<?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-1028762915736739407</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:58:42.504-08:00</updated><category term='father goose stories jokes'/><category term='letters jokes'/><category term='blonde jokes'/><category term='animal jokes'/><category term='eldery jokes'/><category term='books jokes'/><category term='children jokes'/><category term='drunks jokes'/><category term='computer jokes'/><category term='science jokes'/><category term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Jokes Daily</title><subtitle type='html'>Thousands of funny jokes! Blonde jokes, adult jokes, yo mama jokes, redneck jokes, lawyer jokes, animal jokes, sports jokes, relationship jokes and more!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-------</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>472</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1028762915736739407.post-5040101483732850199</id><published>2008-12-15T01:46:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:46:53.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>A pious man who had reached</title><content type='html'>A pious man who had reached the age of 105 suddenly &lt;br /&gt;stopped going to synagogue. Alarmed by the old fellow's &lt;br /&gt;absence after so many years of faithful attendance the Rabbi &lt;br /&gt;went to see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found him in excellent health, so the Rabbi asked, "How &lt;br /&gt;come after all these years we don't see you at services &lt;br /&gt;anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man looked around and lowered his voice. "I'll tell you, &lt;br /&gt;Rabbi," he whispered. "When I got to be 90, I expected God to &lt;br /&gt;take me any day. But then I got to be 95, then 100, then 105. &lt;br /&gt;So I figured that God is very busy and must've forgotten about &lt;br /&gt;me, and I don't want to remind Him!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5040101483732850199?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5040101483732850199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5040101483732850199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5040101483732850199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5040101483732850199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/pious-man-who-had-reached.html' title='A pious man who had reached'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4419998034184379702</id><published>2008-12-15T01:46:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:46:42.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>A little old lady gets onto a crowded bus</title><content type='html'>A little old lady gets onto a crowded bus and stands in front of &lt;br /&gt;a seated young girl. Holding her hand to her chest, she says to &lt;br /&gt;the girl, "If you knew what I have, you would give me your seat." &lt;br /&gt;The girl gets up and gives up her the seat to the old lady. It is &lt;br /&gt;hot. The girl then takes out a fan and starts fanning herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman looks up and says, "If you knew what I have, you &lt;br /&gt;would give me that fan." The girl gives her the fan, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes later the woman gets up and says to the bus &lt;br /&gt;driver, "Stop, I want to get off here." The bus driver tells her he &lt;br /&gt;has to drop her at the next corner, not in the middle of the &lt;br /&gt;block. With her hand across her chest, she tells the driver, "If &lt;br /&gt;you knew what I have, you would let me off the bus right here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver pulls over and opens the door to let her out. As &lt;br /&gt;she's walking out of the bus, he asks, "Madam, what is it you &lt;br /&gt;have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman looks at him and nonchalantly replies, &lt;br /&gt;"Chutzpah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4419998034184379702?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4419998034184379702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4419998034184379702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4419998034184379702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4419998034184379702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-old-lady-gets-onto-crowded-bus.html' title='A little old lady gets onto a crowded bus'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7306456959335960952</id><published>2008-12-15T01:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:46:12.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>One night, at the lodge of a hunting club</title><content type='html'>One night, at the lodge of a hunting club, two new members were being&lt;br /&gt;   introduced to other&lt;br /&gt;   members and shown around. The man leading them around said, "See that&lt;br /&gt;   old man asleep&lt;br /&gt;   in the chair by the fire- place? He is our oldest member and can tell&lt;br /&gt;   you some hunting&lt;br /&gt;   stories you'll never forget."&lt;br /&gt;   They awakened the old man and asked him to tell them a hunting story.&lt;br /&gt;   "Well," he began,&lt;br /&gt;   "I remember back in '44', we went on a lion hunting expedition in&lt;br /&gt;   Africa. We were on foot&lt;br /&gt;   and hunted for three days without seeing a thing. On the fourth day, I&lt;br /&gt;   was so tired I had to&lt;br /&gt;   rest. I found a fallen tree, so I laid my gun down, propped my head on&lt;br /&gt;   the tree, and fell&lt;br /&gt;   asleep. I don't know how long I was asleep when I was awakened by a&lt;br /&gt;   noise in the&lt;br /&gt;   bushes. I was reaching for my gun when the biggest lion I ever seen&lt;br /&gt;   jumped out of the&lt;br /&gt;   bushes at me like this, 'ROOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!......' I&lt;br /&gt;   tell you, I&lt;br /&gt;   just shit my pants."&lt;br /&gt;   The young men looked astonished and one of them said, "I don't blame&lt;br /&gt;   you, I would have&lt;br /&gt;   shit my pants too if a lion jumped out at me." The old man shook his&lt;br /&gt;   head and said, "No,&lt;br /&gt;   no, not then, just now when I said&lt;br /&gt;   'ROOOAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7306456959335960952?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7306456959335960952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7306456959335960952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7306456959335960952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7306456959335960952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-night-at-lodge-of-hunting-club.html' title='One night, at the lodge of a hunting club'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4018848657051377763</id><published>2008-12-15T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:46:00.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>The eighty-eight-year-old millionaire married</title><content type='html'>The eighty-eight-year-old millionaire married an eighteen-year-&lt;br /&gt;old country girl.  He was quite content, but after a few weeks &lt;br /&gt;she told him that she was going to leave him if she didn't get &lt;br /&gt;some loving real soon. He had his chauffeured limousine take &lt;br /&gt;him to a high-priced specialist who studied him and then gave &lt;br /&gt;him a shot of spermatozoa. "Now look," the doctor said, "the &lt;br /&gt;only way you're going to get it up is to say "beep," and then to &lt;br /&gt;get it soft again, you say, "beep, beep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How marvelous," the old man said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but I must warn you," the doctor said," it's only going to &lt;br /&gt;work three times before you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way home, the man decided he wasn't going to live &lt;br /&gt;through three of them anyway, so he decided to waste one &lt;br /&gt;trying it out. "Beep!" he said. Immediately he was UP. Satisfied, &lt;br /&gt;he said, "beep, beep," and he was down again.  He chuckled &lt;br /&gt;with delight and anticipation. At that moment, a little yellow &lt;br /&gt;Volkswagen pulled past his limousine and went "beep," and the &lt;br /&gt;car in the opposite lane responded with "beep beep." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alert to his jeopardy, the old man instructed his chauffeur to &lt;br /&gt;"speed it up."  He raced into the house as fast as he could for &lt;br /&gt;his last great lay.  "Honey," he shouted at her, "don't ask &lt;br /&gt;questions.  Just drop your clothes and hope into bed." Caught &lt;br /&gt;up in his excitement, she did.  He undressed nervously and &lt;br /&gt;hurried in after her.  Just as he was climbing into bed, he said, &lt;br /&gt;"beep," and he was UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just starting to enter his young wife when she said,, &lt;br /&gt;"What's all this "beep beep" shit?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4018848657051377763?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4018848657051377763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4018848657051377763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4018848657051377763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4018848657051377763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/eighty-eight-year-old-millionaire.html' title='The eighty-eight-year-old millionaire married'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7605021535894527732</id><published>2008-12-15T01:00:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:00:46.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>A tiny but dignified old lady was among</title><content type='html'>A tiny but dignified old lady was among a group looking at an &lt;br /&gt;art exhibition in a newly opened gallery. Suddenly one &lt;br /&gt;contemporary painting caught her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What on earth," she inquired of the artist standing nearby, "is &lt;br /&gt;that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled condescendingly. "That, my dear lady, is supposed &lt;br /&gt;to be a mother and her child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then," snapped the little old lady, "why isn't it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7605021535894527732?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7605021535894527732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7605021535894527732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7605021535894527732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7605021535894527732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/tiny-but-dignified-old-lady-was-among.html' title='A tiny but dignified old lady was among'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-269067977536393600</id><published>2008-12-15T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:00:37.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>This 60 year old woman was walking</title><content type='html'>This 60 year old woman was walking along 5th Avenue when she heard a voice from above &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will live to be 100." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked around and didn't see anyone. Again she heard "You will live to be 100." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, she thought to herself, that was the voice of God. I've got 40 more years to live! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off she went to the plastic surgeon. She got everything fixed from head to toe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she left the plastic surgeon's office, she got hit by a bus,died, and went up to heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to God "You told me I would live to be 100. I was supposed to have had 40 more years.&lt;br /&gt;So how come you let the bus kill me?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said: "I didn't recognize you". &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-269067977536393600?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/269067977536393600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=269067977536393600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/269067977536393600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/269067977536393600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-60-year-old-woman-was-walking.html' title='This 60 year old woman was walking'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8788222797358812683</id><published>2008-12-15T00:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:53:47.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>There was an old married couple</title><content type='html'>There was an old married couple that had happily lived&lt;br /&gt;   together for nearly forty years. The only friction in their marriage&lt;br /&gt;   was caused by the husband's habit of breaking wind nearly every&lt;br /&gt;   morning as he awoke. The noise would always wake up his wife and the&lt;br /&gt;   smell would cause her eyes to water as she would choke and gasp for&lt;br /&gt;   air. Nearly every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping one&lt;br /&gt;   in the morning. He told her that the couldn't help it. She begged him&lt;br /&gt;   to see a doctor to see if anything could be done but the husband&lt;br /&gt;   wouldn't hear of it. He told her that it was just a natural bodily&lt;br /&gt;   function and then he would laugh in her face as she tried to wave the&lt;br /&gt;   fumes away with her hands. She told him that there was nothing natural&lt;br /&gt;   about it and if he didn't stop, he was one day going to "fart his guts&lt;br /&gt;   out".&lt;br /&gt;   The years went by and the wife continued to suffer and the husband&lt;br /&gt;   continued to ignore her warnings about "farting his guts out" until&lt;br /&gt;   one Christmas morning. Before dawn, the wife went downstairs to&lt;br /&gt;   prepare the family feast. She fixed Christmas pudding, mashed&lt;br /&gt;   potatoes, gravy and, of course, a turkey. While she was taking out the&lt;br /&gt;   turkey's innards, a thought occurred to the wife as to how she might&lt;br /&gt;   solve her husband's problem. With a devilish grin on her face, she&lt;br /&gt;   placed the turkey guts into a bowl and quietly walked upstairs hours&lt;br /&gt;   before her flatulent husband would awake. While he was still soundly&lt;br /&gt;   asleep, she pulled back the covers and then gently pulled back her&lt;br /&gt;   husband's jockey shorts. She then placed all of the turkey guts into&lt;br /&gt;   her husband's underwear, pulled them up, replaced the covers and&lt;br /&gt;   tiptoed back downstairs to finish preparing the family meal. Several&lt;br /&gt;   hours later she heard her husband awake with his normal loud ass&lt;br /&gt;   trumpeting. This was soon followed by a blood curdling scream and the&lt;br /&gt;   sound of frantic footsteps as her husband ran to the upstairs&lt;br /&gt;   bathroom. The wife could not control herself and her eyes began to&lt;br /&gt;   tear up as she rolled on the floor laughing. After years of putting up&lt;br /&gt;   with him she had finally gotten even. About twenty minutes later, her&lt;br /&gt;   husband came downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of&lt;br /&gt;   horror in his eyes. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and she&lt;br /&gt;   asked him what was the matter. He said, "honey, you were right - all&lt;br /&gt;   those years you warned me and I didn't listen to you".&lt;br /&gt;   "What do you mean?" asked his wife.&lt;br /&gt;   "Well you always told me that I would end up farting my guts out one&lt;br /&gt;   of these days and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God&lt;br /&gt;   and these two fingers, I think I got 'em all back in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8788222797358812683?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8788222797358812683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8788222797358812683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8788222797358812683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8788222797358812683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-old-married-couple.html' title='There was an old married couple'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-387796181981685622</id><published>2008-12-15T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:53:04.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>A little boy and his grandfather are raking</title><content type='html'> A little boy and his grandfather are raking leaves in the yard.  The little &lt;br /&gt; boy finds an earthworm trying to get back into its hole. He says, "Grandpa,&lt;br /&gt; I  bet I can put that worm back in that hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The grandfather replies, "I'll bet you five dollars you can't.  It's too&lt;br /&gt; wiggly and limp to put back in that little hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The little boy runs into the house and comes back out with a can of hair&lt;br /&gt; spray. He sprays the worm until it is straight and stiff as a board.  Then&lt;br /&gt; he puts the worm back into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The grandfather hands the little boy five dollars, grabs the hair spray, and &lt;br /&gt; runs into the house. Thirty minutes later the grandfather comes back out and &lt;br /&gt; hands the little boy another five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The little boy says, "Grandpa, you already gave me five dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The grandfather replies, "I know. That's from your grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; On their first night together, the newly weds decided to set up signals&lt;br /&gt; concerning their "urges".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The lady said "If you want it, squeeze my BOOB once, if you don't want it,&lt;br /&gt; squeeze my BOOB twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The gent said "OK, if you want it, pull my DONG once, if you don't want it,&lt;br /&gt; pull my DONG 48 times."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-387796181981685622?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/387796181981685622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=387796181981685622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/387796181981685622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/387796181981685622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-boy-and-his-grandfather-are.html' title='A little boy and his grandfather are raking'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1290517738746347828</id><published>2008-12-15T00:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:51:14.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>You Can Never Really Go Back</title><content type='html'>You Can Never Really Go Back&lt;br /&gt;   There was this couple who had been married for 50 years. They were&lt;br /&gt;   sitting at the&lt;br /&gt;   breakfast table that morning when the old gentleman said to his wife,&lt;br /&gt;   "Just think, honey,&lt;br /&gt;   we've been married for 50 years."&lt;br /&gt;   "Yeah," she replied, "Fifty years ago this very day, we were sitting&lt;br /&gt;   here at this breakfast&lt;br /&gt;   table together."&lt;br /&gt;   "Hmmm," the old man said, "We were probably sitting here naked as&lt;br /&gt;   jaybirds fifty years&lt;br /&gt;   ago this morning."&lt;br /&gt;   "Well," Granny snickered, "What do you say...should we?" Whereupon the&lt;br /&gt;   two stripped&lt;br /&gt;   to the buff and sat down at the table.&lt;br /&gt;   "You know, honey," the little old lady breathlessly replied, "My&lt;br /&gt;   nipples are as hot for you&lt;br /&gt;   now as they were fifty years ago."&lt;br /&gt;   "I wouldn't be surprised," replied Gramps. "One's in your coffee and&lt;br /&gt;   the other one's in&lt;br /&gt;   you oatmeal!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1290517738746347828?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1290517738746347828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1290517738746347828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1290517738746347828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1290517738746347828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-can-never-really-go-back.html' title='You Can Never Really Go Back'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4317145823591093929</id><published>2008-12-15T00:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:51:07.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>An elderly woman entered a large furniture store</title><content type='html'>An elderly woman entered a large furniture store and was &lt;br /&gt;greeted by a much younger salesman.  "Is there something in &lt;br /&gt;particular I can show you?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I want to buy a sexual sofa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean a sectional sofa," he suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sectional schmectional." she bitterly retorted.  "All I want is &lt;br /&gt;an occasional piece in the living room!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4317145823591093929?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4317145823591093929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4317145823591093929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4317145823591093929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4317145823591093929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/elderly-woman-entered-large-furniture.html' title='An elderly woman entered a large furniture store'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8117512492393544650</id><published>2008-12-15T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:50:31.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>Grandma Saperstein and Grandpa Rabinowitz</title><content type='html'>Grandma Saperstein and Grandpa Rabinowitz are sitting on the veranda&lt;br /&gt;   of the old folks&lt;br /&gt;   home rocking back and forth in their rocking chairs. Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;   Rabinowitz rocks forward in&lt;br /&gt;   his chair and says to Grandma, "Fuck you!"&lt;br /&gt;   Grandma Saperstein rocks forward in her chair and says to Grandpa,&lt;br /&gt;   "Fuck you too!"&lt;br /&gt;   Grandpa becomes very much excited and shouts, "Fuck you!" swinging&lt;br /&gt;   more forward&lt;br /&gt;   again.&lt;br /&gt;   Grandma remains graceful but leans forward and says, "Fuck you again."&lt;br /&gt;   This goes on for about 10 minutes. Finally Grandpa says, "You know&lt;br /&gt;   something,&lt;br /&gt;   Grandma, this oral sex thing ain't all it's cracked up to be."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8117512492393544650?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8117512492393544650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8117512492393544650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8117512492393544650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8117512492393544650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandma-saperstein-and-grandpa.html' title='Grandma Saperstein and Grandpa Rabinowitz'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2024694202034697386</id><published>2008-12-15T00:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:49:17.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Software Development Process</title><content type='html'>Software Development Process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Order the T-shirts for the Development team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Announce availability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Write the code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Write the manual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Hire a Product Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Spec the software (writing the specs after the code helps to ensure that the software meets the specifications)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Test (the customers are a big help here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Identify bugs as potential enhancements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Announce the upgrade program&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2024694202034697386?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2024694202034697386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2024694202034697386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2024694202034697386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2024694202034697386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/software-development-process.html' title='Software Development Process'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2794350941204299143</id><published>2008-12-15T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:49:04.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Girlfriend Tech Support E-mail</title><content type='html'>Girlfriend Tech Support E-mail&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I am currently running the latest version of GirlFriend and I've been&lt;br /&gt;having some problems lately.  I've been running the same version of&lt;br /&gt;DrinkingBuddies 1.0 forever as my primary application, and all the&lt;br /&gt;GirlFriend releases I've tried have always conflicted with it.  I hear&lt;br /&gt;that DrinkingBuddies won't crash if GirlFriend is run in background mode&lt;br /&gt;and the sound is turned off.  But I'm embarrassed to say I can't find&lt;br /&gt;the switch to turn the sound off.  I just run them separately, and it&lt;br /&gt;works okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend also seems to have a problem co-existing with my Fishing 97&lt;br /&gt;program, often trying to abort Fishing 97 with some sort of timing&lt;br /&gt;incompatibility. I probably should have stayed with GirlFriend 1.0, but&lt;br /&gt;I thought I might see better performance from GirlFriend 2.0.  After&lt;br /&gt;months of conflicts and other problems, I consulted a friend who has had&lt;br /&gt;experience with GirlFriend 2.0.  He said I probably didn't have enough&lt;br /&gt;cache to run GirlFriend 2.0, and eventually it would require a Token&lt;br /&gt;Ring to run properly.  He was right - as soon as I purged my cache, it&lt;br /&gt;uninstalled itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, I installed GirlFriend 3.0 beta.  All the bugs were&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be gone, but the first time I used it, it gave me a virus&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I had to clean out my whole system and shut down for a while.  I&lt;br /&gt;very cautiously upgraded to GirlFriend 4.0. This time I used a SCSI&lt;br /&gt;probe first and also installed a virus protection program.  It worked&lt;br /&gt;okay for a while until I discovered that GirlFriend 1.0 was still in my&lt;br /&gt;system.  I tried running GirlFriend 1.0 again with GirlFriend 4.0 still&lt;br /&gt;installed, but GirlFriend 4.0 has a feature I didn't know about that&lt;br /&gt;automatically senses the presence of any other version of GirlFriend and&lt;br /&gt;communicates with it in some way, which results in the immediate removal&lt;br /&gt;of both versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The version I have now works pretty well, but there are still some&lt;br /&gt;problems. Like all versions of GirlFriend, it is written in some obscure&lt;br /&gt;language I can't understand, much less reprogram.  Frankly I think there&lt;br /&gt;is too much attention paid to the look and feel rather than the desired&lt;br /&gt;functionality.  Also, to get the best connections with your hardware,&lt;br /&gt;you usually have to use gold-plated contacts.  And I've never liked how&lt;br /&gt;GirlFriend is totally "object-oriented."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, a friend of mine upgraded his version of GirlFriend to&lt;br /&gt;GirlFriendPlus 1.0, which is a Terminate and Stay Resident version of&lt;br /&gt;GirlFriend.  He discovered that GirlFriendPlus 1.0 expires within a year&lt;br /&gt;if you don't upgrade to Fiancee 1.0.  So he did, but soon after that, he&lt;br /&gt;had to upgrade to Wife 1.0 which he describes as a huge resource hog.&lt;br /&gt;It has taken up all his space, so he can't load anything else.  One of&lt;br /&gt;the primary reasons he decided to go with Wife 1.0 was because it came&lt;br /&gt;bundled with FreeSexPlus.  Well, it turns out the resource allocation&lt;br /&gt;module of Wife 1.0 sometimes prohibits access to FreeSexPlus,&lt;br /&gt;particularly the new Plug-Ins he wanted to try.  On top of that, Wife&lt;br /&gt;1.0 must be running on a well warmed-up system before he can do&lt;br /&gt;anything.  Although he did not ask for it, Wife 1.0 came with&lt;br /&gt;MotherInLaw which has an automatic pop-up feature he can't turn off.  I&lt;br /&gt;told him to try installing Mistress 1.0, but he said he heard if you try&lt;br /&gt;to run it without first uninstalling Wife 1.0, Wife 1.0 will delete&lt;br /&gt;MSMoney files before doing the uninstall itself.  Then Mistress 1.0&lt;br /&gt;won't install anyway because of insufficient resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Ideas???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2794350941204299143?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2794350941204299143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2794350941204299143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2794350941204299143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2794350941204299143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/girlfriend-tech-support-e-mail.html' title='Girlfriend Tech Support E-mail'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1804035819551290830</id><published>2008-12-15T00:48:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:48:49.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Pest-by-Modem</title><content type='html'>Pest-by-Modem&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Here's how to be a pest-by-modem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Make up fake acronyms.  On-line veterans like to use abbreviations like&lt;br /&gt;IMHO (in my humble opinion) and RTFM (read the f...... manual) to show&lt;br /&gt;that they're "hep" to the lingo.  Make up your own that don't stand for&lt;br /&gt;anything (SETO, BARL, CP30), use them liberally, and then refuse to&lt;br /&gt;explain what they stand for ("You don't know? RTFM").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WRITE ALL YOUR MESSAGES IN ALL CAPS AND DON'T USE PERIODS OR RETURNS SO&lt;br /&gt;THAT EVERYONE HAS TO SCROLL ACROSS THEIR SCREENS TO READ EVERY LINE ALSO&lt;br /&gt;USE A LOT OF !!!!!! AND DDOOUUBBLLEESS TO SHOW THAT YOU'RE EXCITED ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;BEING HERE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When replying to your mail, correct everyone's grammar and spelling and&lt;br /&gt;point out their typos, but don't otherwise respond to the content of&lt;br /&gt;their messages.  When they respond testily to your 'creative criticism,"&lt;br /&gt;do it again.  Continue until they go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Software and files offered on-line are often "compressed" so that it&lt;br /&gt;won't take so long to travel over the phone lines.  Buy a compression&lt;br /&gt;program and compress everything you send, including one-word E-mail&lt;br /&gt;responses like "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Upload text files with Bible passages about sin or guilt and give them&lt;br /&gt;names like "SexyHouseWives," then see how many people download them.&lt;br /&gt;Challenge your friends to come up with the most popular come-on.  Take&lt;br /&gt;bets and calculate odds on the results of each upload's popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cc: all your E-mail to Al Gore (vice.president@whitehouse.gov) so that&lt;br /&gt;he can keep track of what's happening on the information Superhighway&lt;br /&gt;Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Join a discussion group, and tie whatever's being discussed back to an&lt;br /&gt;unrelated central theme of your own.  For instance, if you're in a&lt;br /&gt;discussion of gun control, respond to every message with the observation&lt;br /&gt;that those genetically superior tomatoes seem to have played an important&lt;br /&gt;role.  Within days, all discussion of gun control will have ceased as&lt;br /&gt;people write you threatening messages and instruct all other members to&lt;br /&gt;ignore you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1804035819551290830?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1804035819551290830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1804035819551290830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1804035819551290830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1804035819551290830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/pest-by-modem.html' title='Pest-by-Modem'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-210520321590908274</id><published>2008-12-15T00:48:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:48:38.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Diary of an AOL User</title><content type='html'>Diary of an AOL User&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;July 18 - I just tried to connect to America Online. I've heard it is the&lt;br /&gt;best online service I can get.  They even included a free disk!  I'd better&lt;br /&gt;hold onto it in case they don't ever send me anther one!  I can't connect.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 19 - Some guy at the tech support center says my computer needs a&lt;br /&gt;modem. I don't see why. He's just trying to cheat me. How dumb does he think&lt;br /&gt;I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22 - I bought the modem. I couldn't figure out where it goes. It wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;fit in the monitor or the printer. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 23 - I finally got the modem in and hooked up. that nine year old next&lt;br /&gt;door did it for me. But it still don't work. I cant get online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 25 - That nine year old kid next door hooked me up to America Online&lt;br /&gt;for me. He's so smart. I told the kid he was a prodigy.  But he says that's&lt;br /&gt;just another service. What a modest kid.  He's so smart and he does these&lt;br /&gt;services for people.  Anyway he's smarter then the jerks who sold me the&lt;br /&gt;modem. They didn't even tell me about communications software. Bet they&lt;br /&gt;didn't know. And why do they put two telephone jack holes in the back of a&lt;br /&gt;modem when you only need one?  And why do they have one labeled phone when&lt;br /&gt;you are not suppose to hook it to the phone jack on the wall?  I thought&lt;br /&gt;the dial tone sounded funny! Boy, are modem makers dumb!  But the kid figured&lt;br /&gt;it out by the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 26 - What's the internet?  I thought I was on America Online. Not this&lt;br /&gt;internet thing. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 27 - The nine year old kid next door showed me how to use this America&lt;br /&gt;Online stuff. I told him he must be a genius. He says that he is compared&lt;br /&gt;to me.  Maybe he's not so modest after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28 - I tried to use chat today.  I tried to talk into my computer but&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened. maybe I need to buy a microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 29 - I found this thing called usenet. I got out of it because I'm&lt;br /&gt;connected to America Online not usenet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 30 - These people in this usenet thing keep using capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;How do they do that?  I never figured out how to type capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have a different type of keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY 31 -  I CALLED THE COMPUTER MAKER I BOUGHT IT FROM TO COMPLAIN ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;NOT HAVING A CAPITOL LETTER KEY. THE TECH SUPPORT GUY SAID IT WAS THIS CAPS&lt;br /&gt;LOCK KEY.  WHY DIDN'T THEY SPELL IT OUT? I TOLD HIM I GOT A CHEAP KEYBOARD&lt;br /&gt;AND WANTED A BETTER ONE. AND ONE OF MY SHIFT KEYS ISNT THE SAME SIZE AS THE&lt;br /&gt;OTHER. HE SAID THATS A STANDARD. I TOLD HIM I DIDN'T WANT A STANDARD&lt;br /&gt;KEYBOARD BUT ANOTHER BRAND. I MUST HAVE HAD AN IMPORTANT COMPLAINT BECAUSE I&lt;br /&gt;HEARD HIM TELL THE OTHER SUPPORT GUYS TO LISTEN IN ON OUR CONVERSATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 1 - I FOUND THIS THING CALLED THE USENET ORACLE. IT SAYS THAT IT CAN&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS I ASK IT. I SENT IT 44 SEPARATE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE&lt;br /&gt;INTERNET. I HOPE IT RESPONDS SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 2 - I FOUND A GROUP CALLED REC.HUMOR. I DECIDED TO POST THIS JOKE&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE CHICKEN THAT CROSSED THE ROAD. TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE! HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;I WASNT SURE I POSTED IT RIGHT SO I POSTED IT 56 MORE TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 3 - I KEEP HEARING ABOUT THE WORLD WIDE WEB. I DON'T NOW SPIDERS&lt;br /&gt;GREW THAT LARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 4 - THE ORACLE RESPONDED TO MY QUESTIONS TODAY. GEEZ IT WAS RUDE.  I&lt;br /&gt;WAS SO ANGRY THAT I POSTED AN ANGRY MESSAGE ABOUT IT TO REC.HUMOR.ORACLE. I&lt;br /&gt;WASNT SURE IF I POSTED RIGHT SO I POSTED IT 22 MORE TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 5 - SOMEONE TOLD ME TO READ THE FAQ. GEEZ THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO USE&lt;br /&gt;PROFANITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST 6 - SOMEONE ELSE TOLD ME TO STOP SHOUTING IN ALL MY MESSAGES. WHAT&lt;br /&gt;A STUPID JERK. IM NOT SHOUTING! IM NOT EVEN TALKING! JUST TYPING!  HOW CAN&lt;br /&gt;THEY LET THESE RUDE JERKS GO ON THE INTERNET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7 - Why have a Caps Lock key if you're not suppose to use it? Its&lt;br /&gt;probably an extra feature that costs more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 8 - I just read this post called make money fast. I'm so exited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make lots of money. I followed his instructions and posted it&lt;br /&gt;to every newsgroup I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 9 - I just made my signature file.  Its only 6 pages long. I will&lt;br /&gt;have to work on it some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 10 - I just looked at a group called alt.aol.sucks. I read a few&lt;br /&gt;posts and I really believe that aol should be wiped off the face of the&lt;br /&gt;earth. I wonder what an aol is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 11 - I was asking where to find some information about something.&lt;br /&gt;Some guy told me to check out ftp.netcom.com. I've looked and looked but I&lt;br /&gt;can't find that group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 12 - I sent a post to every usenet group on the Internet asking&lt;br /&gt;where the ftp.netcom.com is. hopefully someone will help. I cant ask the kid&lt;br /&gt;next door. His parents said that when he comes back from my house he's&lt;br /&gt;laughing so hard he can't eat or sleep or do his homework. So they wont let&lt;br /&gt;him come over anymore. I do have a great sense of humor. I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;the rec.humor group didn't like my chicken joke. Maybe they only like dirty&lt;br /&gt;stuff. Some people sent me posts about my 56 posts of the joke and they&lt;br /&gt;used bad words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 13 - I sent another post to every usenet group on the Internet&lt;br /&gt;asking where the ftp.netcom.com is. I had forgot yesterday to include my new&lt;br /&gt;signature file which is only 8 pages long. I know everyone will want to&lt;br /&gt;read my favorite poem so I included it. I'm also going to add that short story&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 14 - Some guy suspended my account because of what I was doing. I&lt;br /&gt;told him I don't have an account at his bank. He's so dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-210520321590908274?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/210520321590908274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=210520321590908274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/210520321590908274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/210520321590908274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/diary-of-aol-user.html' title='Diary of an AOL User'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3222003888893065343</id><published>2008-12-15T00:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:48:26.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>The Technologically Challenged</title><content type='html'>The Technologically Challenged&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Just in case you think YOU are TC (technologically challenged), there's&lt;br /&gt;still hope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Compaq is considering changing the command "Press Any Key" to "Press&lt;br /&gt;   Return Key" because of the flood of calls asking where the "Any" key&lt;br /&gt;   is.&lt;br /&gt;2. AST technical support had a caller complaining that her mouse&lt;br /&gt;   was hard to control with the dust cover on. The cover turned out to&lt;br /&gt;   be the plastic bag the mouse was packaged in.&lt;br /&gt;3. Another Compaq technician received a call from a man complaining&lt;br /&gt;   that the system wouldn't read word processing files from his old&lt;br /&gt;   (5-1/4") diskettes.  After troubleshooting for magnets and heat&lt;br /&gt;   failed to diagnose the problem, it was found that the customer&lt;br /&gt;   had labeled the diskettes, then rolled them into the typewriter&lt;br /&gt;   to type the labels.&lt;br /&gt;4. Another AST customer was asked to send a copy of her defective&lt;br /&gt;   diskettes. A few days later a letter arrived from the customer along&lt;br /&gt;   with photocopies of the floppies.&lt;br /&gt;5. A Dell technician advised his customer to put his troubled floppy&lt;br /&gt;   back in the drive and close the door. The customer asked the tech to&lt;br /&gt;   hold on, and was heard putting the phone down, getting up and going&lt;br /&gt;   across the room to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;6. Another Dell customer called to say he couldn't get his computer&lt;br /&gt;   to fax anything. After 40 minutes of troubleshooting, the technician&lt;br /&gt;   discovered the man was trying to fax a piece of paper by holding it&lt;br /&gt;   in front of the monitor screen and hitting the "send" key.&lt;br /&gt;7. Yet another Dell customer called to complain that his keyboard no&lt;br /&gt;   longer worked. He had cleaned it by filling up his tub with soap and&lt;br /&gt;   water and soaking the keyboard for a day, then removing all the keys&lt;br /&gt;   and washing them individually.&lt;br /&gt;8. A Dell technician received a call from a customer who was enraged&lt;br /&gt;   because his computer had told him he was "bad and an invalid".  The&lt;br /&gt;   tech explained that the computer's "bad command" and "invalid"&lt;br /&gt;   responses shouldn't be taken personally.&lt;br /&gt;9. A confused caller to IBM was having troubles printing documents.&lt;br /&gt;   He told the technician that the computer had said it "couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;   printer."  The user had even tried turning the computer screen to&lt;br /&gt;   face the printer - but his computer still couldn't "see" the printer.&lt;br /&gt;10.An exasperated caller to Dell Computer Tech Support couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;   her new Dell Computer to turn on. After ensuring the computer was&lt;br /&gt;   plugged in, the technician asked her what happened when she pushed&lt;br /&gt;   the power button.  Her response, "I pushed and pushed on this foot&lt;br /&gt;   pedal and nothing happened." The "foot pedal" turned out to be the&lt;br /&gt;   mouse!&lt;br /&gt;11.Another customer called Compaq tech support to say her&lt;br /&gt;   brand-new computer wouldn't work. She said she unpacked the unit,&lt;br /&gt;   plugged it in and sat there for 20 minutes waiting for something to&lt;br /&gt;   happen. When asked what happened when she pressed the power switch,&lt;br /&gt;   she asked "What power switch?"&lt;br /&gt;12.True story from a Novell NetWire  SysOp:&lt;br /&gt;   Caller: "Hello, is this  Tech Support?"&lt;br /&gt;   Tech:   "Yes, it is. How may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;   Caller: "The cup holder on my PC is broken and I am within my&lt;br /&gt;            warranty period. How do I go about getting that fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;   Tech:   "I'm sorry, but did you say a cup holder?"&lt;br /&gt;   Caller: "Yes, it's attached to the front of my computer."&lt;br /&gt;   Tech:   "Please excuse me if I seem a bit stumped, it's because I am.&lt;br /&gt;            Did you receive this as part of a promotion, at a trade show?&lt;br /&gt;            How did you get this cup holder? Does it have any trademark&lt;br /&gt;            on it?"&lt;br /&gt;   Caller: "It came with my computer, I don't know anything about a&lt;br /&gt;            promotion.  It just has '4X' on it."&lt;br /&gt;   At this point the Tech Rep had to mute the caller, because he&lt;br /&gt;   couldn't stand it. He was laughing too hard. The caller had been&lt;br /&gt;   using the load drawer of the CD-ROM drive as a cup holder, and&lt;br /&gt;   snapped it off the drive.&lt;br /&gt;13.Another IBM customer had troubles installing software and rang&lt;br /&gt;   for support. "I put in the first disk, and that was OK. It said to&lt;br /&gt;   put in the second disk, and I had some problems with the disk, but I&lt;br /&gt;   squeezed it in.  When it said to put in the third disk - I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;   even fit it in..." The user hadn't realized that "Insert Disk 2"&lt;br /&gt;   meant to remove Disk 1 first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3222003888893065343?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3222003888893065343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3222003888893065343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3222003888893065343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3222003888893065343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/technologically-challenged.html' title='The Technologically Challenged'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1741377371032351287</id><published>2008-12-15T00:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:48:13.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>The Numbers of the Beast</title><content type='html'>The Numbers of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;OK, we all know that 666 is the Number of the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;660             - Approximate number of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;DCLXVI          - Roman numeral of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;666.0000        - Number of the High Precision Beast&lt;br /&gt;0.666           - Number of the Millibeast&lt;br /&gt;/ 666           - Beast Common Denominator&lt;br /&gt;666 ^ (-1)      - Imaginary number of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;1010011010      - Binary of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;6, uh... what was that number again?&lt;br /&gt;                - Number of the Blonde Beast&lt;br /&gt;1-666           - Area code of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;00666           - Zip code of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;1-900-666-0666: - Live Beasts!  One-on-one pacts!  Call Now!&lt;br /&gt;                  Only $6.66/minute.  Over 18 only please.&lt;br /&gt;$665.95         - Retail price of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;$699.25         - Price of the Beast plus 5% state sales tax&lt;br /&gt;$769.95         - Price of the Beast with all accessories and&lt;br /&gt;                  replacement soul&lt;br /&gt;$656.66         - Walmart price of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;$646.66         - Next week's Walmart price of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;Phillips 666    - Gasoline of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;Route 666       - Way of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;666 F           - Oven temperature for roast Beast&lt;br /&gt;666k            - Retirement plan of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;666 mg          - Recommended Minimum Daily Requirement of Beast&lt;br /&gt;6.66 %          - 5 year CD interest rate at First Beast of Hell&lt;br /&gt;                  National Bank, $666 minimum deposit.&lt;br /&gt;Lotus 6-6-6     - Spreadsheet of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;Word 6.66       - Word Processor of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;i66686          - CPU of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;666i            - BMW of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;DSM-666 (revised)&lt;br /&gt;                - Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the Beast&lt;br /&gt;668             - Next-door neighbor of the Beast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1741377371032351287?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1741377371032351287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1741377371032351287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1741377371032351287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1741377371032351287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/numbers-of-beast.html' title='The Numbers of the Beast'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1556515005256167828</id><published>2008-12-15T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:47:57.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Millennia Year Application Software System</title><content type='html'>Millennia Year Application Software System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This memo is to announce the development of a new firm-wide software&lt;br /&gt;  system. We are currently building a data center that will contain all&lt;br /&gt;  firm data that is Year 2000 compliant. The program is referred to as&lt;br /&gt;  the "Millennia Year Application Software System" (MYASS).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Next Monday at 9:00 there will be a meeting in which I will show MYASS&lt;br /&gt;  to everyone. We will continue to hold demonstrations throughout the&lt;br /&gt;  month so that all employees will have an opportunity to get a good&lt;br /&gt;  look at MYASS.  As for the status of the implementation of the&lt;br /&gt;  program, I have not addressed the networking aspects so currently only&lt;br /&gt;  one person at a time can use MYASS. This restriction will be removed&lt;br /&gt;  after MYASS expands.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Several people are using the program already and have come to depend&lt;br /&gt;  on it. Just this morning I walked into a subordinate's office and was&lt;br /&gt;  not surprised to find that he had his nose buried in MYASS. I've&lt;br /&gt;  noticed that some of the less technical personnel are somewhat afraid&lt;br /&gt;  of MYASS. Just last week, when asked to enter some information into&lt;br /&gt;  the program, I had a secretary say to me "I'm a little nervous, I've&lt;br /&gt;  never put anything in MYASS before." I volunteered to help her through&lt;br /&gt;  her first time and when we were through she admitted that it was&lt;br /&gt;  relatively painless and she was actually looking forward to doing it&lt;br /&gt;  again. She went so far as to say that after using SAP and Oracle, she&lt;br /&gt;  was ready to kiss MYASS.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I know there are concerns over the virus that was found in MYASS upon&lt;br /&gt;  initial installation, but I am pleased to say the virus has been&lt;br /&gt;  eliminated and we were able to save MYASS.  In the future, however,&lt;br /&gt;  protection will be required prior to entering MYASS. We planned this&lt;br /&gt;  database to encompass all information associated with the business. So&lt;br /&gt;  as you begin using the program, feel free to put anything you want&lt;br /&gt;  into MYASS.  As MYASS grows larger, we envision a time when it will be&lt;br /&gt;  commonplace to walk by an office and see a manager hand a paper to an&lt;br /&gt;  employee and say "Here, stick this in MYASS".  This program has&lt;br /&gt;  already demonstrated great benefit to the company during recent OSHA&lt;br /&gt;  and EPA audits. After requesting certain historical data the agency&lt;br /&gt;  representatives were amazed at how quickly we provided the&lt;br /&gt;  information. When asked how the numbers could be retrieved so rapidly&lt;br /&gt;  our Environmental Manager proudly stated "Simple, I just pulled them&lt;br /&gt;  out of MYASS."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1556515005256167828?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1556515005256167828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1556515005256167828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1556515005256167828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1556515005256167828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/millennia-year-application-software.html' title='Millennia Year Application Software System'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5592904514900263508</id><published>2008-12-15T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:46:55.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>The husband finally wised up</title><content type='html'>The husband finally wised up to the fact that his wife was less than faithful. He hired a private investigator to follow her and in&lt;br /&gt;less than a week, had all the information that he needed on the "other man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband convinced himself that his would still be a loving and trustworthy marriage had not this S.O.B. come onto the&lt;br /&gt;scene. Being a man of the 90's and all, he decided to handle the matter in what he judged to be sophisticated and business-like&lt;br /&gt;manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent the following e-mail to his wife's lover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sir,&lt;br /&gt;     It has been brought to my attention that for some time now you have been carrying on an affair with my&lt;br /&gt;     wife. So that we may settle this matter in an intelligent fashion, please be at my office at 3 PM on Friday&lt;br /&gt;     next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "other man" was highly amused by the husband's formal manner and sent off the following reply at once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;     I have received a copy of your mass mailing this morning. You may be advised that I will attend the&lt;br /&gt;     scheduled conference in your Office's auditorium. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5592904514900263508?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5592904514900263508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5592904514900263508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5592904514900263508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5592904514900263508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/husband-finally-wised-up.html' title='The husband finally wised up'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5519209041408438584</id><published>2008-12-15T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:45:10.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Just wanted to check out that you</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to check out that you gnarly dudes are using the latest and&lt;br /&gt;greatest software technology fer yer rad code to make it easy for the&lt;br /&gt;dudes who have to read it.  The hip new way to write readable C&lt;br /&gt;code involves the use of a few simple defines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#define like {&lt;br /&gt;#define man ;}&lt;br /&gt;#define an ;&lt;br /&gt;#define SayBro /*&lt;br /&gt;#define CheckItOut */&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SayBro like, this is some rad program, so CheckItOut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;    a = b&lt;br /&gt;         an&lt;br /&gt;    c = d&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SayBro , like who needs help from them compiler choads anyway?&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the way to write CLEAR code.  I mean really!  CheckItOut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like SayBro this is ShellSort straight out of the white book, but in&lt;br /&gt;a readable form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CheckItOut man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#define YoDude for(&lt;br /&gt;#define OK     )&lt;br /&gt;#define is     =&lt;br /&gt;#define AND    &amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;#define as&lt;br /&gt;#define Do&lt;br /&gt;#define long&lt;br /&gt;#define some&lt;br /&gt;#define make&lt;br /&gt;#define garbage&lt;br /&gt;#define FAROUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shell(v, n) SayBro sort v[0]...v[n-1] into increasing order CheckItOut&lt;br /&gt;int v[], n;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like int gap, i, j, temp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YoDude gap is n/2 an as long as gap &gt; 0 Do some garbage an make gap /=2 OK&lt;br /&gt;    YoDude i is gap an as long as i &lt; n Do some garbage an make i++ OK&lt;br /&gt;        YoDude j is i - gap an as long as j &gt;= 0 AND v[j] &gt; v[j+gap] Do some&lt;br /&gt;            garbage an make j -= gap OK&lt;br /&gt;            like&lt;br /&gt;                temp is v[j]      an&lt;br /&gt;                v[j] is v[j+gap]  an&lt;br /&gt;                v[j+gap] is temp&lt;br /&gt;            man&lt;br /&gt;FAROUT man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SayBro like, B there OB square!  CheckItOut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5519209041408438584?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5519209041408438584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5519209041408438584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5519209041408438584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5519209041408438584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-wanted-to-check-out-that-you.html' title='Just wanted to check out that you'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1060048224647015726</id><published>2008-12-15T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:38:14.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>God and the Computer</title><content type='html'>God and the Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning there was the computer.  And God typed:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Let there be light!&lt;br /&gt;        #Please login.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;login God&lt;br /&gt;        #Password?.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Omniscient&lt;br /&gt;        #Password incorrect. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Omnipotent&lt;br /&gt;        #Password incorrect. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Technocrat&lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged on at 12:01:00 AM, Sunday, March 1.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Let there be light!&lt;br /&gt;        #Unrecognizable command. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create light&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run heaven_and_earth&lt;br /&gt;        #And God created Day and Night. And God saw there were 0 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged off at 12:02:00 AM, Sunday, March 1.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged on at 12:01:00 AM, Monday, March 2.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Let there be firmament in the midst of waters dividing the waters&lt;br /&gt;             which are under and above the firmament&lt;br /&gt;        #Unrecognizable command. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create firmament&lt;br /&gt;        #Done.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run firmament&lt;br /&gt;        #And God created the heaven. And God saw there were 0 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged off at 12:02:00 AM, Monday, March 2.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged on at 12:01:00 AM, Tuesday, March 3.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Let the waters under heaven be gathered together unto one place&lt;br /&gt;             and let the dry land appear and&lt;br /&gt;        #Too many characters in specification string. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create dry_land&lt;br /&gt;        #Done.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run dry_land&lt;br /&gt;        #And God created the Earth &amp; Seas. God saw there were 0 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged off at 12:02:00 AM, Tuesday, March 3.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged on at 12:01:00 AM, Wednesday, March 4.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create lights in the firmament to divide the day from the night&lt;br /&gt;        #Unspecified type. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create sun_moon_stars&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run sun_moon_stars&lt;br /&gt;        #And God created the sun moon and stars. And God saw there were 0&lt;br /&gt;             errors.&lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged off at 12:02:00 AM, Wednesday, March 4.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged on at 12:01:00 AM, Thursday, March 5.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create fish&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create fowl&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run fish, fowl&lt;br /&gt;        #And God created the great sea monsters and every living creature&lt;br /&gt;             that creepeth wherewith the waters swarmed after its kind and&lt;br /&gt;             every winged fowl after its kind.&lt;br /&gt;        #And God saw there were 0 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged off at 12:02:00 AM, Thursday, March 5.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged on at 12:01:00 AM, Friday, March 6.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create cattle&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create creepy_things&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Now let us make man in our image&lt;br /&gt;        #Unspecified type. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create man&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth and subdue it&lt;br /&gt;             and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the fowl&lt;br /&gt;             of the air and over every living thing that creepeth upon the&lt;br /&gt;             earth&lt;br /&gt;        #Too many command operands. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run multiplication&lt;br /&gt;        #Execution terminated. 6 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Insert breath&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run multiplication&lt;br /&gt;        #Execution terminated. 5 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Move man to Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;        #File Garden of Eden does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create Garden.edn&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Move man to Garden.edn&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run multiplication&lt;br /&gt;        #Execution terminated. 4 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Copy woman from man&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run multiplication&lt;br /&gt;        #Execution terminated. 2 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create desire&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run multiplication&lt;br /&gt;        #And God saw man and woman being fruitful and multiplying in  &lt;br /&gt;             Garden.edn&lt;br /&gt;        #Warning: No time limit on this run. 1 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create freewill&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Run freewill&lt;br /&gt;        #And God saw man and woman being fruitful and multiplying in &lt;br /&gt;             Garden.edn&lt;br /&gt;        #Warning: No time limit on this run of multiplication. 1 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Undo desire&lt;br /&gt;        #Desire cannot be undone once freewill is created.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Destroy freewill&lt;br /&gt;        #Freewill is an inaccessible file and cannot be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;        #Enter replacement, cancel, or ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;        #Desire cannot be undone once freewill is created.&lt;br /&gt;        #Freewill is an inaccessible file and cannot be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;        #Enter replacement, cancel, or ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create tree_of_knowledge&lt;br /&gt;        #And God saw man and woman being fruitful and multiplying in &lt;br /&gt;             Garden.edn&lt;br /&gt;        #Warning: No time limit on this run of multiplication. 1 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create good, evil&lt;br /&gt;        #Done&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Activate evil&lt;br /&gt;        #And God saw he had created shame.&lt;br /&gt;        #Warning system error in sector E95. Man and woman not in&lt;br /&gt;            Garden.edn.  1 errors.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Scan Garden.edn for man, woman&lt;br /&gt;        #Search failed.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Delete shame&lt;br /&gt;        #Shame cannot be deleted once evil has been activated.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Destroy freewill&lt;br /&gt;        #Freewill is an inaccessible file and cannot be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;        #Enter replacement, cancel, or ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;        #Unrecognizable command. Try again&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Break&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Break&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Break&lt;br /&gt;        #ATTENTION ALL USERS *** ATTENTION ALL USERS: COMPUTER GOING DOWN &lt;br /&gt;             FOR REGULAR DAY OF MAINTENANCE AND REST IN FIVE MINUTES. &lt;br /&gt;             PLEASE LOG OFF.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Create new world&lt;br /&gt;        #You have exceeded your allocated file space. You must destroy old&lt;br /&gt;             files before new ones can be created.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Destroy earth&lt;br /&gt;        #Destroy earth: Are you sure you want to destroy earth? (Y or N)&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;        #COMPUTER DOWN *** COMPUTER DOWN. SERVICES WILL RESUME SUNDAY,&lt;br /&gt;        #MARCH 8 AT 6:00 AM. YOU MUST SIGN OFF NOW.&lt;br /&gt;        #And God logged off at 11:59:59 PM, Friday, March 6.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        #MARCH 8 AT 6:01 AM&lt;br /&gt;        #Please login.&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;login God&lt;br /&gt;        #ATTENTION ALL USERS *** ATTENTION ALL USERS: COMPUTER MALFUNCTION&lt;br /&gt;        #USER FILE CORRUPTED * PLEASE SIGN IN AS NEW AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;        #SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;NEW&lt;br /&gt;        #PLEASE ENTER A USER NAME TO BE USED ON THIS SYSTEM&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;        #NAME ALREADY TAKEN * PLEASE CHOOSE ANOTHER NAME&lt;br /&gt;        %&gt;who is God&lt;br /&gt;        #God = B.GATES * NO FURTHER INFORMATION AVAILABLE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        #And NEW logged off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1060048224647015726?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1060048224647015726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1060048224647015726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1060048224647015726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1060048224647015726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-and-computer.html' title='God and the Computer'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7424958826386894418</id><published>2008-12-14T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:49:07.801-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>An old man and old woman got married</title><content type='html'>An old man and old woman got married and went on their honeymoon. They&lt;br /&gt;   were in bed&lt;br /&gt;   getting ready to have sex for the first time and the old woman said I&lt;br /&gt;   should tell you I have&lt;br /&gt;   acute angina The old man says I hope so, you sure don't have cute&lt;br /&gt;   tits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7424958826386894418?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7424958826386894418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7424958826386894418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7424958826386894418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7424958826386894418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-man-and-old-woman-got-married.html' title='An old man and old woman got married'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2217315740524468296</id><published>2008-12-14T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:11:05.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Process-Oriented God</title><content type='html'>Process-Oriented God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           If God was process oriented, the Book of Genesis might read something like&lt;br /&gt;                                              this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.  The earth was&lt;br /&gt;             without form and void, so God created a small committee.  He carefully&lt;br /&gt;           balanced the committee vis-a-vis race, gender, ethnic origin, and economic&lt;br /&gt;               status in order to interface pluralism with the holistic concept of&lt;br /&gt;                    self-determination according to adjudicatory guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;                          Even God was impressed, and so ended the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           And God said, "Let the committee draw up a mission statement."  And behold,&lt;br /&gt;             the committee decided to prioritize and strategize and God called that&lt;br /&gt;                  process empowerment.  And God thought it sounded pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;                              And evening and morning were the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           And God said, "Let the committee determine goals and objectives and engage&lt;br /&gt;               in long-term planning."  Unfortunately, a debate about the semantic&lt;br /&gt;           differences between goals and objectives pre-empted almost all of the third&lt;br /&gt;           day.  Although the question was never satisfactorily resolved, God thought&lt;br /&gt;                                  the process was constructive.&lt;br /&gt;                              And evening and morning were the third day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            And God said, "Let there be a retreat in which the committee can envision&lt;br /&gt;               functional organization and engage in planning by objectives."  The&lt;br /&gt;          committee considered adjustment of priorities and consequential alternatives&lt;br /&gt;          to program directions, and God saw that this was good.  And God thought that&lt;br /&gt;              it was even worth all of the coffee and donuts that he had to supply.&lt;br /&gt;                                      And so ended the fourth day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          And God said, "Let the committee be implemented with long-range planning and&lt;br /&gt;           strategy."  The committee considered guidelines and linkages and structural&lt;br /&gt;            sensitivities, and alternatives and implemental models.  And God saw that&lt;br /&gt;                                    this was very democratic.&lt;br /&gt;                  And so would have ended the fifth day, except for the unintentional&lt;br /&gt;            renewal of the debate about the differences between goals and objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On the sixth day the committee agreed on criteria for adjudicatory assessment&lt;br /&gt;          and evaluation.  This wasn't the agenda that God had planned.  He wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;           to attend, however, because he had to take the afternoon off to create day&lt;br /&gt;           and night and heaven and earth and seas and plants and stars and trees and&lt;br /&gt;           seasons and years and sun and moon and birds and fish and animals and human&lt;br /&gt;                                             beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  On the seventh day God rested and the committee submitted its&lt;br /&gt;           recommendations.  It turned out that the recommended forms for things were&lt;br /&gt;             nearly identical to the way that God had created them; so the committee&lt;br /&gt;           passed a resolution commending God for his implementation according to the&lt;br /&gt;           guidelines.  There was, however, some opinion expressed that people should&lt;br /&gt;                           have been created in the committee's image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  And God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the committee . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2217315740524468296?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2217315740524468296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2217315740524468296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2217315740524468296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2217315740524468296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/process-oriented-god.html' title='Process-Oriented God'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5188283667038082134</id><published>2008-12-14T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:43:11.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Befuddled PC Users Flood Help Lines</title><content type='html'>Befuddled PC Users Flood Help Lines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       and no Question Seems to be Too Basic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From the Wall Street Journal, Tuesday, March 1, 1994.&lt;br /&gt; Reprinted without permission&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AUSTIN, Texas -  The exasperated help-line caller said she couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;her new Dell computer to turn on.  Jay Ablinger, a Dell Computer Corp.&lt;br /&gt;technician, made sure the computer was plugged in and then asked the&lt;br /&gt;woman what happened when she pushed the power button.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I've pushed and pushed on this foot pedal and nothing happens," the&lt;br /&gt;woman replied.  "Foot pedal?" the technician asked.  "Yes," the woman&lt;br /&gt;said, "this little white foot pedal with the on switch."  The "foot&lt;br /&gt;pedal," it turned out, was the computer's mouse, a hand-operated device&lt;br /&gt;that helps to control the computer's operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[boring stuff deleted] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two years ago, most calls to PC help lines came from techies&lt;br /&gt;needing help on complex problems.  But now, with computer sales to homes&lt;br /&gt;exploding as new "multimedia" functions gain mass appeal, PC makers say&lt;br /&gt;that as many as 70% of their calls come from rank novices.  Partly&lt;br /&gt;because of the volume of calls, some computer companies have started&lt;br /&gt;charging help-line users.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[boring stuff deleted] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wolf: "A frustrated customer called, who said her brand new Contura&lt;br /&gt;would not work.  She said she had unpacked the unit, plugged it in,&lt;br /&gt;opened it up and sat there for 20 minutes waiting for something to&lt;br /&gt;happen.  When asked what happened when she pressed the power switch, she&lt;br /&gt;asked, 'What power switch?'"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seemingly simple computer features baffle some users.  So many people have&lt;br /&gt;called to ask where the "any" key is when "Press Any Key" flashes on the&lt;br /&gt;screen that Compaq is considering changing the command to "Press Return Key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can't figure out the mouse.  Tamra Eagle, an AST technical&lt;br /&gt;support supervisor, says one customer complained that her mouse was hard&lt;br /&gt;to control with the "dust cover" on.  The cover turned out to be the&lt;br /&gt;plastic bag the mouse was packaged in.  Dell technician Wayne Zieschang&lt;br /&gt;says one of his customers held the mouse and pointed it at the screen,&lt;br /&gt;all the while clicking madly.  The customer got no response because the&lt;br /&gt;mouse works only if it's moved over a flat surface.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Disk drives are another bugaboo.  Compaq technician Brent Sullivan says&lt;br /&gt;a customer was having trouble reading word-processing files from his&lt;br /&gt;old diskettes.  After troubleshooting for magnets and heat failed to&lt;br /&gt;diagnose the problem, Mr. Sullivan asked what else was being done with&lt;br /&gt;the diskette.  The customer's response: "I put a label on the diskette,&lt;br /&gt;roll it into the typewriter..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At AST, another customer dutifully complied with a technician's request that&lt;br /&gt;she send in a copy of a defective floppy disk.  A letter from the customer&lt;br /&gt;arrived a few days later, along with a Xerox copy of the floppy. And at&lt;br /&gt;Dell, a technician advised his customer to put his troubled floppy back in&lt;br /&gt;the drive and "close the door." Asking the technician to "hold on," the&lt;br /&gt;customer put the phone down and was heard walking over to shut the&lt;br /&gt;door to his room.  The technician meant the door to his floppy drive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The software inside the computer can be equally befuddling.  A Dell&lt;br /&gt;customer called to say he couldn't get his computer to fax anything.&lt;br /&gt;After 40 minutes of troubleshooting, the technician discovered the man&lt;br /&gt;was trying to fax a piece of paper by holding it in front of the monitor&lt;br /&gt;screen and hitting the "send" key.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another Dell customer needed help setting up a new program, so Dell&lt;br /&gt;echnician Gary Rock referred him to the local Egghead.  "Yeah, I got me&lt;br /&gt;couple of friends," the customer replied.  When told Egghead was a&lt;br /&gt;software store, the man said, "Oh! I thought you meant for me to find a&lt;br /&gt;couple of geeks."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not realizing how fragile computers can be, some people end up damaging&lt;br /&gt;parts beyond repair.  A Dell customer called to complain that his&lt;br /&gt;keyboard no longer worked.  He had cleaned it, he said, filling up his  &lt;br /&gt;     tub with soap and water and soaking his keyboard for a day, and&lt;br /&gt;then removing all the keys and washing them individually.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Computers make some people paranoid.  A Dell technician, Morgan Vergara, says&lt;br /&gt;he once calmed a man who became enraged because "his computer had told him he&lt;br /&gt;was bad and an invalid."  Mr. Vergara patiently explained that the computer's&lt;br /&gt;"bad command" and "invalid" responses shouldn't be taken personally.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These days PC-help technicians increasingly find themselves taking on&lt;br /&gt;the role of amateur psychologists.  Mr. Shuler, the Dell technician, who&lt;br /&gt;once worked as a psychiatric nurse, says he defused a potential domestic&lt;br /&gt;fight by soothingly talking a man through a computer problem after the&lt;br /&gt;man had screamed threats at his wife and children in the background.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are also the lonely hearts who seek out human contact, even if it&lt;br /&gt;happens to be a computer techie.  One man from New Hampshire calls Dell&lt;br /&gt;every time he experiences a life crisis.  He gets a technician to walk&lt;br /&gt;him through some contrived problem with his computer, apparently feeling&lt;br /&gt;uplifted by the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5188283667038082134?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5188283667038082134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5188283667038082134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5188283667038082134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5188283667038082134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/befuddled-pc-users-flood-help-lines.html' title='Befuddled PC Users Flood Help Lines'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7454070798761031076</id><published>2008-12-14T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:44:42.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>An elderly couple walk into a doctor's office</title><content type='html'>An elderly couple walk into a doctor's office. The man tells the&lt;br /&gt;   doctor, "Doctor, we want&lt;br /&gt;   to have a baby." The doctor replies,"At your age I don't think it's&lt;br /&gt;   possible, but I'll give&lt;br /&gt;   you a jar, come back in a few days with a sperm sample." So the couple&lt;br /&gt;   comes back a few&lt;br /&gt;   days later.They give the doctor an empty jar. The doctor says,"I was&lt;br /&gt;   afraid of this." The&lt;br /&gt;   old man says,"No, it's not what you think. I tried it with my left&lt;br /&gt;   hand. I tried it with my&lt;br /&gt;   right hand. She tried it with her left hand. She tried it with her&lt;br /&gt;   right hand. She tried it with&lt;br /&gt;   her teeth in. She tried it with her teeth out. But we couldn't get the&lt;br /&gt;   lid off the jar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7454070798761031076?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7454070798761031076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7454070798761031076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7454070798761031076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7454070798761031076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/elderly-couple-walk-into-doctor-office.html' title='An elderly couple walk into a doctor&amp;#39;s office'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6186662263589576138</id><published>2008-12-14T08:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:43:45.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Mac vs. Etch-a-Sketch</title><content type='html'>Mac vs. Etch-a-Sketch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         You Decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                __________&lt;br /&gt;                                               |  ______  |&lt;br /&gt; ________                                      | |      | |&lt;br /&gt;| ______ |        'But that isn't a fair       | |      | |&lt;br /&gt;||      ||         comparison.  People         | |______| |&lt;br /&gt;||______||        like the Etch-A-Sketch.'     |          |&lt;br /&gt;| o    o |                                     | _ _ _ _ _|&lt;br /&gt;|________|                                    (|__________|\&lt;br /&gt;                                              |     ________)_&lt;br /&gt;Roger Earl                                   [^]   |          |&lt;br /&gt;roger_earl@outbound.wimsey.bc.ca             [_]   |__________|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After admiring the above signature I thought I'd post a comparison,&lt;br /&gt;similar to the other great computer wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Etch-A-Sketch           Mac Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. of Colours                        2                     2&lt;br /&gt;Resolution                        ~2000*~2000           512 * 342&lt;br /&gt;No. of buttons                        2                     1&lt;br /&gt;Preemptive Multitasking              Yes                    No&lt;br /&gt;Hardware line draw                   Yes                    No&lt;br /&gt;Price                                &lt; $20                ~ $1000&lt;br /&gt;Power Consumption                     No                   Yes&lt;br /&gt;Laptop                               Yes                    No&lt;br /&gt;Slow Operating System                 No                   Yes&lt;br /&gt;Non Volatile Memory                  Yes                    No&lt;br /&gt;Choice of Coloured box               Yes                    No&lt;br /&gt;Robust design (shakeable)            Yes                    No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After considering the above options, I decided to buy the Etch-A-Sketch.&lt;br /&gt;For all you die-hard Amiga fanatics out there rumour has it that the&lt;br /&gt;Etch-A-Sketch-Emulator is coming out for the Amiga, and will in fact&lt;br /&gt;be faster than the true E-A-S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6186662263589576138?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6186662263589576138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6186662263589576138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6186662263589576138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6186662263589576138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/mac-vs-etch-sketch.html' title='Mac vs. Etch-a-Sketch'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-410232402504102227</id><published>2008-12-14T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:43:18.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>A couple of geezers were sitting on a bench</title><content type='html'>A couple of geezers were sitting on a bench outside the nursing home, having&lt;br /&gt;a little chat.  "How are you, Tom?" asked Marvin.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not feeling well today - utterly exhausted," Tom replied. "I pulled a&lt;br /&gt;muscle and it's killing me."&lt;br /&gt;"That pulled muscle shouldn't make you so tired, though."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it does if you pull it a couple of hundred times...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-410232402504102227?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/410232402504102227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=410232402504102227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/410232402504102227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/410232402504102227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/couple-of-geezers-were-sitting-on-bench.html' title='A couple of geezers were sitting on a bench'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1429568298137829539</id><published>2008-12-14T07:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:42:30.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>An old man goes to the doctor and says</title><content type='html'>An old man goes to the doctor and says "Dr., I don't know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;with me.  My dick is orange."&lt;br /&gt;The  Dr. tells him to pull down his pants and let him take a look.  He&lt;br /&gt;has no idea what is wrong so he asks the guy if he has recently painted&lt;br /&gt;anything orange.&lt;br /&gt;The old man said "No."&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. thinks for a minute and then asks the guy if he has recently&lt;br /&gt;been exposed to any chemicals at work.&lt;br /&gt;The old man said "No, I'm retired."&lt;br /&gt;The Dr. then asks the guy if he could have been working with any&lt;br /&gt;chemicals in his garage.&lt;br /&gt;The old man replied "No Dr., I told you, I'm retired.  All I do is sit&lt;br /&gt;around all day, watch pornos and eat Cheetos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1429568298137829539?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1429568298137829539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1429568298137829539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1429568298137829539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1429568298137829539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-man-goes-to-doctor-and-says.html' title='An old man goes to the doctor and says'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-758723387914803249</id><published>2008-12-14T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:42:06.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>One night, an 87-year-old woman</title><content type='html'>One night, an 87-year-old woman came home from Bingo to &lt;br /&gt;find her husband in bed with another woman. Angry, she &lt;br /&gt;became violent and ended up pushing him off the balcony of &lt;br /&gt;their apartment, killing him instantly. When brought before the &lt;br /&gt;court on charges of murder, she was asked if she had anything &lt;br /&gt;to say to defend herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Your Honor," she replied coolly. "I figured that at 92, if &lt;br /&gt;he could make love to another woman, he could fly!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-758723387914803249?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/758723387914803249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=758723387914803249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/758723387914803249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/758723387914803249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-night-87-year-old-woman.html' title='One night, an 87-year-old woman'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-499200874378354984</id><published>2008-12-14T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:37:28.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>The Story of Micro and Mini</title><content type='html'>The Story of Micro and Mini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micro was a real-time operator and dedicated multi-user. His broad-band&lt;br /&gt;protocol made it easy for him to interface with numerous input/output devices,&lt;br /&gt;even if it meant time-sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening he arrived home, just as the Sun was crashing and had parked his&lt;br /&gt;Motorola 6800 in the main drive (he missed the 5100 bus that morning ), when&lt;br /&gt;he noticed an elegant piece of hardware escorting her daisy wheels in his&lt;br /&gt;garden. He thought to himself, "She looks user-friendly," "I'll see if she'd&lt;br /&gt;like an update tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini was her name, and she was delightfull, engineered with eyes like COBOL and&lt;br /&gt;a Prime mainframe architecture that set Micro's peripherals networking all over&lt;br /&gt;the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He browsed over to her casually, admiring the power of her twin 32 bit floating&lt;br /&gt;point processors and inquired "How are you Honey Well?." "Yes I am well," she&lt;br /&gt;responded, batting her optical fibres engagingly and smoothing her console over&lt;br /&gt;her curvilinear functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micro settled for a straight line approximation. "I'm stand-alone tonight," he&lt;br /&gt;said, "How about computing a vector to my base address?" "I will cut out a byte&lt;br /&gt;to eat, and maybe we could get an offset later on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini ran a priority process for 2.6 milliseconds then transmitted OK. "I've&lt;br /&gt;been dumped myself recently, and a new page is just what I need to refresh my&lt;br /&gt;disks. I'll park my machine cycle in your background and meet you inside. She&lt;br /&gt;walked off, leaving Micro admiring her solenoids and thinking, "Wow, what a&lt;br /&gt;global variable, I wonder if she'd like my firmware?."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat down at the process table to a top of form feed of fiche and chips and&lt;br /&gt;a bucket of bawdots. Mini was in conversational mode and expanded on ambiguous&lt;br /&gt;arguments while Micro gave occasional acknowlegments, although, in reality, he&lt;br /&gt;was  analyzing the shortest and least critical path to her entry point. He&lt;br /&gt;finally settled on the old "would you like to see my benchmark subroutine?" but&lt;br /&gt;Mini was again one step ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she was up and stripping off her parity bits to reveal the full&lt;br /&gt;functionality of her operating software. "Let's get Basic, you RAM," she said.&lt;br /&gt;Micro was loaded by this stage, but his hardware polling module had a processor&lt;br /&gt;of it's own and was in danger of overflowing its output buffer (a hang-up that&lt;br /&gt;Micro had consulted his analyst about). "Core," was all he could say, as she&lt;br /&gt;prepared to log him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micro soon recovered, however, when he went down on the DEC and opened her&lt;br /&gt;device files to reveal her data set ready. He accessed his fully packed root&lt;br /&gt;device and was about to start pushing her CPU stack, when she attempted an&lt;br /&gt;escape sequence ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, No" she cried, "You are not shielded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reset, Baby," he replied, "I've been debugged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I haven't got my current loop enabled, and I can't support child&lt;br /&gt;processes," she protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't run away," he said, "I will generate an interrupt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No that's too error prone, and I can't abort because of my design philosophy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micro was locked in by this stage though, and could not be turned off. But Mini&lt;br /&gt;soon stopped his thrashing by introducing a voltage spike into his main supply,&lt;br /&gt;whereupon he fell over with a head crash and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Computers," She thought as she compiled herself, "All they ever think of is&lt;br /&gt;HEX."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-499200874378354984?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/499200874378354984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=499200874378354984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/499200874378354984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/499200874378354984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-of-micro-and-mini.html' title='The Story of Micro and Mini'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5361583809769731623</id><published>2008-12-14T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:34:55.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>"Look at me." an elderly Yuppie boasted</title><content type='html'>"Look at me." an elderly Yuppie boasted to his guests at his &lt;br /&gt;birthday bash. "I've aged like a fine old carefully stored wine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I certainly have to agree with that." piped-up his obviously long &lt;br /&gt;suffering wife. "Henry's cork's been stationary for years."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5361583809769731623?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5361583809769731623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5361583809769731623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5361583809769731623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5361583809769731623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-me-elderly-yuppie-boasted.html' title='&amp;quot;Look at me.&amp;quot; an elderly Yuppie boasted'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-242011778986301729</id><published>2008-12-14T06:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:32:29.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>An elderly couple in a senior's home</title><content type='html'>An elderly couple in a senior's home used to visit the recreation room&lt;br /&gt;   everyday. While&lt;br /&gt;   there, the old lady would sit quite contently holding the old guys's&lt;br /&gt;   penis. One day she goes&lt;br /&gt;   down to the rec. room and is mortified to find her man with another&lt;br /&gt;   women holding his&lt;br /&gt;   penis. "What's she got that I don't have" she says. He looks up with a&lt;br /&gt;   large smile on his&lt;br /&gt;   face and replies "Parkinson's"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-242011778986301729?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/242011778986301729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=242011778986301729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/242011778986301729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/242011778986301729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/elderly-couple-in-senior-home.html' title='An elderly couple in a senior&amp;#39;s home'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-451071828310172311</id><published>2008-12-14T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:18:31.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Less-Known Computer Languages</title><content type='html'>Less-Known Computer Languages&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Basic-Fortran-Cobol... These&lt;br /&gt;programming languages are well&lt;br /&gt;known and (more or less) well&lt;br /&gt;loved throughout the computer&lt;br /&gt;industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous other&lt;br /&gt;languages however that are less&lt;br /&gt;well known yet still have ardent&lt;br /&gt;devotees. In fact these little&lt;br /&gt;-known languages generally&lt;br /&gt;have the most fanatic admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wish to know more&lt;br /&gt;about these obscure languages -&lt;br /&gt;and why they are obscure - I&lt;br /&gt;present the following catalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE ... SIMPLE is an acronym&lt;br /&gt;for Sheer Idiot's Mono  Purpose&lt;br /&gt;Programming Lingusitic&lt;br /&gt;Environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This language developed at the&lt;br /&gt;Hanover College for Technological&lt;br /&gt;Misfits was designed to make it&lt;br /&gt;impossible to write code with&lt;br /&gt;errors in it. The statements are&lt;br /&gt;therefore confined to BEGIN-END-&lt;br /&gt;and STOP. No matter how you&lt;br /&gt;arrange the statements you can't&lt;br /&gt;make a syntax error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programs written in SIMPLE do&lt;br /&gt;nothing useful.Thus they achieve&lt;br /&gt;the results of programs written&lt;br /&gt;in other languages without the&lt;br /&gt;tedious frustrating process of&lt;br /&gt;testing and debugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOBOL ... SLOBOL is best known&lt;br /&gt;for the speed or lack of it  of&lt;br /&gt;its compiler. Although many&lt;br /&gt;compilers allow you to take a&lt;br /&gt;coffee break while they compile&lt;br /&gt;SLOBOL compilers allow you to take&lt;br /&gt;a trip to Bolivia to pick up the&lt;br /&gt;coffee. Forty-three programmers&lt;br /&gt;are known to have died of boredom&lt;br /&gt;sitting at their terminals while&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a SLOBOL program to&lt;br /&gt;compile.&lt;br /&gt;Weary SLOBOL programmers often turn&lt;br /&gt;to a related (but infinitely&lt;br /&gt; faster) language...COCAINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALGOL ... (With special thanks to&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Betsy "Moon Unit" Pfau)&lt;br /&gt;- From its modest beginnings in&lt;br /&gt;southern California's San&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Valley VALGOL is enjoying&lt;br /&gt;a dramatic surge of popularity&lt;br /&gt;across the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALGOL commands include REALLY-&lt;br /&gt;LIKE - WELL and YAKNOW. Variables&lt;br /&gt;are assigned with the =LIKE and&lt;br /&gt;=TOTALLY operators.Other operators&lt;br /&gt;include the "CALIFORNIA BOOLEANS"&lt;br /&gt;FERSURE and NOWAY. Repetitions of&lt;br /&gt;code are handled in FOR-SURE loops.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sample VALGOL program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. 14 LIKE-YAKNOW (I MEAN) START&lt;br /&gt;. %% IF&lt;br /&gt;. PI A =LIKE BITCHEN AND&lt;br /&gt;. 01 B =LIKE TUBULAR AND&lt;br /&gt;. 9 C =LIKE GRODY**MAX&lt;br /&gt;. 4K (FERSURE)**2&lt;br /&gt;. 18 THEN&lt;br /&gt;. 4I FOR I=LIKE 1 TO OH MAYBE 100&lt;br /&gt;. 86 DO WAH + (DITTY**2)&lt;br /&gt;. 9 BARF(I) =TOTALLY GROSS(OUT)&lt;br /&gt;. -17 SURE&lt;br /&gt;. 1F LIKE BAG THIS PROGRAM&lt;br /&gt;. ? REALLY&lt;br /&gt;. $$ LIKE TOTALLY (Y*KNOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALGOL is characterized by its&lt;br /&gt;unfriendly error messages. For&lt;br /&gt;example when the user makes a&lt;br /&gt;syntax error the interpreter&lt;br /&gt;displays the message GAG ME WITH&lt;br /&gt;A SPOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAIDBACK ... Historically VALGOL is&lt;br /&gt;a derivative of  LAIDBACK  which&lt;br /&gt;was developed at the (now defunct)&lt;br /&gt;Marin County Center for T'ai Chi&lt;br /&gt;Mellowness and Computer&lt;br /&gt;Programming as an analternative to the&lt;br /&gt;more intense atmosphere in nearby&lt;br /&gt;silicon valley. The center was&lt;br /&gt;ideal for programmers who liked to&lt;br /&gt;soak in  hot tubs while they&lt;br /&gt;worked. Unfortunately few&lt;br /&gt;programmers could survive there&lt;br /&gt;for long since the center outlawed&lt;br /&gt;pizza and RC  Cola in favor of bean&lt;br /&gt;curd and Perrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many mourn the demise of LAIDBACK&lt;br /&gt;because its reputation as a&lt;br /&gt;gentle and nonthreatening language.&lt;br /&gt;For example LAIDBACK responded to&lt;br /&gt;syntax errors with the message&lt;br /&gt;SORRY MAN I CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARTRE ... Named after the late&lt;br /&gt;existential philosopher.SARTRE is&lt;br /&gt;an extremely unstructured&lt;br /&gt;language. Statements in SARTRE have&lt;br /&gt;no purpose they are just there.&lt;br /&gt;Thus  SARTRE programs are left to&lt;br /&gt;define their own functions.&lt;br /&gt;SARTRE programmers tend to be&lt;br /&gt;boring and depressed and are no&lt;br /&gt;fun at  parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH ... FIFTH is a precision&lt;br /&gt;mathematical language in  which&lt;br /&gt;the data types refer to quantity.&lt;br /&gt;The data types range from  CC-OUNCE&lt;br /&gt;-SHOT and JIGGER to FIFTH&lt;br /&gt;(hence the name of the language)&lt;br /&gt;LITER-MAGNUM and BLOTTO.&lt;br /&gt;Commands refer to ingredients&lt;br /&gt;such as CHABLIS-CHARDONNAY-&lt;br /&gt;CABERNET-GIN-VERMOUTH-VODKA-SCOTCH&lt;br /&gt;and WHATEVERSAROUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many versions of the FIFTH&lt;br /&gt;language reflect the sophistication&lt;br /&gt;and financial status of its users.&lt;br /&gt;Commands in the ELITE dialect&lt;br /&gt;include VSOP and LAFITE while&lt;br /&gt;commands in the GUTTER dialect&lt;br /&gt;include HOOTCH and RIPPLE.&lt;br /&gt;The latter is a  favorite of&lt;br /&gt;frustrated FORTH programmers who&lt;br /&gt;end up using the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-...This language was named&lt;br /&gt;for the grade received by its&lt;br /&gt;creater when he submitted it&lt;br /&gt;as a class project in a&lt;br /&gt;graduate programming class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- is best described as a&lt;br /&gt;'Low Level' programming&lt;br /&gt;language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the language&lt;br /&gt;generally requires more C-&lt;br /&gt;statements than machine-code&lt;br /&gt;statements to execute a given&lt;br /&gt;task. In this respect it&lt;br /&gt;is very similar to COBOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITHP ... This otherwise&lt;br /&gt;unremarkable language is&lt;br /&gt;distinguished by the absence&lt;br /&gt;of an "s" in its character set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programmers and users must&lt;br /&gt;substitute"TH". LITHP is said to&lt;br /&gt;be useful in prothething lithtth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGO ... Developed at the&lt;br /&gt;Massachussettes Institute of&lt;br /&gt;Obedience Training. DOGO heralds&lt;br /&gt;a new era of computer literate&lt;br /&gt;pets. DOGO commands include SIT&lt;br /&gt;STAY-HEEL and ROLL OVER. An&lt;br /&gt;innovative feature of DOGO is&lt;br /&gt;'PUPPY GRAPHICS' in which a small&lt;br /&gt;cocker spaniel occasionally leaves&lt;br /&gt;a deposit as he travels across&lt;br /&gt;the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-451071828310172311?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/451071828310172311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=451071828310172311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/451071828310172311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/451071828310172311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/less-known-computer-languages.html' title='Less-Known Computer Languages'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4300027726448519756</id><published>2008-12-14T06:01:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:01:40.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Definition of Programmer</title><content type='html'>Definition of Programmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who passes as an exacting expert on the basis of being able to turn out, after &lt;br /&gt;innumberable poundings, an infinite series of incomprehensive answers calculated with &lt;br /&gt;micrometric precisions from vague assumptions based on debatable figures from inconclusive &lt;br /&gt;documents and carried out on instruments of problematical accuracy by persons of dubious &lt;br /&gt;reliability and questionable mentality for the avowed purpose of annoying and confounding &lt;br /&gt;a hopelessly defenseless department that was unfortunate enough to ask for the information &lt;br /&gt;in the first place. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4300027726448519756?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4300027726448519756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4300027726448519756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4300027726448519756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4300027726448519756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/definition-of-programmer.html' title='Definition of Programmer'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-962687909297608753</id><published>2008-12-14T06:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:01:03.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>God's Human DNA Code</title><content type='html'>God's Human DNA Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years molecular biologists have been mystified by the fact that very&lt;br /&gt;little of an organism's DNA seems to serve any useful function.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have solved the mystery.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The reason why only 30% of human DNA performs any useful function is that the&lt;br /&gt;rest of it is comments.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once we decode a typical human genome, we see that the contents begin as&lt;br /&gt;follows:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;/* HUMAN_DNA.H&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Human Genome&lt;br /&gt; * Version 2.1&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * (C) God&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Revision history:&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * 0000-00-01 00:00  1.0  Adam.&lt;br /&gt; * 0000-00-02 10:00  1.1  Eve.&lt;br /&gt; * 0000-00-03 02:11  1.2  Added penis code to male version. A bit messy --&lt;br /&gt; *                        will require a rewrite later on to make it neater.&lt;br /&gt; * 0017-03-12 03:14  1.3  Added extra sex drive to male.h; took code from&lt;br /&gt; *                        elephant-dna.c&lt;br /&gt; * 0145-10-03 16:33  1.4  Removed tail.&lt;br /&gt; * 1115-00-31 17:20  1.5  Shortened forearms, expanded brain case.&lt;br /&gt; * 2091-08-20 13:56  1.6  Opposable thumbs added to hand() routine.&lt;br /&gt; * 2501-04-09 14:04  1.7  Minor cosmetic improvements -- skin colour made&lt;br /&gt; *                        darker to match my own image.&lt;br /&gt; * 2909-07-12 02:21  1.8  Dentition inadequate; added extra 'wisdom' teeth.&lt;br /&gt; *                        Must remember to make mouth bigger to compensate.&lt;br /&gt; * 4501-12-31 14:18  1.9  Increase average height.&lt;br /&gt; * 5533-02-12 17:09  2.0  Added gay option, triggered by high population&lt;br /&gt; *                        density, to try and slow the overpopulation problem.&lt;br /&gt; * 6004-11-04 16:11  2.1  Made forefinger narrower to fit hole in centre of&lt;br /&gt; *                        CD.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Standard definitions&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#define SEX male&lt;br /&gt;#define HEIGHT 1.84&lt;br /&gt;#define MASS 68&lt;br /&gt;#define RACE caucasian&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Include inherited traits from parent DNA files.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Files must be pre-processed with MENDEL program to provide proper&lt;br /&gt; * inheritance features.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#include "mother.h"&lt;br /&gt;#include "father.h"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;#infndef FATHER&lt;br /&gt;#warn("Father unknown -- guessing\n")&lt;br /&gt;#include "bastard.h"&lt;br /&gt;#endif&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Set up sex-specific functions and variables&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Kludged code -- I'll re-design this lot and re-write it as a proper&lt;br /&gt; * library sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;struct genitals&lt;br /&gt;   {&lt;br /&gt;#ifdef MALE&lt;br /&gt;   Penis *jt;&lt;br /&gt;#endif&lt;br /&gt;   /* G_spot *g;   Removed for debugging purposes */&lt;br /&gt;#ifdef FEMALE&lt;br /&gt;   Vagina *p;&lt;br /&gt;#endif&lt;br /&gt;   }&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* Initialization bootstrap routine -- called before DNA duplication.&lt;br /&gt; * Allocates buffers and sets up protein file pointers&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;DNA *zygote_initialize(Sperm *, Ovum *);&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;/* MAIN INITIALIZATION CODE&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Returns structures containing pre-processed phenotypes for the organism&lt;br /&gt; * to display at birth.&lt;br /&gt; *&lt;br /&gt; * Will be improved later to make output less ugly.&lt;br /&gt; */&lt;br /&gt;Characteristic *lookup_phenotype(Identifier *i);&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;...and so on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[ Note that God uses three-space tabs ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-962687909297608753?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/962687909297608753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=962687909297608753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/962687909297608753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/962687909297608753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-human-dna-code.html' title='God&amp;#39;s Human DNA Code'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1890500645461768509</id><published>2008-12-14T06:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:00:47.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>An old man goes into the Social Security Office</title><content type='html'>An old man goes into the Social Security Office and fills out an application. Too old to have &lt;br /&gt;a birth certificate, he is asked to prove he is old enough. He opens his shirt and shows them &lt;br /&gt;the gray hair on his chest and they accept that as proof. He goes home to his wife, show's her &lt;br /&gt;the check, and explains to her what has happened. She replies, "Well get back down there, pull&lt;br /&gt;down your pants, and see if you can get disability!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1890500645461768509?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1890500645461768509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1890500645461768509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1890500645461768509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1890500645461768509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-man-goes-into-social-security.html' title='An old man goes into the Social Security Office'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7053622779120635950</id><published>2008-12-14T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:57:10.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>The Latest Breaking News on the GoodTimes Virus</title><content type='html'>The Latest Breaking News on the GoodTimes Virus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It turns out that this so-called hoax virus is very&lt;br /&gt;dangerous after all.  Goodtimes will re-write your hard&lt;br /&gt;drive.  Not only that, it will scramble any disks that are&lt;br /&gt;even close to your computer.  It will recalibrate your&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator's coolness setting so all your ice cream goes&lt;br /&gt;melty.  It will demagnetize the strips on all your credit&lt;br /&gt;cards, screw up the tracking on your television and use&lt;br /&gt;subspace field harmonics to scratch any CDs you try to&lt;br /&gt;play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It will give your ex-girlfriend your new phone number.  It&lt;br /&gt;will mix Kool-aid into your fishtank.  It will drink all&lt;br /&gt;your beer and leave dirty socks on the coffee table when&lt;br /&gt;company comes over.  It will put a dead kitten in the back&lt;br /&gt;pocket of your good suit pants and hide your car keys when&lt;br /&gt;you are late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Goodtimes will make you fall in love with a penguin.  It&lt;br /&gt;will give you nightmares about circus midgets.  It will pour&lt;br /&gt;sugar in your gas tank and shave off both your eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;while dating your girlfriend behind your back and billing&lt;br /&gt;the dinner and hotel room to your Discover card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It will seduce your grandmother.  It does not matter if&lt;br /&gt;she is dead, such is the power of Goodtimes, it reaches out&lt;br /&gt;beyond the grave to sully those things we hold most dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It moves your car randomly around parking lots so you&lt;br /&gt;can't find it.  It will kick your dog.  It will leave&lt;br /&gt;libidinous messages on your boss's voice mail in your voice!&lt;br /&gt;It is insidious and subtle.  It is dangerous and terrifying&lt;br /&gt;to behold.  It is also a rather interesting shade of mauve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Goodtimes will give you Dutch Elm disease.  It will leave&lt;br /&gt;the toilet seat up.  It will make a batch of Methamphetamine&lt;br /&gt;in your bathtub and then leave bacon cooking on the stove&lt;br /&gt;while it goes out to chase gradeschoolers with your new&lt;br /&gt;snowblower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7053622779120635950?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7053622779120635950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7053622779120635950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7053622779120635950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7053622779120635950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/latest-breaking-news-on-goodtimes-virus.html' title='The Latest Breaking News on the GoodTimes Virus'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6681252344310175831</id><published>2008-12-14T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:55:57.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>The First E-mail Of Paul To The Romans</title><content type='html'>The First E-mail Of Paul To The Romans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: paul0426@tarsus.com (Paul, A Servant Of Jesus Christ)&lt;br /&gt;To: allusers@rome.org&lt;br /&gt;CC: s_peter@jol.com (Judaea Online)&lt;br /&gt;Attachments: none&lt;br /&gt;Subject: general teaching&lt;br /&gt;Also posted to Usenet newsgroup alt.religion.heresy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Even using my off-line mail reader (Papyrus 6.2) the on-line and disk&lt;br /&gt;space charges on my local dial-up Internet provider are outlandish,&lt;br /&gt;so I'll have to keep this short.  :)&lt;br /&gt;IMHO, the wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the &lt;br /&gt;godlessness of men.  }:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U, therefore, have no excuse to pass judgment. God will judge all.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Jews have no right to boast simply because of our ancestry. &lt;br /&gt;Circumcision  :(  is meaningful only if it is inward -- otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;BFD.  Similarly, IBM owners have no right to boast simply because of&lt;br /&gt;the customer support they receive.  In Him we are neither IBM nor&lt;br /&gt;Gateway, Tandy nor Compaq.&lt;br /&gt;None of us is righteous. As King David wrote:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;KD&gt;     There is no one righteous, not even one;&lt;br /&gt;KD&gt;     There is no one who understands, no one who seeks&lt;br /&gt;KD&gt;     God, no one who has not illegally copied his &lt;br /&gt;KD&gt;     favorite game program for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Abraham believed God, and so God credited it to him as *virtual*&lt;br /&gt;righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;But does this mean we should sin all we want?  No way!&lt;br /&gt;We must live through the spirit. The law kills O-|-&lt; but the spirit&lt;br /&gt;gives life. Offer yourselves as living sacrifices to God. Submit to&lt;br /&gt;the authority of your sysop and your Usenet newsgroup moderator. Pay&lt;br /&gt;for shareware if you decide to keep using it. And don't flame&lt;br /&gt;somebody for making a spelling error or failing to read the FAQ list.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is unclean to God, but if something is going to cause your&lt;br /&gt;fellow Christian to sin, delete it from your hard drive.  Watch out&lt;br /&gt;for those R- and X-rated .GIF files. &lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to visit Rome later this year; save me a space on the&lt;br /&gt;couch. CUL8er.  :)&lt;br /&gt; XXX   Papyrus 6.2   XXX Unregistered Test Drive Version XXX     {RAH}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;John Carney is a staff writer for the _Shelbyville_ (Tenn., USA)&lt;br /&gt;_Times-Gazette_ and an occasional contributor to _The Door_, a&lt;br /&gt;magazine of religious satire and commentary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6681252344310175831?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6681252344310175831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6681252344310175831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6681252344310175831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6681252344310175831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-e-mail-of-paul-to-romans.html' title='The First E-mail Of Paul To The Romans'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8283451242771100207</id><published>2008-12-14T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:49:45.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldery jokes'/><title type='text'>An old man and his wife went to the doctor</title><content type='html'>An old man and his wife went to the doctor for a check-up.&lt;br /&gt;   While the man is with the doctor, the doctor askes him, "So how has&lt;br /&gt;   life been treating&lt;br /&gt;   you?" The old man replies,"The Lord's been good to me. Every night&lt;br /&gt;   when I go to the&lt;br /&gt;   bathroom, He turns the light on and when I'm finished, He turns the&lt;br /&gt;   light off."&lt;br /&gt;   While the old woman is with the doctor, the doctor told her what her&lt;br /&gt;   husband said. She&lt;br /&gt;   replied, "Damn it! The old fart's been pissing in the ice box again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8283451242771100207?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8283451242771100207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8283451242771100207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8283451242771100207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8283451242771100207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-man-and-his-wife-went-to-doctor.html' title='An old man and his wife went to the doctor'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3603163601849186631</id><published>2008-12-10T20:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:48:22.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>year old Timmy comes home from daycare</title><content type='html'>year old Timmy comes home from daycare and tells his mom that he thinks&lt;br /&gt;his babysitter is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever makes you think THAT?!!?" says mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy replies, "Because his dick tasted like shit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3603163601849186631?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3603163601849186631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3603163601849186631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3603163601849186631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3603163601849186631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-old-timmy-comes-home-from-daycare.html' title='year old Timmy comes home from daycare'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3050548382832189488</id><published>2008-12-10T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:36:02.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>An 8 year old boy walks home from school</title><content type='html'>An 8 year old boy walks home from school each day past an 8 year old&lt;br /&gt;   girls house. One&lt;br /&gt;   day as he is passing by, carrying a football, he can't resist taunting&lt;br /&gt;   the girl. He holds up&lt;br /&gt;   the football and says, "See this football? Football is a boys game,&lt;br /&gt;   and only boys can have a&lt;br /&gt;   football!". The little girl runs into the house and cries to her&lt;br /&gt;   mother, "I want a football!"&lt;br /&gt;   Being a woman of the 90's, her mother runs out and gets her one.&lt;br /&gt;   The next day the girl is waiting for the little boy and he rides up on&lt;br /&gt;   his bike. She holds up&lt;br /&gt;   the football, "Nah Nah Nah Nah". The little boy angryly points to his&lt;br /&gt;   bike and says, "Oh&lt;br /&gt;   yeah, well this is a boys bike and only boys get boys bikes and you&lt;br /&gt;   can't have one!" She&lt;br /&gt;   runs in to mom and the next day is waiting for him on her new boys&lt;br /&gt;   bike.&lt;br /&gt;   The little boy gets furious and pulls down his pants, and pointing to&lt;br /&gt;   his most private of&lt;br /&gt;   parts says, "Look, only boys have these and your mom can't buy you&lt;br /&gt;   one!!!". The next&lt;br /&gt;   day he walks by and asks her, "Well, I guess I showed you!" to which&lt;br /&gt;   she promptly pulls&lt;br /&gt;   up her dress, points to her parts and proclaims "My mother tells me&lt;br /&gt;   that as long as I have&lt;br /&gt;   one of these I can have as many of THOSE as I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3050548382832189488?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3050548382832189488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3050548382832189488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3050548382832189488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3050548382832189488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/8-year-old-boy-walks-home-from-school.html' title='An 8 year old boy walks home from school'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6061262452282666517</id><published>2008-12-10T20:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:35:47.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>There was a boy who worked in the produce</title><content type='html'>There was a boy who worked in the produce section of the market. One day, a man came in and&lt;br /&gt;asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy told him that they only sold whole heads of &lt;br /&gt;lettuce, but the man replied that he did not need a whole head, but only a half head. The boy &lt;br /&gt;said he would go ask his manager about the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy walked into the back room and said, "there is some asshole out there who wants to buy &lt;br /&gt;only a half a head of lettuce." As he was finishing saying this he turned around to find the &lt;br /&gt;man standing right behind him, so he added, "and this gentleman wants to buy the other half".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager okayed the deal and the man went on his way. Later the manager called on the boy &lt;br /&gt;and said, "you almost got yourself in a lot of trouble earlier, but I must say I was impressed&lt;br /&gt;with the way you got yourself out of it. You think on your feet and we like that around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you from son?" The boy replied, "Minnesota sir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really? Why did you leave Minnesota" asked the manager. The boy replied, "They're all just &lt;br /&gt;whores and hockey players up there." The manager was shocked and replied "My wife is from &lt;br /&gt;Minnesota!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy answered, "Really! What team did she play for?" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6061262452282666517?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6061262452282666517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6061262452282666517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6061262452282666517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6061262452282666517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-boy-who-worked-in-produce.html' title='There was a boy who worked in the produce'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3836174812032475707</id><published>2008-12-10T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:35:14.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>The Grade 1 concert is fast approaching</title><content type='html'>The Grade 1 concert is fast approaching and Johhny has still &lt;br /&gt;not decidied what he will do. Little Mary is going to do a piano &lt;br /&gt;solo, Timmy will recite a poem, but Johnny can't come up with &lt;br /&gt;anything. Finally, his frustrated teacher is releived when he tells &lt;br /&gt;her he has worked out his act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come the night of the concert, all the proud parents fill the hall &lt;br /&gt;and watch as Mary, in her perettiest dress, tinkles the ivories to &lt;br /&gt;rapturous applause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Timmy steps out in his best suit and recites his poems to &lt;br /&gt;the delight of the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, out comes Johhny, in check shirt, and denim overalls. &lt;br /&gt;He steps up to the microphone and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen. My uncle owns a farm and every &lt;br /&gt;holiday I visit him there. Tonight, I would like to share with you &lt;br /&gt;my impression of some of the many sounds I hear on my &lt;br /&gt;unlce's farm. Here is the first....'JOHHNY!  GET OFF THAT &lt;br /&gt;FUCKING TRACTOR!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3836174812032475707?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3836174812032475707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3836174812032475707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3836174812032475707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3836174812032475707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/grade-1-concert-is-fast-approaching.html' title='The Grade 1 concert is fast approaching'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6813607711307650571</id><published>2008-12-10T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:28:13.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>A six year old comes crying</title><content type='html'>A six year old comes crying to his Mother because his little &lt;br /&gt;sister pulled his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be angry," the Mother says, "Your little sister doesn't &lt;br /&gt;realize that pulling hair hurts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short while later, there's more crying, and the Mother goes to &lt;br /&gt;investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the sister is bawling and her brother says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now she knows."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6813607711307650571?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6813607711307650571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6813607711307650571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6813607711307650571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6813607711307650571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/six-year-old-comes-crying.html' title='A six year old comes crying'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-958751393595475088</id><published>2008-12-10T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:27:05.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>Two brothers, ages 6 and 8, decide they</title><content type='html'>Two brothers, ages 6 and 8, decide they are old enough to start cursing. So&lt;br /&gt;they plan to use dirty words the next morning at breakfast. The 8-year-old&lt;br /&gt;says he'll use the world HELL and tells the 6-year-old to use ASS.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next morning they head downstairs for breakfast. And when their&lt;br /&gt;mother asks them what they want, the 8-year-old says, "Ah, Hell, I'll have&lt;br /&gt;some Fruit Loops."&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, the mother wheels around and backhands him on his&lt;br /&gt;chair, sending him screaming back upstairs. She then turns to the 6-year-old&lt;br /&gt;and says, "What are you going to have?" He replies, "I don't know, but&lt;br /&gt;you can bet your ass it ain't gonna be Fruit Loops."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-958751393595475088?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/958751393595475088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=958751393595475088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/958751393595475088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/958751393595475088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-brothers-ages-6-and-8-decide-they.html' title='Two brothers, ages 6 and 8, decide they'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3562078484002222912</id><published>2008-12-10T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:24:44.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>What were Michael Jackson's baby's first words?</title><content type='html'>What were Michael Jackson's baby's first words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one's Mommy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3562078484002222912?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3562078484002222912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3562078484002222912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3562078484002222912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3562078484002222912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-were-michael-jackson-baby-first.html' title='What were Michael Jackson&amp;#39;s baby&amp;#39;s first words?'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6359401280198045198</id><published>2008-12-10T01:18:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:18:42.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>A wish for Christmas</title><content type='html'>   A wish for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It is around christmas time and santa is sitting in the middle of the&lt;br /&gt;   mall in his big holiday setup.He has a line of kids lined up to sit on&lt;br /&gt;   his lap and tell him what they want for christmas. As the line&lt;br /&gt;   dwindles down; a little 5 year old boy comes up and sits on santas&lt;br /&gt;   lap. Santa says to the little boy"I bet I know what you want for&lt;br /&gt;   christmas". "I bet&lt;br /&gt;   you want a puppy, P-U-P-P-Y"; touching the tip of the little boys nose&lt;br /&gt;   with his finger after every letter of the word. The little boy&lt;br /&gt;   responds"Nope".&lt;br /&gt;   So santa again says"Then I bet you want a bike,B-I-K-E"; as he again&lt;br /&gt;   touched the tip of the little boys nose with his finger. The little&lt;br /&gt;   boy again said"Nope".&lt;br /&gt;   Well santa's starting to get a little pissed off. So he thinks to&lt;br /&gt;   himself that he'll try one more time. So he says to the little boy"I&lt;br /&gt;   bet you want a fire engine,F-I-R-E-E-N-G-I-N-E"; once again touching&lt;br /&gt;   the tip of the little boys nose with his finger after every letter of&lt;br /&gt;   the word. Where to the little responds"Nope".&lt;br /&gt;   Well at this time santa's really pissed off. So he says to the little&lt;br /&gt;   boy "Then what the fuck do you want for christmas"?&lt;br /&gt;   The little boy then looked at santa and said"I want some pussy,&lt;br /&gt;   P-U-S-S-Y; and don't fucking tell me that you can't give me any&lt;br /&gt;   because I can smell it on your finger"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6359401280198045198?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6359401280198045198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6359401280198045198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6359401280198045198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6359401280198045198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-for-christmas.html' title='A wish for Christmas'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4562083746421098423</id><published>2008-12-10T01:18:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:18:34.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>A young teenager comes home from</title><content type='html'>A young teenager comes home from school and asks her &lt;br /&gt;mother, "Is it true what Rita just told me?  That babies &lt;br /&gt;come out of the same place where boys put their thingies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, dear," replies her mother, pleased that the subject had &lt;br /&gt;finally come up and she wouldn't have to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;"But then when I have a baby, won't it knock my teeth out?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4562083746421098423?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4562083746421098423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4562083746421098423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4562083746421098423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4562083746421098423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/young-teenager-comes-home-from.html' title='A young teenager comes home from'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7298699043349699676</id><published>2008-12-10T01:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:18:10.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>Mom took little johnny to the doctor</title><content type='html'>Mom took little johnny to the doctor for lacerations on his penis.&lt;br /&gt;Doc. said, how did such a thing happen?   Johnny said,  "It's &lt;br /&gt;that damn neighbor girl, Suzy.   Her braces are too darned &lt;br /&gt;sharp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7298699043349699676?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7298699043349699676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7298699043349699676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7298699043349699676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7298699043349699676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/mom-took-little-johnny-to-doctor.html' title='Mom took little johnny to the doctor'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5989845551283711533</id><published>2008-12-09T22:53:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:53:59.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>It was the first day of school</title><content type='html'>It was the first day of school, and the elementary school teacher was&lt;br /&gt;   establishing the fact&lt;br /&gt;   that she'd take no nonsense from the kiddies this year. While taking&lt;br /&gt;   the roll, she was told&lt;br /&gt;   by one boy "My name is Johnny Fuckhauer". So she said "There'll be&lt;br /&gt;   none of that kind of&lt;br /&gt;   thing this year, Johnny; tell me your REAL name!". The kid said "No,&lt;br /&gt;   really teacher, it IS&lt;br /&gt;   Johnny Fuckhauer. You can go across the hall to fourth grade and ask&lt;br /&gt;   my brother if you&lt;br /&gt;   don't believe me!" Not wanting to be subjected to that kind of thing,&lt;br /&gt;   the teacher went&lt;br /&gt;   across the hall and knocked on the fourth grade classroom door. The&lt;br /&gt;   fourth grade teacher&lt;br /&gt;   had stepped down the hall to the front office for a moment, so she&lt;br /&gt;   entered the room and&lt;br /&gt;   directly asked the class "Do you have a Fuckhauer in here?" "Hell no!"&lt;br /&gt;   replied a little kid&lt;br /&gt;   from the front row, "We don't even get a cookie break!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5989845551283711533?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5989845551283711533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5989845551283711533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5989845551283711533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5989845551283711533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-first-day-of-school.html' title='It was the first day of school'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-813415844674629481</id><published>2008-12-09T22:53:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:53:49.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>A little girl was out with her Grandmother</title><content type='html'>A little girl was out with her Grandmother when they came across a&lt;br /&gt;   couple of dogs mating on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;   "What are they doing, Grandma?" asked the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;   The grandmother was embarrased, so she said, "The dog on top has hurt&lt;br /&gt;   his paw, and the one underneath is carrying him to the doctor."&lt;br /&gt;   They're just like people, aren't they Grandma?" said the little one.&lt;br /&gt;   "How do you mean?" asked the Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;   "Offer someone a helping hand," said the little girl, "and they fuck&lt;br /&gt;   you everytime!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-813415844674629481?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/813415844674629481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=813415844674629481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/813415844674629481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/813415844674629481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-girl-was-out-with-her.html' title='A little girl was out with her Grandmother'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8599429303211515908</id><published>2008-12-09T22:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:53:25.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>The following is a "history" collected</title><content type='html'>The following is a "history" collected by teachers throughout the&lt;br /&gt;United States, from eighth grade through college level. Read carefully,&lt;br /&gt;and you will learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The inhabitants of ancient Egypt were called mummies. They&lt;br /&gt;lived in the Sarah Dessert and traveled by Camelot. The climate of&lt;br /&gt;the Sarah is such that the inhabitants have to live elsewhere, so&lt;br /&gt;certain areas of the dessert are cultivated by irritation. The&lt;br /&gt;Egyptians built the Pyramids in the shape of a huge triangular cube.&lt;br /&gt;The Pyramids are a range of mountains between France and Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Bible is full of interesting caricatures. In the first&lt;br /&gt;book of the Bible, Guinesses, Adam and Eve were created from an&lt;br /&gt;apple tree. On of their children, Cain, once asked, "Am I my brother's&lt;br /&gt;son?" God asked Abraham to sacrifice Isaac on Mount Montezuma. Jacob,&lt;br /&gt;son of Isaac, stole his brother's birth mark. Jacob was a patriarch&lt;br /&gt;who brought up his twelve sons to be patriarchs, but they did not&lt;br /&gt;take it. One of Jacob's sons, Joseph, gave refuse to the Israelites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Pharaoh forced the Hebrew slaves to make bread without straw.&lt;br /&gt;Moses led them to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread, which&lt;br /&gt;is bread made without any ingredients. Afterwards, Moses went up on&lt;br /&gt;Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments. David was a Hebrew king&lt;br /&gt;skilled at playing the liar. He fought with the Philatelists, a race&lt;br /&gt;of people who lived in the Biblical times. Soloman, one of David's&lt;br /&gt;sons, had 500 wives and 500 porcupines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Without the Greeks we wouldn't have history. The Greeks&lt;br /&gt;invented three kinds of columns - Corinthian, Doric, and Ironic. They&lt;br /&gt;also had myths. A myth is a female moth. One myth says that the&lt;br /&gt;mother of Achilles dipped him in the River Stynx until he became&lt;br /&gt;intollerable. Achilles appears in The Iliad, by Homer. Homer also&lt;br /&gt;wrote The Oddity, in which Penelope was the last hardship that&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses endured on his journey. Actually, Homer was not written by&lt;br /&gt;Homer but by another man of that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Socrates was a famous Greek teacher who went around giving&lt;br /&gt;people advice. They killed him. Socrates died from an overdose of&lt;br /&gt;wedlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In the Olympic games, Greeks ran races, jumped, hurled the&lt;br /&gt;biscuits, the threw the java. The reward to the victor was a coral&lt;br /&gt;wreath. The government of Athens was democratic because people took&lt;br /&gt;the law into their own hands. There were no wars in Greece, as the&lt;br /&gt;mountains were so high that they couldn't climb over to see what&lt;br /&gt;their neighbors were doing. When they fought with the Persians, the&lt;br /&gt;Greeks were outnumbered because the Persians had more men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Eventually, the Ramons conquered the Greeks. History calls&lt;br /&gt;people Romans because they never stayed in one place for very long.&lt;br /&gt;At Roman banquets, the guests wore garlic in their hair. Julius&lt;br /&gt;Caesar extinguished himself on the battlefields of Gaul. The Ides of&lt;br /&gt;March murdered him because they thought he was going to be made king.&lt;br /&gt;Nero was a cruel tyranny who would turture his poor subjects by&lt;br /&gt;playing the fiddle to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Middle Ages. King Alfred conquered the Dames.&lt;br /&gt;King Arthur lived in the Age of Shivery, King Harold mustarded his&lt;br /&gt;troops before the Battle of Hastings, Joan of Arc was canonized by&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Shaw, and victims of the Black Death grew boobs on their&lt;br /&gt;necks. Finally, Magna Carta provided that no free man should be&lt;br /&gt;hanged twice for the same offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        In medevil time most of the people were alliterate. The&lt;br /&gt;greatest writer of the time was Chaucer, who wrote many poems and&lt;br /&gt;versus and also wrote literature. Another tale tells of William&lt;br /&gt;Tell, who shot an arrow through an apple while standing on his&lt;br /&gt;son's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Renaissance was an age in which more individuals felt&lt;br /&gt;the value of their human being. Martin Luther was nailed to the&lt;br /&gt;church door at Wittenberg for selling papal indulgences. He died&lt;br /&gt;a horrible death, being excommunicated by a bull. It was the&lt;br /&gt;painter Donatello's interes in the female nude that made him the&lt;br /&gt;father of the Renaissance. It was an age of great inventions and&lt;br /&gt;discoveries. Gutenberg invented the Bible. Sir Walter Raleigh is&lt;br /&gt;a historical figure because he invented cigarettes. Another&lt;br /&gt;important invention was the circulation of blood. Sir Francis&lt;br /&gt;Drake circumcised the world with a 100 foot clipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The government of England was a limited mockery. Henry&lt;br /&gt;VIII found walking difficult because he had an abbess on his knee.&lt;br /&gt;Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen." As a queen she was a&lt;br /&gt;success. When Elizabeth exposed herself before her troops, they all&lt;br /&gt;shouted, "hurrah." Then her navy went out and defeated the Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Armadillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The greatest write of the Renaissance was William Shakespear.&lt;br /&gt;Shakespear never made much money and is only famous because of his&lt;br /&gt;plays. He lived at Windsor with his merry wives, writing tragedies,&lt;br /&gt;comedies and errors. In one of Shakespear's famous plays, Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;rations out his situation by relieving himself in a long soliloquy.&lt;br /&gt;In another, Lady Macbeth tried to convince Macbeth to kill the Kind&lt;br /&gt;by attack his manhood. Romeo and Juliet are an example of a heroic&lt;br /&gt;couplet. Writing at the same time as Shakespear was Miguel Cervantes.&lt;br /&gt;He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton&lt;br /&gt;wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        During the Renaissance America began. Christopher Columbus was&lt;br /&gt;a great navigator who discovered America while cursing about the&lt;br /&gt;Atlantic. His ships were called the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Fe.&lt;br /&gt;Later, the Pilgrims crossed the Ocean, and this was known as&lt;br /&gt;Pilgrims Progress. When they landed at Plymouth Rock, they were&lt;br /&gt;greeted by the Indians, who came down the hill rolling their war hoops&lt;br /&gt;before them. The Indian squabs carried porpoises on their back. Many&lt;br /&gt;of the Indian heroes were killed, along with their cabooses, which&lt;br /&gt;proved very fatal for them. The winter of 1620 was a hard one for the&lt;br /&gt;settlers. Many people died and many babies were born. Captain John&lt;br /&gt;Smith was responsible for all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8599429303211515908?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8599429303211515908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8599429303211515908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8599429303211515908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8599429303211515908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/following-is-collected.html' title='The following is a &amp;quot;history&amp;quot; collected'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8007875108449783344</id><published>2008-12-09T22:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:53:15.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny had become a real nuisance</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny had become a real nuisance while his father tried &lt;br /&gt;to concentrate on his Saturday afternoon poker game with &lt;br /&gt;friends and relatives.  His father tried every way possible to get &lt;br /&gt;Johnny to occupy himself...television, ice cream, homework, &lt;br /&gt;video games...but the youngster insisted on running back and &lt;br /&gt;forth behind the players and calling out the cards they held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other players became so annoyed that they threatened to &lt;br /&gt;quit the game and all go home. At this point, the boy's uncle &lt;br /&gt;stood up, took Johnny by the hand, and led him out of the &lt;br /&gt;room. The uncle soon returned back to the poker table without &lt;br /&gt;Johnny, and without comment the game resumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the afternoon, little Johnny was nowhere to be &lt;br /&gt;seen and the card players continued without any further &lt;br /&gt;interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the poker game ended, the father asked Johnny's uncle, &lt;br /&gt;"What in the world did you say to Johnny? I haven't heard a &lt;br /&gt;peep from him all day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not much," the boy's uncle replied. "I just showed him how to&lt;br /&gt;masturbate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8007875108449783344?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8007875108449783344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8007875108449783344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8007875108449783344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8007875108449783344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-johnny-had-become-real-nuisance.html' title='Little Johnny had become a real nuisance'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2945869845376407611</id><published>2008-12-09T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:46:21.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>THE IRS LETTER...</title><content type='html'>THE IRS LETTER...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Dear Sirs:&lt;br /&gt;   I am responding to your letter denying the deduction for two of the&lt;br /&gt;   three dependents I claimed on my 1996 Federal Tax return. Thank you. I&lt;br /&gt;   have questioned whether these are my children or not for years. They&lt;br /&gt;   are evil and expensive.&lt;br /&gt;   It's only fair, since they are minors and not my responsbility, that&lt;br /&gt;   the government (who evidently is taxing me more to care for these waifs)&lt;br /&gt;   knows something about them and what to expect over the next year. You&lt;br /&gt;   may apply next year to reassign them to me and reinstate the&lt;br /&gt;   deduction.&lt;br /&gt;   This year they are yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The oldest, Kristen, is now 17. She is brillant. Ask her! I suggest&lt;br /&gt;   you put her to work in your office where she can answer people's&lt;br /&gt;   questions about their returns. While she has no formal training, it&lt;br /&gt;   has not seemed to hamper her knowledge of any other subject you can name.&lt;br /&gt;   Taxes should be a breeze. Next year she is going to college. I think&lt;br /&gt;   it's wonderful that you will now be responsible for that little&lt;br /&gt;   expense. While you mull that over, keep in mind that she has a truck.&lt;br /&gt;   It doesn't run at the moment so you have the immediate decision of&lt;br /&gt;   appropriating some Department of Defense funds to fix the vehicle or&lt;br /&gt;   getting up early to drive her to school.&lt;br /&gt;   Kristen also has a boyfriend. Oh joy. While she possesses all of the&lt;br /&gt;   wisdom of the universe, her alleged mother and I have felt it best to&lt;br /&gt;   occasionally remind her of the virtues of abstinence, and in the face&lt;br /&gt;   of overwhelming passion, safe sex. This is always uncomfortable and I am&lt;br /&gt;   quite relieved you will be handling this in the future. May I suggest&lt;br /&gt;   that you reinstate Jocelyn Elders who had a rather good handle on the&lt;br /&gt;   problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Patrick is 14. I've had my suspicions about this one. His eyes are a&lt;br /&gt;   little close together for normal people. He may be a tax examiner&lt;br /&gt;   himself one day if you do not incarcerate him first. In February, I&lt;br /&gt;   was awakened at three in the morning by a police officer who was bringing&lt;br /&gt;   Pat home. He and his friends were TP'ing houses. Kids at 14 will do&lt;br /&gt;   almost anything on a dare. His hair is purple. Permanent dye,&lt;br /&gt;   temporary dye, what the big deal? Learn to deal with it. You'll have&lt;br /&gt;   plenty of time as he is sitting out a few days of school after&lt;br /&gt;   instigating a food fight. I'll take care of filing your phone number&lt;br /&gt;   with the vice principal. Oh yes, he and all of his friends have raging&lt;br /&gt;   hormones. This is the house of testosterone and it will be much more&lt;br /&gt;   peaceful when he lives in your home. DO NOT leave any of them&lt;br /&gt;   unsupervised with girls, explosives, inflammables, inflatables,&lt;br /&gt;   vehicles, or telephones. (I'm sure that you will find telephones a&lt;br /&gt;   source of unimaginable amusement, and be sure to lock out the 900 and&lt;br /&gt;   976 numbers!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Heather is an alien. She slid through a time warp and appeared quite&lt;br /&gt;   by magic one year. I'm sure this one is yours. She is 10 going on 21.&lt;br /&gt;   She came from a bad trip in the sixties. She wears tie-dyed clothes,&lt;br /&gt;   beads, sandals, and hair that looks like Tiny Tim's. Fortunately you&lt;br /&gt;   will be raising my taxes to help offset the pinch of her remedial&lt;br /&gt;   reading courses. Hooked on Phonics is expensive so the schools dropped&lt;br /&gt;   it. Good news! You can buy it yourself for half the amount of the&lt;br /&gt;   deduction that you are denying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's quite obvious that we are terrible parents (ask the other two) so&lt;br /&gt;   they've helped raise this child to a new level of terror. She cannot&lt;br /&gt;   speak English. Most people under eighteen can understand the curious&lt;br /&gt;   lingo she fashioned out of valley girls/boys in the odd/reggae/yuppie/&lt;br /&gt;   political doublespeak. I don't. The school sends her to a speech&lt;br /&gt;   pathologist who has her roll her R's. It added a refreshing&lt;br /&gt;   Mexican/Irish touch to her voice. She wears hats backwards, pants&lt;br /&gt;   baggy and wants one of her ears pierced four more times. There is a&lt;br /&gt;   fascination with tattoos that worries me but I am sure that you can&lt;br /&gt;   handle it. Bring a truck when you come to get her, she sort of "nests"&lt;br /&gt;   in her room and I think that it would be easier to move the entire&lt;br /&gt;   thing than find out what it is really made of.&lt;br /&gt;   You denied two of the three exemptions so it is only fair you get to&lt;br /&gt;   pick which two you will take. I prefer that you take the youngest, I&lt;br /&gt;   still go bankrupt with Kristen's college but then I am free! If you&lt;br /&gt;   take the two oldest then I still have time for counseling before&lt;br /&gt;   Heather becomes a teenager. If you take the two girls then I won't feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;   about putting Patrick in a military academy. Please let me know of&lt;br /&gt;   your decision as soon as possible as I have already increased the&lt;br /&gt;   withholding on my W-4 to cover the $395 in additional tax and made a down payment&lt;br /&gt;   on an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;   Sincerly,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2945869845376407611?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2945869845376407611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2945869845376407611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2945869845376407611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2945869845376407611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/irs-letter.html' title='THE IRS LETTER...'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7808482640005416320</id><published>2008-12-09T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:45:07.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny's is coming home from</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny's is coming home from the store swinging the loaf &lt;br /&gt;of bread in one hand and the other hand in his pants pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along come Priest Joe and he thinks to himself, "This is a good&lt;br /&gt;opportunity to say something from the bible to Little Johnny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks up to Little Johnny and says, "I see Little Johnny that &lt;br /&gt;you have the Staff of Life in one hand.  What do you have in the &lt;br /&gt;other?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny replies, "A loaf of bread Father."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7808482640005416320?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7808482640005416320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7808482640005416320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7808482640005416320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7808482640005416320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-johnny-is-coming-home-from.html' title='Little Johnny&amp;#39;s is coming home from'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4887061151427215846</id><published>2008-12-09T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:07:08.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>A little girl came running into the house</title><content type='html'>A little girl came running into the house crying and miserable from a&lt;br /&gt;   small cut she just received. She asked her mom for a glass of cider.&lt;br /&gt;   "Why do you want cider?" asked Mom.&lt;br /&gt;   "To take the pain away," sobbed the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;   Tired of all the tears, Mom poured her a glass.&lt;br /&gt;   The little girl immediately put her hand into the drink.&lt;br /&gt;   "It doesn't work!" she yelled.&lt;br /&gt;   "What do you mean?" asked Mom.&lt;br /&gt;   "Well," sniffed the little girl, "I overheard my sister say that&lt;br /&gt;   whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she can't wait to get it in&lt;br /&gt;   cider."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4887061151427215846?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4887061151427215846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4887061151427215846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4887061151427215846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4887061151427215846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-girl-came-running-into-house.html' title='A little girl came running into the house'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5079096753496415244</id><published>2008-12-09T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:03:45.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>As a little girl climbed onto</title><content type='html'>As a little girl climbed onto Santa's lap, Santa asked the usual, &lt;br /&gt;"And what would you like for Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child stared at him open mouthed and horrified for a &lt;br /&gt;minute, then gasped: "Didn't you get my E-mail?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5079096753496415244?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5079096753496415244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5079096753496415244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5079096753496415244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5079096753496415244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-little-girl-climbed-onto.html' title='As a little girl climbed onto'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4485352732025558868</id><published>2008-12-09T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:32:32.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny was in class again</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny was in class again.Teacher asked everyone "Can anyone&lt;br /&gt;   tell me a sentence&lt;br /&gt;   with the word definitely in it?" Meg puts up her hand."The sky is&lt;br /&gt;   definitely blue." "Thats&lt;br /&gt;   not bad,Meg," says the teacher, "but the sky can be grey or red."&lt;br /&gt;   Young Sally tried :"The&lt;br /&gt;   grass is definitely green." "Good try Sally,but grass can be yellow or&lt;br /&gt;   brown too!"&lt;br /&gt;   Suddenly Little Johnny's hand shoots up."Miss Brown does a fart have&lt;br /&gt;   lumps?" The&lt;br /&gt;   teacher was horrified."No of course not Johnny! What are you talking&lt;br /&gt;   about?" So Johnny&lt;br /&gt;   says,"Well then Miss brown, I've definitely shit my pants!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4485352732025558868?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4485352732025558868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4485352732025558868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4485352732025558868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4485352732025558868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-johnny-was-in-class-again.html' title='Little Johnny was in class again'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-10750672234847328</id><published>2008-12-09T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:31:04.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children jokes'/><title type='text'>A little girl and a little boy</title><content type='html'>A little girl and a little boy were at day care one day. The girl &lt;br /&gt;approaches the boy and says, "Hey Tommy, wanna play &lt;br /&gt;house?"&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Sure! What do you want me to do?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl replies, "I want you to communicate your thoughts."&lt;br /&gt;"Communicate my thoughts?" said a bewildered Tommy. "I &lt;br /&gt;have no idea what that means."&lt;br /&gt;The little girl smirks and says, "Perfect. You can be the &lt;br /&gt;husband."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-10750672234847328?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/10750672234847328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=10750672234847328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/10750672234847328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/10750672234847328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-girl-and-little-boy.html' title='A little girl and a little boy'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7497645302201644102</id><published>2008-11-27T03:06:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:06:32.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>DAYS</title><content type='html'>A bartender is sitting behind the bar on a typical day, when the door bursts&lt;br /&gt;open and in come four exuberant blondes. They come up to th bar, order five&lt;br /&gt;bottles of champagne and ten glasses, take their order over and sit down at a&lt;br /&gt;large table.  The corks are popped, the glasses are filled and  they  begin&lt;br /&gt;toasting and chanting, "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!"  Soon, three more blondes&lt;br /&gt;arrive, take up their drinks and the  chanting grows. "51 days, 51 days, 51&lt;br /&gt;days!" Two more blondes show up and soon  their voices are joined in raising&lt;br /&gt;the roof. "51 days, 51 days, 51 days!"  Finally, the tenth blonde comes in with&lt;br /&gt;a picture under her arm.  She walks over to the table, sets the picture in the&lt;br /&gt;middle and the table  erupts. Up jumps the others, they begin dancing around&lt;br /&gt;the table, exchanging  high-fives, all the while chanting "51 days, 51 days, 51&lt;br /&gt;days!"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender can't contain his curiosity any longer, so he walks over to the&lt;br /&gt;table.  There in the center is a beautifully framed child's puzzle of the&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster.  When the frenzy dies down a little bit, the  bartender asks&lt;br /&gt;one of the blondes, "What's all the chanting and celebration about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde who brought in the picture pipes in, "Everyone thinks that blondes&lt;br /&gt;are dumb and they make fun of us.  So, we decided to set the record  straight.&lt;br /&gt;Ten of us got together, bought that puzzle and put it together. . .the side of&lt;br /&gt;the box said 2-4 years, but we put it together in 51 days ! " &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7497645302201644102?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7497645302201644102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7497645302201644102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7497645302201644102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7497645302201644102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/days.html' title='DAYS'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4465241931096900324</id><published>2008-11-27T03:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:06:23.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>So my sister, a natural blond graduating</title><content type='html'>So my sister, a natural blond graduating from the University of &lt;br /&gt;North Carolina Law School, is job hunting. I suggested that &lt;br /&gt;since Microsoft is building up their legal team, she should send &lt;br /&gt;them a resume and become a southern blond Microsoft lawyer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- and be the butt of any joke on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4465241931096900324?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4465241931096900324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4465241931096900324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4465241931096900324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4465241931096900324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-my-sister-natural-blond-graduating.html' title='So my sister, a natural blond graduating'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1559853924778369177</id><published>2008-11-27T03:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T03:06:00.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>A blonde decided that she was tired of her empty life</title><content type='html'>A blonde decided that she was tired of her empty life.  She &lt;br /&gt;cut her hair and dyed it brown, and set off for a drive.  &lt;br /&gt;She wanted to do random acts of kindness to see if it would &lt;br /&gt;change her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving through the countryside, she came across a farmer &lt;br /&gt;who was trying to get his sheep across the road.  She stopped &lt;br /&gt;her car and waved the farmer across, thinking this would be her &lt;br /&gt;first good deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sheep had all crossed, the blonde said to the farmer, &lt;br /&gt;"your sheep are so cute.  If I guess how many there are, could &lt;br /&gt;I have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer thought it impossible and told the blonde it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"637", said the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer was amazed that the blonde had guessed the exact &lt;br /&gt;number, but lived up to his bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take that feisty one over there", said the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer said to the blonde, "Okay, now if I guess the &lt;br /&gt;real color of your hair, can I have my dog back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1559853924778369177?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1559853924778369177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1559853924778369177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1559853924778369177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1559853924778369177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/blonde-decided-that-she-was-tired-of.html' title='A blonde decided that she was tired of her empty life'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6152581513153543580</id><published>2008-11-27T02:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:41:25.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Did you hear the one about the blonde</title><content type='html'>Did you hear the one about the blonde fox that got stuck in a trap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chewed off three legs and was still stuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6152581513153543580?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6152581513153543580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6152581513153543580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6152581513153543580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6152581513153543580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-you-hear-one-about-blonde.html' title='Did you hear the one about the blonde'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4472753228888158757</id><published>2008-11-27T02:40:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:40:35.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>The complaint letter from Judi</title><content type='html'>The complaint letter from Judi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blonds at the ofise are tired of all the the dum stoopid jokes &lt;br /&gt;about us. We think this is hairassment. It causes us grate &lt;br /&gt;stress and makes our roots turn dark. We have hired a loyer &lt;br /&gt;and he is talking to the loyers at Clairol. We will take this all &lt;br /&gt;the way to the supream cort if we have two. Juj Thomas knos &lt;br /&gt;all about hairassment and he will be on are side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also talked to the govner to make a new law to stop &lt;br /&gt;this pursicushun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want a law that makes peepol tell brewnet jokes as much &lt;br /&gt;as blond jokes and every so often a red head joke. If we don't &lt;br /&gt;get our way we will not date anybody that ain't blond and we &lt;br /&gt;will make up jokes about you and we will laff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sined by the blonds at the ofise &lt;br /&gt;(sine with a penseel so you can erace it if you make a mistake)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4472753228888158757?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4472753228888158757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4472753228888158757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4472753228888158757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4472753228888158757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/complaint-letter-from-judi.html' title='The complaint letter from Judi'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4881332281660599442</id><published>2008-11-27T02:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:40:25.589-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>What is the difference between butter and a blonde</title><content type='html'>Q: What is the difference between butter and a blonde?&lt;br /&gt;A: Butter is difficult to spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4881332281660599442?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4881332281660599442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4881332281660599442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4881332281660599442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4881332281660599442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-difference-between-butter-and.html' title='What is the difference between butter and a blonde'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2372233121849327806</id><published>2008-11-27T02:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:40:14.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>A blonde and a brunette were talking</title><content type='html'>A blonde and a brunette were talking one day.  The brunette said&lt;br /&gt;that her boyfriend had a slight dandruff problem but she gave him "Head&lt;br /&gt;and Shoulders" and it cleared it up.  The blonde asked inquisitively,&lt;br /&gt;"How do you give shoulders?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2372233121849327806?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2372233121849327806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2372233121849327806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2372233121849327806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2372233121849327806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/blonde-and-brunette-were-talking.html' title='A blonde and a brunette were talking'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7624536990639877011</id><published>2008-11-27T02:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:38:09.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Blondes dumb?</title><content type='html'>After many hours of extremely acrobatic and exhausting sex with a&lt;br /&gt;blonde he had just picked up, a man goes into the kitchen for some food&lt;br /&gt;to replenish his justspent energy. He pours himself a glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;and right before drinking it, he realizes his manhood is still pretty&lt;br /&gt;hot,so he sticks it in the glass to cool it off. Just then the blonde&lt;br /&gt;walks in and says, "Oh, I always wondered how you refilled those."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7624536990639877011?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7624536990639877011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7624536990639877011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7624536990639877011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7624536990639877011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/blondes-dumb.html' title='Blondes dumb?'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5357743896726021600</id><published>2008-11-27T02:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:32:37.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>What's the difference between a blonde and a phone booth</title><content type='html'>Q:   What's the difference between a blonde and a phone booth?&lt;br /&gt;    A1:   You need a quarter to use the phone.&lt;br /&gt;    A2:   Only one person can use the phone at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5357743896726021600?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5357743896726021600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5357743896726021600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5357743896726021600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5357743896726021600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-difference-between-blonde-and.html' title='What&amp;#39;s the difference between a blonde and a phone booth'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7608409411035072222</id><published>2008-11-27T02:27:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:27:28.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>What did the blonde say when she saw</title><content type='html'>What did the blonde say when she saw the sign in front of the YMCA?&lt;br /&gt;"Look! they spelled MACY'S wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7608409411035072222?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7608409411035072222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7608409411035072222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7608409411035072222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7608409411035072222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-did-blonde-say-when-she-saw.html' title='What did the blonde say when she saw'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1868104531094326132</id><published>2008-11-27T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:27:10.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>What happened to the blonde ice hockey team</title><content type='html'>What happened to the blonde ice hockey team?&lt;br /&gt;They drowned in Spring training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1868104531094326132?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1868104531094326132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1868104531094326132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1868104531094326132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1868104531094326132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-happened-to-blonde-ice-hockey-team.html' title='What happened to the blonde ice hockey team'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1012975243376164260</id><published>2008-11-27T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:26:45.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>A young blonde girl goes to the doctor</title><content type='html'>A young blonde girl goes to the doctor for a physical. The doctor&lt;br /&gt; puts his stethoscope up to the girl's chest and says, 'Big breaths...'&lt;br /&gt; The girl replies, 'Yeth and I'm not even thixteen.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1012975243376164260?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1012975243376164260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1012975243376164260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1012975243376164260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1012975243376164260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/young-blonde-girl-goes-to-doctor.html' title='A young blonde girl goes to the doctor'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3197896950158654086</id><published>2008-11-27T02:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:07:41.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>What do you call a blonde with white eyes?</title><content type='html'>What do you call a blonde with white eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full up......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3197896950158654086?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3197896950158654086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3197896950158654086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3197896950158654086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3197896950158654086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-you-call-blonde-with-white-eyes.html' title='What do you call a blonde with white eyes?'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2560648570591700621</id><published>2008-11-27T02:05:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:05:50.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>A young blonde woman is distraught</title><content type='html'>   A young blonde woman is distraught because she fears her husband is&lt;br /&gt;   having an affair, so she goes to a gun shop and buys a handgun. The&lt;br /&gt;   next day she comes home to find her husband in bed with a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;   redhead. She grabs the gun and holds it to her own head. The husband&lt;br /&gt;   jumps out of bed, begging and pleading with her not to shoot herself.&lt;br /&gt;   Hysterically the blonde responds to the husband, "shut up...you're&lt;br /&gt;   next!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2560648570591700621?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2560648570591700621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2560648570591700621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2560648570591700621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2560648570591700621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/young-blonde-woman-is-distraught.html' title='A young blonde woman is distraught'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2256526116730684233</id><published>2008-11-27T02:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:05:40.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Why don't Blondes make good cattle herders</title><content type='html'>Why don't Blondes make good cattle herders.&lt;br /&gt;Because they can never keep two calves together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2256526116730684233?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2256526116730684233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2256526116730684233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2256526116730684233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2256526116730684233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-don-blondes-make-good-cattle.html' title='Why don&amp;#39;t Blondes make good cattle herders'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3866965710087496124</id><published>2008-11-27T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:05:15.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>On a plane bound for New York the flight</title><content type='html'>On a plane bound for New York the flight attendant approached&lt;br /&gt;   a blonde sitting in the first class section and requested that she&lt;br /&gt;   move to coach since she did not have a first class ticket. The blonde&lt;br /&gt;   replied, "I'm blonde; I'm beautiful; I'm going to New York; and I'm&lt;br /&gt;   not moving."&lt;br /&gt;   Not wanting to argue with a customer, the flight attendant asked the&lt;br /&gt;   co-pilot to speak with her. He went to talk with the woman, asking her&lt;br /&gt;   to please move out of the first class section. Again, the blonde&lt;br /&gt;   replied, "I'm blonde; I'm beautiful; I'm going to New York, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;   not moving."&lt;br /&gt;   The co-pilot returned to the cockpit and asked the captain what he&lt;br /&gt;   should do. The captain said, "I'm married to a blonde, and I know how&lt;br /&gt;   to handle this."&lt;br /&gt;   He went to the first class section and whispered in the blonde's ear.&lt;br /&gt;   She immediately jumped up and ran to the coach section mumbling to&lt;br /&gt;   herself, "Why didn't someone just say so?"&lt;br /&gt;   Surprised, the flight attendant and the co-pilot asked what he said to&lt;br /&gt;   her that finally convinced her to move from her seat. He said, "I told&lt;br /&gt;   her the first class section wasn't going to New York."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3866965710087496124?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3866965710087496124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3866965710087496124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3866965710087496124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3866965710087496124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-plane-bound-for-new-york-flight.html' title='On a plane bound for New York the flight'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1495987614330876378</id><published>2008-11-27T02:04:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:04:58.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Judi and a brunette were discussing</title><content type='html'>Judi and a brunette were discussing their boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunette: Last night I had *three* orgasms in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judi: That's nothing; last night I had over a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunette: My god! I had no idea he was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judi: (looking shocked) Oh, you mean with one guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1495987614330876378?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1495987614330876378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1495987614330876378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1495987614330876378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1495987614330876378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/judi-and-brunette-were-discussing.html' title='Judi and a brunette were discussing'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4913504518514110705</id><published>2008-11-27T02:04:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:04:47.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Whats a blonde's favorite surgery</title><content type='html'>Whats a blonde's favorite surgery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Slipodictomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4913504518514110705?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4913504518514110705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4913504518514110705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4913504518514110705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4913504518514110705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-blonde-favorite-surgery.html' title='Whats a blonde&amp;#39;s favorite surgery'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6092286334018903618</id><published>2008-11-27T02:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:04:07.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Hear about the blonde that got an AM radio?</title><content type='html'>Q.      Hear about the blonde that got an AM radio?&lt;br /&gt;A.      It took her a month to realize she could play it at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6092286334018903618?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6092286334018903618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6092286334018903618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6092286334018903618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6092286334018903618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/hear-about-blonde-that-got-am-radio.html' title='Hear about the blonde that got an AM radio?'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4534760413514959981</id><published>2008-11-27T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:57:29.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>A blond at a party was telling her friend</title><content type='html'>A blond at a party was telling her friend that&lt;br /&gt;she was off men for life. "They lie, they cheat&lt;br /&gt;and they're just no good. From now on when I want&lt;br /&gt;sex, I'm going to use my vibrator"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what when the batteries run out?" asked her friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll just fake an orgasm like always."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4534760413514959981?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4534760413514959981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4534760413514959981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4534760413514959981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4534760413514959981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/blond-at-party-was-telling-her-friend.html' title='A blond at a party was telling her friend'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7182762631354359505</id><published>2008-11-25T12:27:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:27:32.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>NOTIFICATION TO ALL STAFF REGARDING LANGUAGE</title><content type='html'>NOTIFICATION TO ALL STAFF REGARDING LANGUAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been brought to our attention that some individuals have been&lt;br /&gt;using foul language during the execution of their duties. Due to&lt;br /&gt;complaints from managers who are more easily offended, this type of&lt;br /&gt;language will no longer be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do realise, however, the importance of staff being able to properly&lt;br /&gt;express their feelings when communicating with other employees. With&lt;br /&gt;this in mind, the Human Resources Department has compiled a list of&lt;br /&gt;code phrases so proper exchange of ideas/information can continue in&lt;br /&gt;an effective manner without risking offence to our more sensitive&lt;br /&gt;brethren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Phrase                              New Phrase&lt;br /&gt;1.  No fucking way                    I'm fairly sure that this is not feasible&lt;br /&gt;2.  Your fucking joking               Really&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tell someone who gives a fuck     Have you run that by................&lt;br /&gt;4.  No cunt told me                   I was not involved in that project&lt;br /&gt;5.  I don't have the fucking time     Perhaps I can work late&lt;br /&gt;6.  Who fucking cares                 Are you sure that is the problem&lt;br /&gt;7.  Eat shit and die                  You don't say&lt;br /&gt;8.  Eat shit and die motherfucker     You don't say, Sir&lt;br /&gt;9.  Kiss my arse                      So you would like me to help you&lt;br /&gt;10. He's a fucking prick              He is somewhat insensitive&lt;br /&gt;11. That's fucking bullshit           I find that hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;12. You haven't got a fucking clue    You could benefit from more training&lt;br /&gt;13. This place is fucked              We are a little disorganised today&lt;br /&gt;14. What sort of fucker are you       You're new here aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;15. Fuck off shit head                Well there you go&lt;br /&gt;16. You're a fucking wanker           You're my manager and I respect you&lt;br /&gt;17. Ha! Fuck you                      I wasn't there that day&lt;br /&gt;18. This is bollocks                  We need to look into this some more&lt;br /&gt;19. I aint got no cunt                I am rather short of labour&lt;br /&gt;20. Fuck off                          I'll look into that and get back to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7182762631354359505?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7182762631354359505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7182762631354359505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7182762631354359505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7182762631354359505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/notification-to-all-staff-regarding.html' title='NOTIFICATION TO ALL STAFF REGARDING LANGUAGE'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8345537414611056709</id><published>2008-11-25T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:27:23.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>It had taken him several months</title><content type='html'>It had taken him several months, but the executive vice president&lt;br /&gt;had finally persuaded his new secretary to bend over the back of&lt;br /&gt;his leather couch and allow him to have sex with her that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And just where have you been until this hour?" demanded his&lt;br /&gt;wife, when the wayward husband finally arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Down at the office," he replied, "working like a dog." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8345537414611056709?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8345537414611056709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8345537414611056709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8345537414611056709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8345537414611056709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-had-taken-him-several-months.html' title='It had taken him several months'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-4618786261363527919</id><published>2008-11-25T12:26:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:26:55.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>A fellow had just been hired as the new CEO</title><content type='html'>A fellow had just been hired as the new CEO of a large high tech&lt;br /&gt; corporation.  The CEO who was stepping down met with him privately and&lt;br /&gt; presented him with three numbered envelopes. "Open these if you run up&lt;br /&gt; against a problem you don't think you can solve," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, things went along pretty smoothly, but six months later, sales&lt;br /&gt; took a downturn and he was really catching a lot of heat. About at his&lt;br /&gt; wits's end, he remembered the envelopes.  He went to his drawer and took&lt;br /&gt; out the first envelope.  The message read, "Blame your predecessor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The new CEO called a press conference and tactfully laid the blame at&lt;br /&gt; the feet of the previous CEO.  Satisfied with his comments, the press --&lt;br /&gt; and Wall Street -- responded positively, sales began to pick up and the&lt;br /&gt; problem was soon behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; About a year later, the company was again experiencing a slight dip in&lt;br /&gt; sales, combined with serious product problems. Having learned from his&lt;br /&gt; previous experience, the CEO quickly opened the second envelope.  The&lt;br /&gt; message read, "Reorganize."  This he did, and the company quickly&lt;br /&gt; rebounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After several consecutive profitable quarters, the company once again&lt;br /&gt; fell on difficult times.  The CEO went to his office, closed the door&lt;br /&gt; and opened the third envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The message said, "Prepare three envelopes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-4618786261363527919?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/4618786261363527919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=4618786261363527919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4618786261363527919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/4618786261363527919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/fellow-had-just-been-hired-as-new-ceo.html' title='A fellow had just been hired as the new CEO'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6708891727673987285</id><published>2008-11-25T12:26:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:26:41.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>A man comes home from work one day</title><content type='html'>A man comes home from work one day and he says to his &lt;br /&gt;wife: "Honey, I got a new secretary. And imagine what &lt;br /&gt;happened!  She's got a red and white bra. You know, these &lt;br /&gt;are the colors of my favorite football team. Anyway, it's not &lt;br /&gt;a big deal but it feels good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when they come home his wife asks, "How was &lt;br /&gt;your day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says: "Fantastic! It's not only her bra that is red and &lt;br /&gt;white but also her panties. You know it's not a big deal but it &lt;br /&gt;really feels good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day they meet at home after work and now the man &lt;br /&gt;asks his wife, "And what happened today in your office, &lt;br /&gt;honey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Oh, nothing special, sweetheart. I got a new boss &lt;br /&gt;today. His dick is two inches longer than yours. You know it's &lt;br /&gt;not a big deal but, hell, it feels good!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6708891727673987285?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6708891727673987285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6708891727673987285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6708891727673987285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6708891727673987285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-comes-home-from-work-one-day.html' title='A man comes home from work one day'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6805129302971442638</id><published>2008-11-25T12:26:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:26:33.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>A site foreman had ten very lazy men</title><content type='html'>A site foreman had ten very lazy men working for him, so one &lt;br /&gt;day he decided to trick them into doing some work for a &lt;br /&gt;change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a really easy job today for the laziest one among you," &lt;br /&gt;he announced. "Will the laziest man please put his hand up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine hands went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you put your hand up?" he asked the tenth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too much trouble," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6805129302971442638?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6805129302971442638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6805129302971442638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6805129302971442638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6805129302971442638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/site-foreman-had-ten-very-lazy-men.html' title='A site foreman had ten very lazy men'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8118375431304259858</id><published>2008-11-25T12:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:26:22.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Several weeks after a young man had been hired</title><content type='html'>Several weeks after a young man had been hired, he was called &lt;br /&gt;into the personnel director's office. "What is the meaning of &lt;br /&gt;this?" the director asked. "When you applied for this job, you &lt;br /&gt;told us you had five years experience. Now we discovered this &lt;br /&gt;is the first job you've ever held."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the young man replied "in your advertisement you said &lt;br /&gt;you wanted somebody with imagination."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8118375431304259858?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8118375431304259858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8118375431304259858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8118375431304259858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8118375431304259858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/several-weeks-after-young-man-had-been.html' title='Several weeks after a young man had been hired'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-5001528195488032942</id><published>2008-11-25T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:26:11.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Judge: Is there any reason you could not serve</title><content type='html'>Judge: Is there any reason you could not serve as a juror in this &lt;br /&gt;case? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juror: I don't want to be away from my job that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Can't they do without you at work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juror: Yes, but I don't want them to know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-5001528195488032942?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/5001528195488032942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=5001528195488032942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5001528195488032942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/5001528195488032942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/judge-is-there-any-reason-you-could-not.html' title='Judge: Is there any reason you could not serve'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8469631558849660802</id><published>2008-11-24T23:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:38:21.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Fresh out of business school, the young man answered</title><content type='html'>Fresh out of business school, the young man answered a want &lt;br /&gt;ad for an accountant. Now he was being interviewed by a very &lt;br /&gt;nervous man who ran a small business that he had started &lt;br /&gt;himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need someone with an accounting degree," the man said. &lt;br /&gt;"But mainly, I'm looking for someone to do my worrying for &lt;br /&gt;me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?" the accountant said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I worry about a lot of things," the man said. "But I don't want &lt;br /&gt;to have to worry about money. Your job will be to take all the &lt;br /&gt;money worries off my back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see," the accountant said. "And how much does the job &lt;br /&gt;pay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll start you at eighty thousand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eighty thousand dollars!" the accountant exclaimed. "How &lt;br /&gt;can such a small business afford a sum like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That," the owner said, "is your first worry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8469631558849660802?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8469631558849660802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8469631558849660802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8469631558849660802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8469631558849660802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/fresh-out-of-business-school-young-man.html' title='Fresh out of business school, the young man answered'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7834776537156414350</id><published>2008-11-24T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:38:09.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>The drinker announced to the bartender</title><content type='html'>The drinker announced to the bartender, "It seems I've been &lt;br /&gt;informally named advisor on 'Sexual Matters' at my &lt;br /&gt;company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds interesting. Does this mean you'll be &lt;br /&gt;counseling the big bosses on relations with their &lt;br /&gt;secretaries?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure yet," he answered. "During a staff meeting, I &lt;br /&gt;popped up to suggest a reduction in executive expense &lt;br /&gt;accounts and it was after that I was told if they ever &lt;br /&gt;wanted my fucking advice, they'd let me know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7834776537156414350?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7834776537156414350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7834776537156414350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7834776537156414350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7834776537156414350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/drinker-announced-to-bartender.html' title='The drinker announced to the bartender'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8024373223587662840</id><published>2008-11-24T22:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:46:33.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>As the end of the day drew near</title><content type='html'>As the end of the day drew near, the handsome executive &lt;br /&gt;called his newly hired red-headed assistant into his office. "Do you&lt;br /&gt;know what time we quit around here ?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure !" the girl nervously giggled. "Whenever somebody &lt;br /&gt;knocks on the door."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8024373223587662840?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8024373223587662840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8024373223587662840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8024373223587662840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8024373223587662840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-end-of-day-drew-near.html' title='As the end of the day drew near'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-3848118954820233193</id><published>2008-11-24T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:46:24.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Three guys go into a bar, one in a wheelchair</title><content type='html'>Three guys go into a bar, one in a wheelchair, one &lt;br /&gt;is blind and the other appears normal. A couple &lt;br /&gt;of minutes later, God walks in to get a beer. He &lt;br /&gt;sees the guys and decides to have compassion on &lt;br /&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;He touches the blind guy on the forehead, and his &lt;br /&gt;sight is restored. He touches the man in the &lt;br /&gt;wheelchair and the guy jumps up and walks away. &lt;br /&gt;He walks to the last guy and the guy yells, 'Whoa, &lt;br /&gt;God! I'm on workman's comp!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-3848118954820233193?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/3848118954820233193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=3848118954820233193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3848118954820233193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/3848118954820233193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-guys-go-into-bar-one-in.html' title='Three guys go into a bar, one in a wheelchair'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2576992583698817033</id><published>2008-11-24T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:42:06.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Steve, Bob and Jeff are working on a very high scaffolding</title><content type='html'>Steve, Bob and Jeff are working on a very high scaffolding. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Steve falls off. He is killed instantaneously. After the &lt;br /&gt;ambulance leaves with Steve's body, Bob and Jeff realize they'll &lt;br /&gt;have to inform his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob says he's good at this sort of sensitive stuff, so he &lt;br /&gt;volunteers to do the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours he returns, carrying a six-pack of beer. "So did &lt;br /&gt;you tell her?" asks Jeff. "Yep", replies Bob. "Say, where did &lt;br /&gt;you get the six-pack?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob informs Jeff. "She gave it to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT??" exclaims Jeff, "you just told her her husband died &lt;br /&gt;and she gave you a six-pack??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," Bob says. "WHY?" asks Jeff. "Well," Bob continues, &lt;br /&gt;"when she answered the door, I asked her, 'are you Steve's &lt;br /&gt;widow?' 'Widow?', she said, 'no, no, you're mistaken, I'm not a &lt;br /&gt;widow!' So I said: "I'll bet you a six-pack you ARE!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2576992583698817033?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2576992583698817033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2576992583698817033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2576992583698817033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2576992583698817033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/steve-bob-and-jeff-are-working-on-very.html' title='Steve, Bob and Jeff are working on a very high scaffolding'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-9189606525219171819</id><published>2008-11-24T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:41:57.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Jon starts working in a lumber camp</title><content type='html'>Jon starts working in a lumber camp.  The boss says, "We &lt;br /&gt;work twelve hours a day, we eat two meals a day, lights out at &lt;br /&gt;ten-thirty, and you can put your dick in the barrel over there for &lt;br /&gt;a blow job any day but Thursday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon says, "Why not Thursday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss says, "Because Thursday is your turn in the barrel."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-9189606525219171819?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/9189606525219171819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=9189606525219171819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/9189606525219171819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/9189606525219171819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/jon-starts-working-in-lumber-camp.html' title='Jon starts working in a lumber camp'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1002244766353576954</id><published>2008-11-24T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:40:47.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>There are thousands of sex phone lines</title><content type='html'>There are thousands of sex phone lines for men but only a few for women.&lt;br /&gt;This is because if a women wants someone to talk dirty to her she can just&lt;br /&gt;go to work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1002244766353576954?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1002244766353576954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1002244766353576954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1002244766353576954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1002244766353576954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-are-thousands-of-sex-phone-lines.html' title='There are thousands of sex phone lines'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-2541511958668792741</id><published>2008-11-24T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:36:51.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>When the formal private briefing of the attractive</title><content type='html'>When the formal private briefing of the attractive new teacher by &lt;br /&gt;the vice-principal was finished, the vice-principal took a few puffs &lt;br /&gt;on his pipe and said, "I have an informal piece of advice for you, &lt;br /&gt;Miss Bell.  There's only one way you can get along in this &lt;br /&gt;school without submitting to the sexual advances of the&lt;br /&gt;principal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!  Well, er, what was is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll explain it, " he continued, "as soon as you've undressed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-2541511958668792741?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/2541511958668792741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=2541511958668792741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2541511958668792741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/2541511958668792741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-formal-private-briefing-of.html' title='When the formal private briefing of the attractive'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8960339636848599218</id><published>2008-11-24T22:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:34:36.196-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Does anyone know what would happen if the earth rotated</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know what would happen if the earth rotated 30 times faster than&lt;br /&gt;it does today ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would get our paycheck everyday, and all women would bleed to death...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8960339636848599218?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8960339636848599218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8960339636848599218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8960339636848599218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8960339636848599218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-anyone-know-what-would-happen-if.html' title='Does anyone know what would happen if the earth rotated'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-8448504067242098976</id><published>2008-11-24T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:34:23.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>The strong young man at the construction site</title><content type='html'>The strong young man at the construction site was bragging &lt;br /&gt;that he could outdo anyone in a feat of strength. He made a &lt;br /&gt;special case of making fun of one of the older workmen. After &lt;br /&gt;several minutes, the older worker had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is," he said. &lt;br /&gt;"I will bet a week's wages that I can haul something in a &lt;br /&gt;wheelbarrow over to that outbuilding that you won't be able to &lt;br /&gt;wheel back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're on, old man," the braggart replied. "Let's see what you &lt;br /&gt;got."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man reached out and grabbed the wheelbarrow by the &lt;br /&gt;handles. Then, nodding to the young man, he said, "All right. &lt;br /&gt;Get in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-8448504067242098976?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/8448504067242098976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=8448504067242098976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8448504067242098976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/8448504067242098976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/strong-young-man-at-construction-site.html' title='The strong young man at the construction site'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7738181853820969583</id><published>2008-11-24T22:33:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:33:47.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>A man was interviewing for a sales representative</title><content type='html'>A man was interviewing for a sales representative. One candidate would&lt;br /&gt;have been ideal for the position except that he had a disconcerting&lt;br /&gt;mannerism. He kept winking.&lt;br /&gt;"Look here, I'd like to give you the job, you've got good references&lt;br /&gt;and experience. The trouble is this trick you've got of winking all the&lt;br /&gt;time, it might put our customers off."&lt;br /&gt;"No worries." the candidate replied. "All I've got to do to get rid of&lt;br /&gt;it is to take a couple of aspirins."&lt;br /&gt;So saying he began emptying his pockets. The employer was startled to&lt;br /&gt;see dozens of condoms, multi coloured ones, ribbed ones, heavy duty&lt;br /&gt;varieties and every known brand of standard condom.&lt;br /&gt;"Here we are." said the rep. He swallowed two aspirins and his winking&lt;br /&gt;stopped at once.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats all very well but we couldn't hire a man who was going to be&lt;br /&gt;womanising all over his territory."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I wouldn't dream of it, I'm happily married."&lt;br /&gt;"Then how do you account for all of these things?"&lt;br /&gt;"Simple, Did you ever go into a chemist winking all the time and ask for&lt;br /&gt;a packet of aspirins?" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7738181853820969583?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7738181853820969583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7738181853820969583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7738181853820969583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7738181853820969583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-was-interviewing-for-sales.html' title='A man was interviewing for a sales representative'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-7735775085273646843</id><published>2008-11-24T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:33:23.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>When the staff goes out after work, they talk</title><content type='html'>When the staff goes out after work, they talk about football or basketball.&lt;br /&gt;When Middle management gets together, they talk about tennis or baseball.&lt;br /&gt;Top management discusses golf.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: The higher up you are in management, the smaller your balls are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-7735775085273646843?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/7735775085273646843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=7735775085273646843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7735775085273646843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/7735775085273646843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-staff-goes-out-after-work-they.html' title='When the staff goes out after work, they talk'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-6353358158674135514</id><published>2008-10-07T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:31:35.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>A well respected Doctor</title><content type='html'>A well respected Doctor and his wife were having drinks in the lobby of the theater during the opening nite of a musical during&lt;br /&gt;intermission. A blonde shimmied by that had to have had what there was of her evening gown spray painted on her curvy body.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and gushed, "Well, hello there Doc." and kept right on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment's pause, the good doctor looked at his wife and said, "Don't worry dear, that's just a young lady I know&lt;br /&gt;professionally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, his wife asked, "Hers or Yours ?" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-6353358158674135514?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/6353358158674135514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=6353358158674135514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6353358158674135514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/6353358158674135514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-respected-doctor.html' title='A well respected Doctor'/><author><name>-------</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-1028762915736739407.post-1602483441255588255</id><published>2008-10-07T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:29:31.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at work jokes'/><title type='text'>Returning from her vacation</title><content type='html'>Returning from her vacation, the young secretary was telling anyone&lt;br /&gt;   who would listen about what a fun time she had. She then asked for two&lt;br /&gt;   weeks leave in which to get married.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   "But you just had two weeks off," said the boss. "Why didn't you get&lt;br /&gt;   married then ?"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   "What and ruin my vacation ?" she whined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1028762915736739407-1602483441255588255?l=jokes-daily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/feeds/1602483441255588255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1028762915736739407&amp;postID=1602483441255588255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1602483441255588255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1028762915736739407/posts/default/1602483441255588255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-daily.blogspot.com/2008/10/returning-from-her-vacation.html' title='Returning from her vacation'/><author><name>-------</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></feed>
