<?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: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-1860592483568977761</id><updated>2012-01-28T05:01:05.152-08:00</updated><category term='A Popular Airline'/><category term='Bad News and Worse News'/><category term='Top Ten Things You&apos;ll Never Hear a Dad Say'/><category term='Intellegent Lion'/><category term='24 Hours To Live'/><category term='Dead Baby'/><category term='Chicken Sandwiches'/><category term='Math Jokes'/><category term='Drivers License'/><category term='Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson'/><category term='Be a Tea Bag'/><category term='Moral'/><category term='Teacher Jokes'/><category term='Once Upon a Time'/><category term='Little Boy'/><category term='Best Jokes'/><category term='Cheapest Meat'/><category term='A Married Man'/><category term='Cyanide'/><category term='A husband and Wife'/><category term='Crazy'/><category term='Prime Minister Jean Chretien'/><category term='A Hobo'/><category term='Johnny Big Head'/><category term='Dinner'/><category term='Two Red Ears'/><category term='Cool Siren'/><category term='Top 9 Signs Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password'/><category term='Crying'/><category term='Guts and Balls'/><category term='A Landlord'/><category term='Idiot Jokes'/><category term='Old Man'/><category term='Women Seeking Men'/><category term='Elderly Lady'/><category term='Surprise Package'/><category term='Don&apos;t Watch Your Money'/><category term='Three Women'/><category term='Likes Women'/><category term='A woman'/><category term='24 Hour'/><category term='25 Inch Dick'/><category term='Shy Guy'/><category term='A Doctor'/><category term='Young Man From The City'/><category term='A Young Girl'/><category term='Two Guys'/><category term='Celebrity Jokes'/><category term='A Blind Guy'/><category term='A Little Boy'/><category term='In-flight'/><category term='Three Guys'/><category term='Lost The Weight'/><category term='Lawyers funeral'/><category term='New Jersey Hunters'/><category term='Lovely Husband'/><category term='A Millionaire'/><category term='Texas Officer'/><title type='text'>My Jokes Your Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>Come visit as often as you like, and feel free to Submit your funny jokes.. Enjoy..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-5544923979708401021</id><published>2008-05-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:28:01.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Jokes'/><title type='text'>Celebrity Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Q. What is Snoop Dog's favorite weather?&lt;br /&gt;A. Drizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which famous celebrity has had the most children over the last 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;A. Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why did Michael Jackson call Boys II Men?&lt;br /&gt;A. He thought it was a home delivery service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comedians' Best Lines, 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just broke up with someone and the last thing she said to me was, 'You'll never find anyone like me again!' I'm thinking, 'I should hope not! If I don't want you, why would I want someone like you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Larry Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A woman broke up with me and sent me pictures of her and her new boyfriend in bed together. Solution? I sent them to her dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Christopher Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relationships are hard. It's like a full-time job, and we should treat it like one. If your boyfriend or girlfriend wants to leave you, they should give you two weeks' notice. There should be severance pay, and before they leave you, they should have to find you a temp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bob Ettinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Ellen DeGeneres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lady came up to me on the street and pointed at my suede jacket. 'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket?' she sneered. I replied in a psychotic tone, 'I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jake Johansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If your parents never had children, chances are you won't either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dick Cavett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our bombs are smarter than the average high school student. At least they can find Kuwait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A. Whitney Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shall not kill. Thou shall not commit adultery. Don't eat pork. I'm sorry, what was that last one?? Don't eat pork. God has spoken. Is that the word of God or is that pigs trying to outsmart everybody?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jon Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom said she learned how to swim when someone took her out in the lake and threw her off the boat. I said, 'Mom, they weren't trying to teach you how to swim.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Paula Poundstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In elementary school, in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file line from smallest to tallest. What is the logic? Do tall people burn slower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Warren Hutcherson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I voted for the Democrats because I didn't like the way the Republicans were running the country. Which is turning out to be like shooting yourself in the head to stop your headache."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jack Mayberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A study in the Washington Post says that women have better verbal skills than men. I just want to say to the authors of that study: Duh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Conan O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what's wrong with my television set. I was getting C-Span and the Home Shopping Network on the same station. I actually bought a congressman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bruce Baum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a linguistics professor who said that it's man's ability to use language that makes him the dominant species on the planet. That may be. But I think there's one other thing that separates us from animals. We aren't afraid of vacuum cleaners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jeff Stilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ever walk in a room and forget why you walked in? I think that's how dogs spend their lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sue Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they are okay, then it's you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Rita Mae Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some women hold up dresses that are so ugly and they always say the same thing: 'This looks much better on.' On what? On fire?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Rita Rudner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty violent image there. I think if you've got a T-shirt with a bloodstain all over it, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem. Maybe you should get rid of the body before you do the wash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"USA Today has come out with a new survey: Apparently three out of four people make up 75 percent of the population."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--David Letterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If God doesn't destroy Hollywood Boulevard, he owes Sodom and Gomorrah an apology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lily Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Swiss have an interesting army. Five hundred years without a war. Pretty impressive. Also pretty lucky for them. Ever see that little Swiss Army knife they have to fight with? Not much of a weapon there. Corkscrews. Bottle openers. 'Come on, buddy, let's go. You get past me, the guy in back of me, he's got a spoon. Back off. I've got the toe clippers right here.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does Sea World have a seafood restaurant? I'm halfway through my fish burger and I realize, Oh my....I could be eating a slow learner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-5544923979708401021?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5544923979708401021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=5544923979708401021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5544923979708401021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5544923979708401021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrity-jokes.html' title='Celebrity Jokes'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-1067937326721121780</id><published>2007-10-15T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:31:42.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In-flight'/><title type='text'>In-flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Occasionally, airline attendants make an effort to make the "in-flight safety lecture" and their other announcements a bit more entertaining. Here are some real examples that have been heard or reported:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. From a southwest airlines employee: "there may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only four ways out of this airplane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pilot: "folks, we have reached our cruising altitude now, so I am going to switch the seat belt sign off. Feel free to move about as you wish, but please stay inside the plane till we land. It's a bit cold outside, and if you walk on the wings it affects the flight pattern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After landing: "thank you for flying delta business express. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As the plane landed and was coming to a stop at Washington National, a lone voice came over the loudspeaker: "whoa, big fella. Whoa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in Memphis, a flight attendant on a northwest flight announced: "please take care when opening the overhead compartments because, after a landing like that, sure as hell everything has shifted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. From a southwest airlines employee: "welcome aboard southwest flight xxx to yyy. To operate your seatbelt, insert the metal tab into the buckle and pull tight. It works just like every other seatbelt and if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised. In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small child traveling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are traveling with two small children, decide now which one you love more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but they'll try to have them fixed before we arrive. Thank you, and, remember, nobody loves you or your money more than Southwest airlines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "your seat cushions can be used for flotation. In the event of an emergency water landing, please take them with our compliments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "As you exit the plane, please make sure to gather all of your belongings. Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants. But please do not leave children or spouses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "last one off the plane must clean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. From the pilot during his welcome message: "we are pleased to have some of the best flight attendants in the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. This was overheard on an American Airlines flight into Amarillo, Texas, on a particularly windy and bumpy day. During the final approach, the captain was really having to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the flight attendant came on the pa and announced, "ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Amarillo. Please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened while the captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Another flight attendant's comment on a less-than-perfect landing: "we ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers exited, smile, and give them a, "thanks for flying xyz airline." he said that in light of the bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally, everyone had gotten off except for this little old lady walking with a cane. She said, "sonny, did we land or were we shot down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. After a real crusher of a landing in phoenix, the flight attendant got on the pa and said, "ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt up against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we'll open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "we'd like to thank you folks for flying with us today. And, the next time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of us here at US Airways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-1067937326721121780?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1067937326721121780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=1067937326721121780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1067937326721121780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1067937326721121780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-flight.html' title='In-flight'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2730481698876474875</id><published>2007-10-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:16:00.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers funeral'/><title type='text'>Lawyers Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A man reluctantly attends his laywer's funeral expecting to be one of the only people there, and is surprised to see a huge turnout for this one terrible man. He turns to the people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you all at this lawyer's funeral?.." he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man turns towards him and says, "We're all clients.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you ALL came to pay your respects..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we came to make sure he was really dead.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2730481698876474875?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2730481698876474875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2730481698876474875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2730481698876474875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2730481698876474875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/lawyers-funeral.html' title='Lawyers Funeral'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-8492561912951877238</id><published>2007-10-15T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:14:06.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyanide'/><title type='text'>Cyanide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A respectable lady went into the pharmacy, calmly walked up to the Pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like to buy some cyanide." The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord, have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband! That's against the law. I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well..... now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-8492561912951877238?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8492561912951877238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=8492561912951877238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8492561912951877238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8492561912951877238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/cyanide.html' title='Cyanide'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-1092564448186446381</id><published>2007-10-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:31:48.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise Package'/><title type='text'>Surprise Package</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A man was drinking in a bar when he noticed this beautiful young lady sitting next to him. "Hello there," says the man, "and what is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," giggles the woman, "I'm Stacey. What's yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Jim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jim, do you want to come over to my house tonight? I mean, right now??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" replies Jim, "Let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Stacey takes Jim to her house and takes him to her room. Jim sits down on the bed and notices a picture of a man on Stacey's desk. "Stacey, I noticed the picture of a man on your desk," Jim says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes? And what about it?" asks Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it your brother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it isn't, Jim!" Stacey giggles. Jim's eyes widen, suspecting that it might be Stacey's husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally asks, "Is it your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey giggles even more, "No, silly!" Jim was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, it must be your boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey giggles even more while nibbling on Jim's ear. She says, "No, silly!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, who is it?" Jim asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey replies, "That's me BEFORE my operation!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-1092564448186446381?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1092564448186446381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=1092564448186446381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1092564448186446381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1092564448186446381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/surprise-package.html' title='Surprise Package'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-6541066633989642767</id><published>2007-10-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:12:01.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A guy is walking along the beach, when he meets a girl with no legs, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never been hugged," she says. The guy hugs her, but she continues crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never been kissed," she says. The guy kisses her, but she continues crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-6541066633989642767?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6541066633989642767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=6541066633989642767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6541066633989642767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6541066633989642767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-1234936499407076058</id><published>2007-10-15T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:31:54.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Women'/><title type='text'>Three Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Three women who work in the same office notice that their female boss has started leaving work early every day. One day they decide that after she leaves, they'll take off early, too. After all, she never calls or comes back, so how is she to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette is thrilled to get home early. She does a Little gardening, watches a movie and then goes to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redhead is elevated to be able to get in a quick workout at her health club before meeting a dinner dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde is also very happy to be home early, but as she goes upstairs she hears noises coming from her bedroom. She quietly opens the door a crack and is mortified to see her husband in bed with HER BOSS! Ever so gently, she closes the door and creeps out of her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the brunette and the redhead talk about leaving early again, but when they ask the blonde if she wants to leave early also, she exclaims, "NO WAY! Yesterday I almost got caught!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-1234936499407076058?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1234936499407076058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=1234936499407076058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1234936499407076058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1234936499407076058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/three-women.html' title='Three Women'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2328814726509357513</id><published>2007-10-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:32:01.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shy Guy'/><title type='text'>Shy Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A very shy guy goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting at the bar. After an hour of gathering up his courage he finally goes over to her and asks, tentatively, "Um, would you mind if I chatted with you for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds by yelling, at the top of her lungs, "No, I won't sleep with you tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the bar is now staring at them. Naturally, the guy is hopelessly and completely embarrassed and he slinks back to his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and apologizes. She smiles at him and says, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You see, I'm a graduate student in psychology and I'm studying how people respond to embarrassing situations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied, at the top of his lungs, "What do you mean, $200?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2328814726509357513?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2328814726509357513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2328814726509357513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2328814726509357513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2328814726509357513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/shy-guy.html' title='Shy Guy'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2625291323303455723</id><published>2007-10-15T14:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:32:07.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Baby'/><title type='text'>Dead Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do you put a baby in a blender feet first?&lt;br /&gt;- To see the expression on its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the baby spin around in circles?&lt;br /&gt;- It's hand was nailed to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's red, bubbly, and scratches at the window before exploding?&lt;br /&gt;- A baby in the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many dead babies does it take to paint a wall red?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends on how hard you throw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a pile of dead babies and a pile of bowling balls?&lt;br /&gt;- You can't pick up the bowling balls with a pitchfork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did johnny fall off the bike?&lt;br /&gt;- He had no legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Finally***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the blind, deaf, and dumb kid get for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;- Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2625291323303455723?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2625291323303455723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2625291323303455723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2625291323303455723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2625291323303455723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/dead-baby.html' title='Dead Baby'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-5947230647784113542</id><published>2007-10-15T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:32:33.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Man From The City'/><title type='text'>Young Man From The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A young man from the city went to visit his uncle the farmer. For the first few days, the uncle shows him the usual things: chickens, cows, crops and such. After three days, however, it’s obvious that the nephew is getting bored, and the uncle is running out of things with which to amuse him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he has an idea. "Why don’t you grab a gun, take the dogs and go shooting?" This seems to cheer the nephew up, and he enthusiastically goes off with the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, the nephew returns. "How did you enjoy that?" asks the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was great!" exclaims the nephew. "Got any more dogs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-5947230647784113542?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5947230647784113542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=5947230647784113542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5947230647784113542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5947230647784113542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/young-man-from-city.html' title='Young Man From The City'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-4242368711872620842</id><published>2007-10-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:32:39.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Landlord'/><title type='text'>A Landlord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A landlord is behind the bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A landlord is behind the bar when in walks a businessman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’ll you have?” asks the publican. “A scotch, please,” says the businessman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender hands him the drink, and says, “That’ll be two quid.” “What are you talking about?” says the man, angry. “I don’t owe you anything.” A nearby lawyer turns to the bartender. “You know, he’s got you there,” he says. “In the original offer, which constitutes a binding contract upon acceptance, there was no stipulation of remuneration.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender’s not impressed, but relents as he turns to the first man. “OK, you got yourself a free drink. But don’t ever let me catch you in here again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the same businessman walks into the bar – and the landlord is furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get out! I can’t believe you’ve got the audacity to come back!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’re you talking about?” says the man. “I’ve never been in this place in my life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman is suddenly embarrassed. “I’m very sorry, but this is uncanny. You must have a double.” The businessman grins at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cheers! Make it a scotch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-4242368711872620842?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4242368711872620842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=4242368711872620842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4242368711872620842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4242368711872620842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/landlord.html' title='A Landlord'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-6271440221627233661</id><published>2007-10-15T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:02:53.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Officer'/><title type='text'>Texas Officer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were 3 Blondes who wanted a job as an Officer in the Texas State department. The Sheriff takes them all into his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says to them "OK i'm going to show you a profile of a criminal for 2 seconds and you have to name 1 unusal or distingiushing feature about him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He show the first blonde and takes it away after 2 seconds. she then says " He has 1 ear !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well of course he has 1 ear, its a profile. the side of his face !! " The Sheriff replied. She didn't get the job and walked out the room sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He show the second blonde and takes it away after 2 seconds. she then says " He has 1 eye !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well of course he has 1 eye, its a profile. I just said that !! " The Sheriff replied. She didn't get the job either and walked out the room with her head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He show the third blonde and takes it away after 2 seconds. she then says " He is wearing Contact lenses !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sheriff looked at the mans file and said " Wow you're right. how did you know that with only 2 seconds of a picture "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Replied "Well if he only had 1 ear &amp;amp; 1 eye he could hardly wear glasses could he."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-6271440221627233661?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6271440221627233661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=6271440221627233661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6271440221627233661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6271440221627233661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/texas-officer.html' title='Texas Officer'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-404856516987039187</id><published>2007-10-15T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:32:46.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intellegent Lion'/><title type='text'>Intellegent Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A hungry lion was roaming through the jungle looking for something to eat. He came across two men. One was sitting under a tree reading a book; the other was typing away on his typewriter. The lion quickly pounced on the man reading the book and devoured him. Even the king of the jungle knows that reader’s digest, and writer's cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-404856516987039187?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/404856516987039187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=404856516987039187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/404856516987039187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/404856516987039187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/intellegent-lion.html' title='Intellegent Lion'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2457638121394563080</id><published>2007-10-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:32:54.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson'/><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. “Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes” replies Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And what do you deduce from that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson ponders for a minute. “Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does it tell you, Holmes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes is silent for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watson, you idiot!” he says. “Someone has stolen our tent!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2457638121394563080?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2457638121394563080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2457638121394563080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2457638121394563080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2457638121394563080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/sherlock-holmes-and-dr-watson.html' title='Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3675487671456273814</id><published>2007-10-15T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:33:00.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad News and Worse News'/><title type='text'>Bad News and Worse News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A doctor says to his patient, “I have bad news and worse news”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Oh dear, what's the bad news?” asks the patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The doctor replies, “You only have 24 hours to live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“That's terrible”, said the patient. “How can the news possibly be worse?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replies, “I've been trying to contact you since yesterday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3675487671456273814?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3675487671456273814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher Jokes'/><title type='text'>Teacher Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The teacher of the Earth Science class was lecturing on map reading. He spent the class explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees, and minutes. Towards the end of class, the teacher asked his students, "Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23 degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east longitude..." A student's voice broke the confused silence, and volunteered, "I guess you'd be eating alone, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3583158494189836382?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3583158494189836382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3583158494189836382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3583158494189836382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3583158494189836382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/teacher-jokes.html' title='Teacher Jokes'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2788686064397093743</id><published>2007-10-15T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:33:11.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy'/><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A man goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, my brother's crazy, he thinks he's a chicken." The doctor says, "Why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "We would. But we need the eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2788686064397093743?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2788686064397093743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2788686064397093743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2788686064397093743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2788686064397093743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-6714190271264903244</id><published>2007-10-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:33:18.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24 Hour'/><title type='text'>24 Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last night I went to a 24-hour grocery. When I got there, the guy was locking the front door. I said, "Hey, the sign says you're open 24 hours." He goes: "Not in a row!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-6714190271264903244?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6714190271264903244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=6714190271264903244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6714190271264903244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6714190271264903244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/24-hour.html' title='24 Hour'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-828820864623660145</id><published>2007-10-15T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:33:23.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t Watch Your Money'/><title type='text'>Don't Watch Your Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My grandfather always said, "Don't watch your money; watch your health." So one day while I was watching my health, someone stole my money. It was my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-828820864623660145?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/828820864623660145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=828820864623660145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/828820864623660145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/828820864623660145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-watch-your-money.html' title='Don&apos;t Watch Your Money'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-1061237435573172221</id><published>2007-10-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:36:04.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Once Upon a Time'/><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a software engineer who used to develop programs on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and fell in the river. Encouraged by the Panchatantra story of his childhood (the woodcutter and the axe ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started praying to the River Goddess. The River Goddess wanted to test him and so appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. The engineer told her that he had lost his computer in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty. She showed him a match box and asked, " Is this your computer ?" Disappointed by the Goddess' lack of computer awareness, the engineer replied, " No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She next showed him a pocket-sized calculator and asked if that was his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed, the engineer said "No, not at all!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she came up with his own Pentium machine and asked if it was his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer, left with no option, sighed and said " Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him all three items, but before she could make the offer, the engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked her, "Don't you know that you're supposed to show me some better computers before bringing up my own ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess, angered at this, replied, "I know that, you stupid donkey! The first two things I showed you were the Trillennium and the Billennium, the latest computers from IBM !". So saying, she disappeared with the Pentium!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral : If you're not up-to-date with technology trends , it's better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-1061237435573172221?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1061237435573172221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=1061237435573172221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1061237435573172221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1061237435573172221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-266937941211652393</id><published>2007-10-15T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:36:10.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prime Minister Jean Chretien'/><title type='text'>Prime Minister Jean Chretien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prime Minister Jean Chretien was meeting with officials in Flin Flon, Manitoba. It was a very hot day and the ceremonies took place outside in a local grandstand. The Mayor was surprised to see that Chretien was wearing a large fox fur hat, despite the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while the mayor leaned over and spoke up. "Excuse me, Mr. Prime Minister, but I can't help wondering why you are wearing that fox hat when it is so warm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chretien shrugged. "Well, you know 'ow it is", he replied. "My wife, she is da dresser in da family, so I always take 'er advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to de Maritime, she say 'Wear da toque'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to Calgaree, she say 'Wear da stetson'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis time she ask me where I go; I say Flin Flon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say 'Flin Flon! Where da fox hat ??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-266937941211652393?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/266937941211652393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=266937941211652393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/266937941211652393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/266937941211652393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/prime-minister-jean-chretien.html' title='Prime Minister Jean Chretien'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-5579859938966770865</id><published>2007-10-15T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:51:33.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral'/><title type='text'>Moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A teacher told her young class to ask their parents For a family story with a moral at the end of it, and To return the next day to tell their stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the classroom the next day, Joe gave his example First, "My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One Day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket On the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump In the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the Eggs broke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is not to put all Your eggs in one basket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Mary said, "We are farmers too. We had twenty Eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got Ten chicks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The moral of this story is not to count Your chickens before they're hatched .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good ," said the teacher again, very pleased with The response so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was Barney's turn to tell his story: "My dad Told me this story about my Aunt Karen…. Aunt Karen Was a flight engineer in the war and her plane got Hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all She had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a Machete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on," said the teacher, intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aunt Karen drank the whiskey on the way down to Prepare herself; then she landed right in the middle Of a hundred enemy soldiers. She killed seventy of Them with the machine gun until she ran out of Bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete Till the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten With her bare hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher, "What did Your father say was the moral of that frightening Story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child said "Stay away from Aunt Karen when she's been Drinking…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-5579859938966770865?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5579859938966770865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=5579859938966770865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5579859938966770865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5579859938966770865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/moral.html' title='Moral'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-4663716229326615827</id><published>2007-10-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:36:24.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten Things You&apos;ll Never Hear a Dad Say'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Things You'll Never Hear a Dad Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Well, how 'bout that?... I'm lost! Looks like we'll have to stop and ask for directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. You know Pumpkin, now that you're thirteen, you'll be ready for unchaperoned car dates. Won't that be fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. I noticed that all your friends have a certain "up yours" attitude ... I like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Here's a credit card and the keys to my new car -- GO CRAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What do you mean you wanna play football? Figure skating not good enough for you, son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Your Mother and I are going away for the weekend ... you might want to consider throwing a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Well, I don't know what's wrong with your car. Probably one of those doo-hickey thingies -- you know -- that makes it run or something. Just have it towed to a mechanic and pay whatever he asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. No son of mine is going to live under this roof without an earring -- now quit your belly-aching, and let's go to the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Whaddya wanna go and get a job for? I make plenty of money for you to spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Father's Day? aahh -- don't worry about that -- it's no big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-4663716229326615827?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4663716229326615827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=4663716229326615827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4663716229326615827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4663716229326615827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/top-ten-things-youll-never-hear-dad-say.html' title='Top Ten Things You&apos;ll Never Hear a Dad Say'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-8076887547923616304</id><published>2007-10-15T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:48:28.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Sandwiches'/><title type='text'>Don't Eat Chicken Sandwiches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day they would sit together to eat their lunch. They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day! This went on all through the fourth and fifth grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn't a chicken sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hey, how come you're not eating chicken, don't you like it anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I love it but I have to stop eating it."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to her lap and said "Cause I'm starting to grow little feathers down there!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay" and she pulled up her skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked and said, "That's right. You are! Better not eat any more chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said to the little girl, "I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I'm starting to get feathers down there too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Oh, my Goodness , it's too late for you! You've already got the NECK and GIZZARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-8076887547923616304?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8076887547923616304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=8076887547923616304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8076887547923616304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8076887547923616304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-eat-chicken-sandwiches.html' title='Don&apos;t Eat Chicken Sandwiches!'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2483907904621368780</id><published>2007-10-15T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:44:16.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost The Weight'/><title type='text'>Lost The Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The doctor told John that if he ran eight kilometers a day for 300 days, he would lose 34 kilos. At the end of 300 days, John called the doctor to report he had lost the weight, but he had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the problem?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 2400 kms from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2483907904621368780?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2483907904621368780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2483907904621368780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2483907904621368780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2483907904621368780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-weight.html' title='Lost The Weight'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-7417210068315154981</id><published>2007-10-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:36:34.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 9 Signs Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password'/><title type='text'>Top 9 Signs Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. E-mail flames from some guy named "Fluffy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Traces of kitty litter in your keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You find you've been subscribed to strange newsgroups like alt.recreational.catnip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your mouse has teeth marks in it... and a strange aroma of tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hate-mail messages to Apple Computers, Inc. about thier release of "CyberDog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your new ergonomic keyboard has a strange territorial scent to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You keep finding new software around your house like CatinTax and WarCat II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On IRC you're known as the IronMouser and the #1 Sign Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Little kitty carpal-tunnel braces near the scratching post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-7417210068315154981?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7417210068315154981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=7417210068315154981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/7417210068315154981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/7417210068315154981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/top-9-signs-your-cat-has-learned-your.html' title='Top 9 Signs Your Cat Has Learned Your Internet Password'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2003025170025925826</id><published>2007-10-15T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:39:39.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elderly Lady'/><title type='text'>Elderly Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This elderly lady, recently widowed, decides to see if a pet will ease her loneliness and goes to the pet store. She decides against puppies, kitties, etc., and is about to leave the store when she hears a voice saying, "My, do you look lovely this afternoon, madam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She turns around quickly to see who has spoken, but there is no one. All she sees is a big green parrot, resting on his perch in his cage. "Did you say that?" she asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why, yes, I did!" he replies. "And may I add that dress is a very nice color for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The lady suddenly realizes how nice it would be to not only have a talking parrot, but one that paid such nice compliments. So she pays for him and takes him home. On the way, she says, "You know, I am so proud of you that I believe I'll take you out for dinner! Would you like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The parrot says, "Why yes, that would be delightful. I know a charming place on 7th Street."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So they arrive home and the lady progresses upstairs to her room to change for dinner, bringing the parrot along, of course. When the woman enters the building, the parrot begins complaining, swearing, and even bit her once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, the woman is flabbergasted! She grabs the parrot by the throat, marches down the stairs into the basement, and stuffs the parrot in the freezer. She leaves him there in the freezer for five long minutes before taking him back out. The parrot is very cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She says, "Well? Have you learned your lesson? I will not tolerate such language in my house!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The parrot says, "Okay, okay, I promise it won't happen again. I am deeply sorry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Within five minutes, he is cursing again and bit her once on the arm and once on the finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The lady is absolutely stunned. She rips the parrot out of his cage, goes down the stairs, into the cellar, and, slam, into the freezer. This time, she leaves him in there for fifteen minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally takes him out, the parrot is one step away from death. He is shivering and has light frost on the beak. "I swear it will never ever happen again! I will never insult you again! I promise!" As he thaws, he looks up at the lady and says, "I do have one question though. That turkey in there, what'd he do, attack you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2003025170025925826?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2003025170025925826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2003025170025925826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2003025170025925826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2003025170025925826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/elderly-lady.html' title='Elderly Lady'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-6301835158996590947</id><published>2007-10-15T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:38:19.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Popular Airline'/><title type='text'>A Popular Airline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A popular airline recently introduced a special half rate fare for wives who accompanied their husbands on business trips. Expecting great feedback, the company sent out letters to all the wives of businessmen who had used the special rates, asking how they enjoyed their trip. Letters are still pouring in asking, "What trip?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-6301835158996590947?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6301835158996590947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=6301835158996590947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6301835158996590947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6301835158996590947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/popular-airline.html' title='A Popular Airline'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2697967662059381900</id><published>2007-10-15T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:33:43.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Millionaire'/><title type='text'>A Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once there was a millionaire, who collected live alligators. He kept them in the pool in back of his mansion. The millionaire also had a beautiful daughter who was single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the millionaire decides to throw a huge party, and during the party he announces, "My dear guests, I have a proposition to every man here. I will give one million dollars, or my daughter, to the man who can swim across this pool full of alligators and emerge unharmed!" As soon as he finished his last word, there was the sound of a large splash in the pool. The guy in the pool was swimming with all his might, and the crowd began to cheer him on. Finally, he made it to the other side of the pool unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The millionaire was impressed. He said, "That was incredible! Fantastic! I didn't think it could be done! Well, I must keep my end of the bargain. Do you want my daughter or the one million dollars?" The guy catches his breath, then says, "Listen, I don't want your money! And I don't want your daughter! I want the asshole who pushed me in the pool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2697967662059381900?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2697967662059381900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2697967662059381900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2697967662059381900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2697967662059381900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/millionaire.html' title='A Millionaire'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3513607177539368904</id><published>2007-10-15T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:32:50.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Hobo'/><title type='text'>A Hobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A hobo comes up to the front door of a neat looking farmhouse and raps gently on the door. When the farm owner answers, the hobo asks him, "Please, sir, could you give me something to eat? I haven't had a good meal in several days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner says, "I have made a fortune in my lifetime by supplying goods for people. I've never given anything away for nothing. However, if you go around the back, you will see a gallon of paint and a clean paint brush. If you will paint my porch, I will give you a good meal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hobo goes around back and a while later he again knocks on the door. The owner says, "Finished already? Good. Come on in. Sit down. The cook will bring your meal right in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hobo says, "Thank you very much, sir. But there's something that I think you should know. It's not a Porsche you got there. It's a BMW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3513607177539368904?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3513607177539368904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3513607177539368904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3513607177539368904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3513607177539368904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/hobo.html' title='A Hobo'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-515444407671816787</id><published>2007-10-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:31:54.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Man'/><title type='text'>Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;An old man gets on a crowded bus and no one gives him a seat. As the bus shakes and rattles, the old man's cane slips on the floor and he falls. As he gets up, a seven year old kid, sitting nearby, turns to him and says, "If you put a little rubber thingy on the end of your stick, it wouldn't slip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man snaps back: "Well, if your daddy did the same thing seven years ago, I would have a seat today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-515444407671816787?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/515444407671816787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=515444407671816787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/515444407671816787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/515444407671816787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-man.html' title='Old Man'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-463539213046203121</id><published>2007-10-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:30:17.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Jersey Hunters'/><title type='text'>New Jersey Hunters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps to the operator: "My friend is dead! What can I do?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: "Just take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead.. There is a silence, then a shot is heard.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy's voice comes back on the line. He says: "OK, now what?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-463539213046203121?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/463539213046203121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=463539213046203121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/463539213046203121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/463539213046203121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-jersey-hunters.html' title='New Jersey Hunters'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-9032550459085485069</id><published>2007-10-15T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:28:15.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A woman'/><title type='text'>A woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A woman says to her husband: "Look dear a doe in the window..."&lt;br /&gt;The husband:"First it isn't a doe it's a cow. Second it's not a window this is a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-9032550459085485069?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/9032550459085485069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=9032550459085485069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/9032550459085485069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/9032550459085485069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman.html' title='A woman'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-517358113541244379</id><published>2007-10-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:27:09.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Guys'/><title type='text'>Three Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were these three guys. They had been walking for 3 days and were very tired. They found a hotel, rented a room and went to sleep. Then, this old guy comes in out of nowhere, and says there is a magic pool just outside their hotel room. He tells them "Ok, you must jump off the diving board, and yell out what you wanna land in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the three guys go over to the pool. The first guy, a vegetarian, yells out "Bananas!" and lands in a pool of bananas. The second guy was money hungry and yelled out "Money!" and lands in a pile of money. The third guy jumps, when a bird shits on his head, and he yells "Oh Shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-517358113541244379?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/517358113541244379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=517358113541244379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/517358113541244379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/517358113541244379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/three-guys.html' title='Three Guys'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-5542945116422001348</id><published>2007-10-15T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:26:22.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blind Guy'/><title type='text'>A Blind Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A blind guy on a bar stool shouts to the bartender, "Wanna hear a blonde joke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hushed voice, the guy next to him says, "Before you tell that joke, you should know something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bartender IS blonde, the bouncer is blonde. I'm a 6' tall, 200 lb black belt. The guy sitting next to me is 6'2", weighs 225, and he's a rugby player. The fella to your right is 6'5" pushing 300 and he's a wrestler. Each one of US is blonde. Think about it, Mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind guy says, "Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-5542945116422001348?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5542945116422001348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=5542945116422001348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5542945116422001348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5542945116422001348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/blind-guy.html' title='A Blind Guy'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3674131395844059117</id><published>2007-10-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:25:25.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Jokes'/><title type='text'>Best Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Why were the little strawberries upset?&lt;br /&gt;Because their parents were in a jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A man sits down at a resturant and looks at the menu. He tells the waiter "I think I will have the turtle soup". The waiter leaves, but the man changes his mind to pea soup. He yells to the waiter "Hold the turtle, make it pea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3674131395844059117?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3674131395844059117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3674131395844059117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3674131395844059117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3674131395844059117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-jokes.html' title='Best Jokes'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-4006615220746437773</id><published>2007-10-15T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:24:12.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math Jokes'/><title type='text'>Math Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N equals N plus one&lt;br /&gt;Theorem: n=n+1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;br /&gt;(n+1)^2 = n^2 + 2*n + 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring 2n+1 to the left:&lt;br /&gt;(n+1)^2 - (2n+1) = n^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substract n(2n+1) from both sides and factoring, we have:&lt;br /&gt;(n+1)^2 - (n+1)(2n+1) = n^2 - n(2n+1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding 1/4(2n+1)^2 to both sides yields:&lt;br /&gt;(n+1)^2 - (n+1)(2n+1) + 1/4(2n+1)^2 = n^2 - n(2n+1) + 1/4(2n+1)^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be written:&lt;br /&gt;[ (n+1) - 1/2(2n+1) ]^2 = [ n - 1/2(2n+1) ]^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the square roots of both sides:&lt;br /&gt;(n+1) - 1/2(2n+1) = n - 1/2(2n+1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add 1/2(2n+1) to both sides:&lt;br /&gt;n+1 = n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-4006615220746437773?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4006615220746437773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=4006615220746437773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4006615220746437773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4006615220746437773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/math-jokes.html' title='Math Jokes'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-2748566129372254914</id><published>2007-10-15T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:20:17.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Idiot Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are supposedly actual quotes taken from around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The effects are fleeting and lingering..." - Overheard in a hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Managua, people are cheering in the streets, which are deserted." - CBS reporter during the solar eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A trucker called to thank all of the courteous Seattle drivers he had run across." - Announcer on KZOK radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He threw 110 pitches in six innings, and that's a mouthful!" - CBS baseball announcer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An agreement is not an agreement until the parties to the agreement have reached an agreement." - Irish Politician on RTE radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the biggest pawn that Israel holds in the whole hostage equation." - BBC world service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have two incredibly credible witnesses here." - Sen. Biden at Thomas hearings from Bob Ericson (Marlboro, MA, USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's going to step down 'til he's back on his feet." - Vermont Public Radio commentator on Jimmy Swaggart's latest sex scandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-2748566129372254914?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2748566129372254914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=2748566129372254914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2748566129372254914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/2748566129372254914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/idiot-jokes.html' title='Idiot Jokes'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-6513189842867842171</id><published>2007-10-15T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:36:47.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women Seeking Men'/><title type='text'>Women Seeking Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WOMEN SEEKING MEN" Classifieds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40-ish means: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurer means: Has had more partners than you ever will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate means: Possessive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist means: Unreliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average looking means: You figure this one out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful means: Pathological liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commitment-minded means: Pick out curtains, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication important means: Just try to get a word in edgewise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contagious Smile means: Bring your penicillin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educated means: College dropout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally Secure means: Medicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employed means: Has part-time job stuffing envelopes at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys art and opera means: Snob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys Nature means: Bring your own granola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exotic Beauty means: Would frighten a Martian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially Secure means: One paycheck from the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free spirit means: Substance abuser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship first means: Trying to live down reputation as slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun means: Annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle means: Comatose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Listener means: Hard to pull a word from her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humorous means: Caustic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive means: Your opinion doesn't count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Transition means: Needs new sugar-daddy to pay the bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light drinker means: Lush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks younger means: If viewed from far away in bad light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves Travel means: If you're paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves Animals means: Cat lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-traditional means: Ex-husband lives in the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded means: Desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing means: Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate means: Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet means: Depressive Schizophrenic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redhead means: Shops on the Clairol aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliable means: Frumpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reubenesque means: You can figure this one out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic means: Looks better by candle light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-employed means: Jobless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart means: Insipid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special means: Rode the small schoolbus w/ tinted windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual means: Involved with a cult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stable means: Boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall, thin means: Anorexic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan means: Wrinkled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants Soulmate means: One step away from stalking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widow Nagged means: first husband to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer means: Pompous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young at heart means: How about the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-6513189842867842171?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6513189842867842171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=6513189842867842171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6513189842867842171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6513189842867842171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/women-seeking-men.html' title='Women Seeking Men'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-462046212962462920</id><published>2007-10-15T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:36:53.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovely Husband'/><title type='text'>Lovely Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mrs. O'Donovan was walking down O'Connell Street in Dublin, and coming in the opposite direction was Father O'Rafferty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," said the Father, "And how is Mrs. O'Donovan, didn't I marry you two years ago?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did that, Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And are there any little ones yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet, Father." Said she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well now, I'm going to Rome next week, and I'll light a candle for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank-you, Father." And away she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later they met again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well now, Mrs. O'Donovan," said the Father, "how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, very well," said she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And tell me," he said, "have you any little ones yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, Father. I've had three sets of twins, and four singles - ten in all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now isn't that wonderful," he said "And how is your lovely husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," she said, "he's over in Rome to blow that candle out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-462046212962462920?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/462046212962462920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=462046212962462920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/462046212962462920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/462046212962462920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/lovely-husband.html' title='Lovely Husband'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-6913456708296430272</id><published>2007-10-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:41:18.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Red Ears'/><title type='text'>Two Red Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa Singh with two red ears went to his doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked him what had happened to his ears and he answered, "I was ironing a shirt and the phone rang but instead of picking up the phone I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my ear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Dear!" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. "But .. what happened to your other ear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The scoundrel called back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-6913456708296430272?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6913456708296430272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=6913456708296430272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6913456708296430272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6913456708296430272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-red-ears.html' title='Two Red Ears'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-8688907969802605491</id><published>2007-09-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:41:23.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 Inch Dick'/><title type='text'>25 Inch Dick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is this guy who has a 25 inch dick. He goes to a witch in the woods and asks her if she can make his dick smaller because he just can't please the ladies because it is just too big, he hasn't found a lady yet who likes it and he can't get any pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells him to go into the woods and he will find a frog when he finds the frog he is to ask it to marry him. If the frog says no, his cock will shrink 5 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes into the woods and finds this frog. He asks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"frog, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog says "no" And his prick shrinks five inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys thinks to himself, "Wow, that was pretty cool. But, it's still too big." So he goes back to the frog and again asks the frog: "Frog, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog: "No, I won't marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys dick shrinks another five inches. But that's still 15 inches and he thinks his chop is still just a little bit too big. But he thinks that 10 inches would be just great. He goes back to the frog and asks: "Frog, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog: How many times do I have to tell you NO, NO, NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-8688907969802605491?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8688907969802605491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=8688907969802605491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8688907969802605491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8688907969802605491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/25-inch-dick.html' title='25 Inch Dick'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-8488680431674298254</id><published>2007-09-25T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:41:29.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Doctor'/><title type='text'>A Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A guy goes to a doctor and says, "Doc, you've got to help me. My penis is orange." Doctor pauses to think and asks the guy to drop his pants so he can check. Damned if the guy's penis isn't orange. Doc tells the guy, "This is very strange. Sometimes things like this are caused by a lot of stress in a person's life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probing as to the causes of possible stress, the doc asks the guy, "How are things going at work?" The guy responds that he was fired about six weeks ago. The doctor tells him that this must be the cause of the stress. Guy responds, "No. The boss was a real asshole, I had to work 20-30 hours of overtime every week and I had no say in anything that was happening. I found a new job a couple of weeks ago where I can set my own hours, I'm getting paid double what I got on the old job and the boss is a really great guy." So the doc figures this isn't the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks the guy, "How's your home life?" The guy says, "Well, I got divorced about eight months ago." The doc figures that this has got to be the reason for all of the guys stress. Guy says, "No. For years, all I listened to was nag, nag, nag. God, am I glad to be rid of that old bitch." So the doc takes a few minutes to think a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He inquires, "Do you have any hobbies or a social life?" The guy replies, "No, not really. Most nights I sit home, watch some porno flicks and munch on Cheetos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-8488680431674298254?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8488680431674298254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=8488680431674298254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8488680431674298254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/8488680431674298254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/doctor.html' title='A Doctor'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-7302512770722910899</id><published>2007-09-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:40:53.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drivers License'/><title type='text'>Drivers License</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Junior had just received his brand new drivers license. To celebrate, the whole family trooped out to the driveway and climbed into the car for his inaugural drive. Dad immediately headed to the back seat, directly behind the newly minted driver. "I'll bet you're back there to get a change of scenery after all those months of sitting in the front passenger seat teaching me how to drive," said the beaming boy to his old man. "Nope," came dad's reply, "I'm gonna sit back here and kick the back of your seat while you drive, just like you have been doing to me for sixteen years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-7302512770722910899?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7302512770722910899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=7302512770722910899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/7302512770722910899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/7302512770722910899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/drivers-license.html' title='Drivers License'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-1834616820332118343</id><published>2007-09-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:37:53.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A husband and Wife'/><title type='text'>A husband and Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A husband and wife and their two sons are watching TV. She looks at her husband and winks at him, he gets the message and says, "Excuse us for a few minutes boys, we're going up to our room for a little while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon one of the boys becomes curious, goes upstairs and sees the door to his parents bedroom is ajar. He peeks in for a few minutes, trots downstairs, gets his little brother and takes him up to peek into the bedroom. "Before you look in there," he says, "keep in mind this is the same woman who smacked our asses just for sucking our thumbs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-1834616820332118343?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1834616820332118343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=1834616820332118343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1834616820332118343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1834616820332118343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/husband-and-wife.html' title='A husband and Wife'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-4390533620818019742</id><published>2007-09-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:38:06.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Be a Tea Bag'/><title type='text'>Be a Tea Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Morris wakes up in the morning. He has a massive hangover and can't remember anything he did last night. He picks up his bath robe from the floor and puts it on. He notices there's something in one of the pockets and it turns out to be a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks "bloody hell what happened last night?". He walks towards the bathroom and finds a panty in the other pocket of his robe. Again he thinks "what happened last night, what have I done? Must have been a wild party". He opens the bathroom door, walks in and has a look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He notices a little string hanging out of his mouth and his only thought is "Please, if there's a God, please let this be a teabag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-4390533620818019742?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4390533620818019742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=4390533620818019742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4390533620818019742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4390533620818019742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/be-tea-bag.html' title='Be a Tea Bag'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-133800156972711618</id><published>2007-09-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:41:01.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Little Boy'/><title type='text'>A Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Once there was a little boy who was curious about what a strip club was like so one day he decided to sneak into one. Once he was in, he watched as the strippers danced. He watched until they started taking of their clothing. That's when he bolted out the door and started running down the street and into a man. The man asks the boy, "What's wrong young man? You look like you just saw a ghost!". The little boy replies, "My mommy and daddy told me that if I ever watched anybody undress, I'd turn to stone...and all of a sudden I felt something hard!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-133800156972711618?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/133800156972711618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=133800156972711618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/133800156972711618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/133800156972711618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-boy_17.html' title='A Little Boy'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3526894435710653942</id><published>2007-09-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:41:58.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheapest Meat'/><title type='text'>Cheapest Meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q. What is the cheapest meat?&lt;br /&gt;A. Deer balls, there under a buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How does a guy know if he has a high sperm count?&lt;br /&gt;A. If the girl has to chew, before she swallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's in the toilet of the star ship enterprise?&lt;br /&gt;A. The captains log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3526894435710653942?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3526894435710653942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3526894435710653942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3526894435710653942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3526894435710653942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/cheapest-meat.html' title='Cheapest Meat'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-1013221866988431616</id><published>2007-09-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:38:15.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cool Siren'/><title type='text'>Cool Siren</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A man is walking down the street and he sees a boy riding a wagon. The boy has his dog pulling it with a rope attached to the dogs balls. The man says "You know if you tied it around his neck, it would go faster." The boy replies, "I know but then I wouldn't get the cool siren."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-1013221866988431616?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1013221866988431616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=1013221866988431616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1013221866988431616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/1013221866988431616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/cool-siren.html' title='Cool Siren'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3170832275655930262</id><published>2007-09-14T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:42:08.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Likes Women'/><title type='text'>Likes Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A man walks into the bar and orders three double-shots of vodka. The bartender asks, "that's a lot of liquor, what's the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replies, "I just found out my younger brother was gay." The next day, he comes back and orders the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender asks, "What's wrong now?" The man says, "I just found out that my older brother is gay." The next day, he comes in again, and orders the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender asks, "Man, isn't there anyone in your family that likes women?" He replies, "yeah, my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3170832275655930262?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3170832275655930262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3170832275655930262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3170832275655930262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3170832275655930262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/likes-women.html' title='Likes Women'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3440632669847775660</id><published>2007-09-14T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:42:16.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guts and Balls'/><title type='text'>Guts and Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The difference between having Guts and having Balls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guts is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3440632669847775660?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3440632669847775660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3440632669847775660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3440632669847775660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3440632669847775660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/guts-and-balls.html' title='Guts and Balls'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3500815614262390891</id><published>2007-09-14T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:42:27.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Married Man'/><title type='text'>A Married Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A married man keeps telling his wife "Honey, you have such a beautiful butt". Every person in the town agrees that she does have a very beautiful butt. The man's birthday is coming up so she decides to take a trip to the tattoo parlor and get the words "Beautiful butt" tattooed on her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks in and tells the tattoo artist he husband thinks she has a beautiful butt. He looks and says, "You do have a beautiful butt". She then tells the man she wants Beautiful butt tattooed on her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man tells her "I can't fit that on your ass, it takes up too much space. But I tell you what, I will tattoo the letters BB on each cheek and that can stand for beautiful butt. She agrees and gets it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the man's birthday she hears him come home and is only wearing a robe. She then stands at the top of the stairs. He opens the door and she says "look honey." She then takes off the robe she is wearing, bends over, and the man yells "WHO THE FUCK IS BOB?"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3500815614262390891?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3500815614262390891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3500815614262390891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3500815614262390891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3500815614262390891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/married-man.html' title='A Married Man'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-4114194820168852003</id><published>2007-09-14T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:42:34.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Guys'/><title type='text'>Two Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There were two guys working for the city. One would dig a hole -- he would dig, dig, dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other would come behind him and fill the hole -- fill, fill, fill. These two men worked furiously; one digging a hole, the other filling it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was watching from the sidewalk and couldn't believe how hard these men were working, but couldn't understand what they were doing. Finally he had to ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to the hole digger, "I appreciate how hard you work, but what are you doing? You dig a hole and your partner comes behind you and fills it up again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hole digger replied, "Oh yeah, must look funny, but the guy who plants the trees is sick today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-4114194820168852003?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4114194820168852003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=4114194820168852003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4114194820168852003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4114194820168852003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-guys.html' title='Two Guys'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-4973897821083626686</id><published>2007-09-12T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:42:43.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q: Diner: I can't eat this chicken. Call the manager.&lt;br /&gt;A: Waiter: It's no use. He can't eat it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which side of a chicken has the most feathers?&lt;br /&gt;A: The outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get when you cross a parrot with a centipede?&lt;br /&gt;A: A walkie-talkie, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you heard of that disease that you get from kissing birds?&lt;br /&gt;A: Chirpes. It's one of those canarial diseases. I hear it's untweetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why don't they play poker in the jungle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Too many cheetahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between a cat and a comma?&lt;br /&gt;A: One has the paws before the claws and the other has the clause before the pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where do dogs go when they lose their tails?&lt;br /&gt;A: To the retail store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of dog tells time?&lt;br /&gt;A: A watch dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-4973897821083626686?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4973897821083626686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=4973897821083626686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4973897821083626686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/4973897821083626686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-3803109466521407343</id><published>2007-09-12T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:43:28.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Boy'/><title type='text'>Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This little boy goes up to his dad and he says "Dad?, What's the difference between Potentially and Realistically?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the father replies "Well son, go ask your mother if she would sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars. Then you ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then you ask your brother if he would sleep with Tom Cruise for a million dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy goes up to his mom and asks her if she would sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars and the mother replies "Oh my god, of course I would, he is so good looking!" So the boy moves on and asks his sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars, and she replies "He is so fucking fine, of course I would!" Then last but no least he goes up to his brother and asks him if he would sleep with Tom Cruise for a million dollars, his brother says "Of course I would, who wouldn't for a million bucks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes up to his dad and says "I think I learned the difference between potentially and realistically" "Well what's the difference?" says the father. "Well, potentially we're sitting on 3 million dollars, realistically we're living with 2 sluts and a fag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-3803109466521407343?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3803109466521407343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=3803109466521407343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3803109466521407343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/3803109466521407343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-boy.html' title='Little Boy'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-5203945888147449664</id><published>2007-09-12T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:43:37.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24 Hours To Live'/><title type='text'>24 Hours To Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This guy goes into a doctor's office. The doctor says, "Oh, Mr. Jones! We have the results of your test. Do you want the bad news first or the very bad news?" The guy shrugs and says, "Well I guess I'll have the bad news first." "Well the bad news is, you have 24 hours to live," the doctor replies. The man is distraught, "24 hours to live? That's horrible! What could be worse than that? What's the VERY bad news?" The doctor folds his hands and sighs, "The very bad news is...I've been trying to contact you since yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-5203945888147449664?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5203945888147449664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=5203945888147449664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5203945888147449664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/5203945888147449664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/24-hours-to-live.html' title='24 Hours To Live'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-6340457394698271319</id><published>2007-09-12T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:43:46.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Young Girl'/><title type='text'>A Young Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A young girl gets married and a few days later her mother comes to visit. When she arrives, she is shocked to find her daughter standing naked at the front door. "What are you doing!" insists her mother. "Mom, it's my love dress! Don't you like it?" "I'll come back in a few weeks when the honeymoon is over," replies her mother, as she turns and leaves for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, the mother arrives at her daughter's house once. Again, she is shocked when her naked daughter answers the door to greet her. "Now what are you doing?" "Mom, it's my love dress! It keeps the marriage spicy!" "I'll give you a few more weeks," replies her mother, as she turns and leaves for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, the mother decides to try it for herself. When her husband arrives home, she greets him at the front door in the nude. "Honey, what are hell are you doing!" remarks the husband. "It's my love dress, dear! What do you think of it?" "Well, to be perfectly honest," replies her husband, "I think you should have ironed it first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-6340457394698271319?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6340457394698271319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=6340457394698271319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6340457394698271319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/6340457394698271319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/09/young-girl.html' title='A Young Girl'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-374603892276558728</id><published>2007-09-01T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:43:55.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Big Head'/><title type='text'>Johnny Big Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Johnny comes back from school crying and says, "Mommy all the kids in the school say I have a big head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother replies, "No you don't Johnny. You have a hideously deformed head. The other children are merely hiding the truth to protect your feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1860592483568977761-374603892276558728?l=myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/374603892276558728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1860592483568977761&amp;postID=374603892276558728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/374603892276558728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1860592483568977761/posts/default/374603892276558728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/2007/03/create-your-own-slideshow.html' title='Johnny Big Head'/><author><name>Qira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860592483568977761.post-1504825860010308115</id><published>2007-08-31T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:48:04.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Banner and HTML code</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/tupi_2006/my-jokes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea onmouseover="this.focus()" onfocus="this.select()" name="S8" rows="2" cols="14"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j202/tupi_2006/my-jokes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or Text Tittle:&lt;/span&gt; My Jokes Your Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URL:&lt;/span&gt; http://myjokeyourjoke.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Your URL/Banner/Text Links here. 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