 15 glasses of beer. The bartender asked, &quot;What&#39;s the matter now?&quot; and the guy responds that he just found out that his older son </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7620886063732452387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/rude-jokes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/7620886063732452387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/7620886063732452387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/rude-jokes.html' title='Stressed Out'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucVo6hCS0Ka_G94AvEGZuVHZU9fJBirIsPVLkl9O5jkY03AvBlZrc795MWdaif06Z5oajydPAyIuLQbjK7vE1HXrmPWnrEJFMt6Uta-C0ShkaEn7PVIMZlzfgokYcGDKHxBT2WpkMmPY/s72-c/rude-jokes-beer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-5049390705499373561</id><published>2009-09-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:54:13.262-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Long Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Wild Tribesmen</title><summary type="text">Three explorers are captured by a tribe in an Amazon jungle and the Chief is going to punish them for entering their sacred land.  So he calls the first explorer to the front of the tribe and asks, &quot;Death or Booka?!&quot;. The explorer didn&#39;t wanna die, so he chooses booka. The tribe starts screaming BOOKA! dances around, and the chief then rips the explorers pants off and f*cks him in the a$$.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5049390705499373561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-rude-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/5049390705499373561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/5049390705499373561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-rude-jokes.html' title='Wild Tribesmen'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTpZMjKbJPcpEuhAGqWSIycAnQhQMdjV2FfGSEDh1Vwy_I7_ZGyYP7TymuNXWtcns1gR7pqSSC1ivIZSKW8RGlBCCIc283kSY3okdsbQvViBYIacogap8lODA34hz6lfTbteLDnNf8a8/s72-c/rude-jokes-tribe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-3537864747643434343</id><published>2009-09-13T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:44:57.590-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Jokes"/><title type='text'>Winning Lottery</title><summary type="text">A woman rushes into her house one morning and yells to her husband,&quot;Jim, pack up your stuff. I just won the lottery!&quot;&quot;Great! Shall I pack for warm weather or cold?&quot;&quot;Whatever. Just make sure you&#39;re out of the house by noon!&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3537864747643434343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/rude-short-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3537864747643434343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3537864747643434343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/rude-short-jokes.html' title='Winning Lottery'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWPkpCga-IAvWpS6UvnHyrSVviRARh_JlwAnRYI6MKXHGHc2KnfyV0N7oAeJElf3H9wPAQV2aLbeJ-aFxOBOwhzdBva9W_cxBwXw7jOtLGEi84wKEtmvjWwd-Cxb6usBrhxbw1fOXJVA/s72-c/rude-jokes-lottery.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-1780306882928669108</id><published>2009-09-07T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:10:07.512-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Saving Money</title><summary type="text">One night as a way to save money, a young couple had an idea that every time they have s*x the husband puts his pocket change into a piggy bank near their bed. But after they had s*x one night, the husband accidentally knocked the piggy bank onto the floor where it smashes in pieces.When he looked onto the floor, he was surprised to see a few five and ten dollar bills. He asks his wife &quot;What&#39;s up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1780306882928669108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/saving-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1780306882928669108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1780306882928669108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/saving-money.html' title='Saving Money'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmK7USeH8hxAMihKCYh_UrZTC-wIMQkAneYSfz6aFGL0RvAw9hgAiI7Q09fXBeT3UgD5mykv5RRM-ukmu5-aoryMOEnrCVqt8mLxTOlaGtYpbHa4W9H4QrTmtBvsZusbmkqcYd5-EEXc/s72-c/rude-jokes-piggy-bank.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-3857290076956824743</id><published>2009-09-07T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:11:37.495-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Camel and Commander</title><summary type="text">An army camp in an Afghanistan desert had just received a new commander. During the new commander&#39;s first inspection he saw a camel tied to a tree not far from the camp.The commander asked what the camel is for, and one of the soldiers who had been there for years explained to him that sometimes the men get very lonely since there aren&#39;t any women there, and when they do, they usually use the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3857290076956824743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/camel-and-commander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3857290076956824743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/3857290076956824743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/camel-and-commander.html' title='Camel and Commander'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcCh4H1HDg-d7wOACH3lNNd_II8Q9JeDGKjSKntTohJu2TW-qSdWTaCJCGlbMYeG_gKrGdtqDnPqr7lb5ULPdDZ75mh45F9yUu3r2dRyB62ZSHHOKvpvbUpkKAGL2rZ5M23y20_1tt04/s72-c/rude-jokes-camel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-8791626407363902051</id><published>2009-09-07T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:03:58.952-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Funny Old Man</title><summary type="text">One day an elderly man who wanted to make his younger wife pregnant went to the doctor to have a sperm count done.The doctor told him to take a specimen cup home, fill it, and bring it back the next day. The old man came back the next day and the specimen cup was empty and the lid was on it.Doctor: What was the problem?Old Man: Well, I tried with my right hand...nothing. So, I tried with my left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8791626407363902051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-old-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/8791626407363902051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/8791626407363902051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-old-man.html' title='Funny Old Man'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKP6r1jHeSJSd8OTme7950FwtLERJ3-za5mt7HofrNhmLlvi6Ttm-BjjoSIyFj5WHuYISduRfA-Y-9eU8SIXCUOzC6wYIAEPG1SDiKGZzJisLGNd1bcqj_CEULl5LmLO0oDlIwUKFubU/s72-c/rude-jokes-funny-old-man.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-1019465562062491815</id><published>2009-09-05T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:11:27.852-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Something Red</title><summary type="text">A young female teacher was giving her class of first graders questions of what&#39;s behind my back.On the first one she asks &quot;Behind my back I&#39;ve got something red, round and you can eat it. what is it?&quot;. &quot;An apple!&quot; replied little Thomas. &quot;No,&quot; said the teacher &quot; It&#39;s a tomato but it shows your thinking.&quot;&quot;I&#39;ve now got something round, a greenish colored you can eat it.&quot; &quot;An apple,&quot; replied little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1019465562062491815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-you-were-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1019465562062491815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/1019465562062491815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-you-were-thinking.html' title='Something Red'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-oRGFugaBGYnkXM6ARCMb3ITY7ByJj65DI69d_t30OIrG68WciThuUBQ83iT3-w3Ated8WaXah3Q9gOAeqNPxQyLiT5DZ-kFbM0bMzu-uGmemTi6mK_j9Qb_TTfj-h8tgddmtXkg79Gs/s72-c/rude-jokes-match.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-2327991719315916365</id><published>2009-09-05T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:12:26.981-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sexist Jokes"/><title type='text'>Perfect Man</title><summary type="text">One day a man asked his friend why he never got married. His friend replied &quot;Well, I guess I just never met the right woman... I guess I&#39;ve been looking for the perfect girl.&quot;&quot;Oh, come on now,&quot; said the man. &quot;Surely you have met at least one girl that you wanted to marry.&quot;&quot;Yes, there was one girl... once.&quot; said the friend. &quot;I guess she was the one perfect girl -- the only perfect girl I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2327991719315916365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/2327991719315916365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/2327991719315916365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-man.html' title='Perfect Man'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwlwSAd6whmyASTq93keup7s5fFqGEwVlUqkIS7uX-2lqC5qI7v0QyM5PHAeEQSDDfLLlj7C1j84uAArFPNvSYclYkcul8M5Oh34K5IUuctd2haEeu9Jr_9tMNsT6KL-fl1TnL_iWta_w/s72-c/rude-jokes-wedding.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-2171295329545424480</id><published>2009-09-05T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:49:42.710-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Jokes"/><title type='text'>Final Answer</title><summary type="text">
One night after watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, a man and his wife went to bed and the man was feeling a bit frisky.He asked his wife if she was in the mood for s*x. But his wife answered, &quot;Sorry but not tonight dear, I have a headache.&quot;The man replied, &quot;Is that your final answer?&quot; She said &quot;Yes!&quot; &quot;Ok, then I&#39;d like to phone a friend.&quot; he replied.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2171295329545424480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-that-your-final-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/2171295329545424480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/2171295329545424480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-that-your-final-answer.html' title='Final Answer'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9fwiQxfh0cHW-rZmOh8wAwLQQC7YqhFPDN4gySeACzT_GD-54u0aqMWAeswF7FG9wnPKmc3H6wuQsUoz-tRwIoxkwXXIbgvLjiUXEx7hWXQ2IOSpeL3sCh8tsN-gk316d-l_CxqIuuEs/s72-c/rude-jokes-millionaire.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-4654291183964825031</id><published>2009-09-05T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:04:54.986-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Finally Together</title><summary type="text">A woman got married and had 5 children, but then her husband died. She married again and had 4 more children. Again, Her husband died. She remarried again for the third time and this time had 3 more children. Alas, she finally died.Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked the Lord for this very loving woman and said, &quot;Lord, they&#39;re finally together.&quot;One mourner leaned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4654291183964825031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/4654291183964825031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/4654291183964825031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-together.html' title='Finally Together'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAsYGmjJfVAbakG0TGscMz1cCmaUW-8hZiyjDa0vnbQabZWcqIpNQirq_-lr0P5UMMNtf9DA-ekjVJ0P8u-ivgh5zWJIVwM0Bs6BM4VOzKvLpoteIhhHuy5Suz_327m5_hqspPE0bjD8/s72-c/rude-jokes-coffin.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-7322211302258736898</id><published>2009-09-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:04:59.105-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Short Jokes"/><title type='text'>Helpful Shrink</title><summary type="text">A man goes to a shrink and says, &quot;Doctor, my wife is unfaithful to me. Every night, she goes to Howies&#39;s bar and picks up men. In fact, She sleeps with anybody who asks her! I&#39;m going out of my mind, What do you think I should do?&quot; &quot;Relax,&quot; says the Doctor, &quot;take a deep breath and calm down. Now, tell me, exactly where is Howie&#39;s bar?&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7322211302258736898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/helpful-shrink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/7322211302258736898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/7322211302258736898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/helpful-shrink.html' title='Helpful Shrink'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQq1JimoqVHHATyvwupjioSdLneZP1MuttLfMeRjdzUKE4bq8rXyaKTHBiFOYNgtnIuu-brjWUYSESDjOW4oXDRw_NHa84YOXUHuJndJZhi5z_tBP6ScFsefWzBNR0yrTZWm5Chshdtk/s72-c/rude-jokes-shrink.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-373602400390516518</id><published>2009-09-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:12:33.649-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dirty Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Preacher and Sheep</title><summary type="text">A Preacher was driving down in a rural country area when his car breaks down.Then comes a local farmer in his pickup truck and he offers the preacher a ride. About a few miles down the road, The Farmer sees a sheep with its head stuck on a fence.The Farmer stops his truck, walks over to the sheep, pulls down his pants and starts havings s*x with it.The Farmer returns to his truck and starts up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/373602400390516518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/preacher-and-sheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/373602400390516518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/373602400390516518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/preacher-and-sheep.html' title='Preacher and Sheep'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuOo2cvFZWUZfryde9gzKQNLJYsDgo-7A8aag_Ko5FBzD4f9Bf-ONwn-RYx0-HhT5-K46NvtfbXqHTY__3G-_-uOSbxckHeDmjOubM7n71K25MSKg-U6FIgbAwh3La8H5_BsOfhwy2eE/s72-c/rude-jokes-sheep.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265342202256701644.post-281390247371443941</id><published>2009-08-29T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:51:21.760-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Long Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rude Jokes"/><title type='text'>Innocent Kid</title><summary type="text">One day, two very loving parents got into a huge fight, the husband called his wife a &quot;b*tch&quot; and the wife called her husband a &quot;b*stard&quot;. Their son walked in on them and asks &quot;What does b*tch and b*stard mean?&quot; and his parents replied &quot;ladies and gentlemen&quot;. The next day the parents decided to have s*x, the wife said &quot;feel my t*tties&quot; and the husband said &quot;feel my d*ck&quot;. Again, their son walked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/281390247371443941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/08/innocent-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/281390247371443941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265342202256701644/posts/default/281390247371443941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallyrudejokes.blogspot.com/2009/08/innocent-kid.html' title='Innocent Kid'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>