<?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-22418398</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:07:38.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to laugh at</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22418398.post-6333058903246520066</id><published>2007-04-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T11:53:31.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make millions</title><content type='html'>A young man asked a rich old man how he made his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, "Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel. I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents. The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5:00 PM for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I'd accumulated a fortune of $1.35. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man paused a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then my wife's father died and left us two million dollars."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-6333058903246520066?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/6333058903246520066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=6333058903246520066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/6333058903246520066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/6333058903246520066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-make-millions.html' title='How to make millions'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-117135291567148417</id><published>2007-02-12T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T23:49:09.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NJ Guys and the State Trooper</title><content type='html'>Sorry not posting in a while - moved in to a new apartment with my girlfriend, got  a new job, lots of personal stuff over the past half year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my return joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men were driving through North Carolina when they got pulled over by a State Trooper.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The cop walked up and tapped on the window with his nightstick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The driver rolled down the window and "WHACK," the cop smacked him in the head with his nightstick&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"What was that for?" the driver asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"You're in North Carolina, son," the trooper answered. "When we pull you over in North Carolina, you better have your license ready by the time we get to your car."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, officer, " the driver said, "I'm from New Jersey and didn't know your laws here."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The trooper runs a check on the guy's license--he's clean and gives the guy his license back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The trooper then walks around to the passenger side and taps on the window.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The passenger rolls down the window and "WHACK," the trooper smacks him on the head with the nightstick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"What'd you do that for?" the passenger demands.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Just making your wish come true," replied the trooper.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Making WHAT wish come true?" the passenger asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Because I know you New Jersey Guys," the trooper says, "two miles down the road you're gonna turn to your buddy and say 'I wish that asshole would've tried that shit with me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-117135291567148417?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/117135291567148417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=117135291567148417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/117135291567148417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/117135291567148417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2007/02/nj-guys-and-state-trooper.html' title='NJ Guys and the State Trooper'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-116034954846925519</id><published>2006-10-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:19:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/pantyhose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/pantyhose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q. How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose? Now, think about it before you answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Keep thinking about it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... No, you're not giving this anywhere near enough thought ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ready? Okie, here's the multi-part answer:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 10 little piggies (also known as toes), and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Two calves, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One ass, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. An unknown number of hares (I warned you to think about it, dammit!) and, of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One pussy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-116034954846925519?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/116034954846925519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=116034954846925519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/116034954846925519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/116034954846925519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-many-animals-can-you-fit-into-pair.html' title='How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose?'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-115561952804366149</id><published>2006-08-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:25:59.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little old lady is walking down the street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/bag-lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/bag-lady.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old lady is walking down the street, dragging two plastic garbage bags with her, one in each hand. There is a hole in one of the bags, and every once in a while a $20 bill is flying out of it onto the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing this, a policeman stops her - "Ma'am, there are $20 bills falling out of that bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn" says the little old lady - "I'd better go back and see if I can still find some.  Thanks for the warning.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Well, now, not so fast, " says the cop.  "How did you get all that money?  Did you steal it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no," says the little old lady.  "You see, my back yard backs up to the parking lot of the football stadium.  Each time there is a game, a lot of fans come and pee in the bushes, right into my flowerbeds. So, I stand behind the bushes with a big hedge clipper, and each time someone sticks his little thingie through the bushes, I say, "$20 or off it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, not a bad idea" laughs the cop.  OK, good luck.  By the way, what's in the other bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well says the little lady - "not all of them pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-115561952804366149?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/115561952804366149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=115561952804366149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/115561952804366149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/115561952804366149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/08/little-old-lady-is-walking-down-street.html' title='A little old lady is walking down the street'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-115138656410381105</id><published>2006-06-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:36:04.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old woman - young woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/old-woman-toad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/old-woman-toad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Married 25 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said, "Honey, 25 years ago we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed, and watched a 10-inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 25-year old blonde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, we have a nice house, nice car, big bed, and plasma screen TV, but I'm sleeping with a 50-year old woman. It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/pool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wife is a very reasonable woman. She told me to go out and find a hot 25-year old blonde, and she would make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car, and sleeping on a sofa bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-115138656410381105?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/115138656410381105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=115138656410381105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/115138656410381105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/115138656410381105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/06/old-woman-young-woman.html' title='old woman - young woman'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-115112313031457293</id><published>2006-06-23T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:25:30.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quarter a shot</title><content type='html'>As a painless way to save money, a young couple agreed that every time they made love the husband would put his pocket change into a piggy bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, during a particularly athletic session of love-making, he knocked the bank off the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit the floor and shattered. To his surprise, among the coins was a handful of bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's with the paper money?" he asked his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," she replied, "not everyone's as cheap as you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-115112313031457293?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/115112313031457293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=115112313031457293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/115112313031457293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/115112313031457293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/06/quarter-shot.html' title='a quarter a shot'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114973162350261210</id><published>2006-06-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:40:30.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lena is pregnant with Ole's child</title><content type='html'>Lena is pregnant with Ole's child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night, Lena vakes Ole and says, "I tink its time!"&lt;br /&gt;So Ole fired up the Yohn Deere tractor and took her to the hospital to have their first baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a little boy, and the doctor looked over at Ole and said, "A son!&lt;br /&gt;Ain't dat great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vell, Ole got excited by dis, but yust den the doctor spoke up and&lt;br /&gt;said, "Hold on! We ain't finished yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor den held up a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hey, Ole! You got you a daughter!"&lt;br /&gt;She's a pretty little ting, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole got kind of puzzled by this, and then the doctor said, "Holey Moley Ole, we still ain't done yet!"&lt;br /&gt;The doctor then delivered another boy and said, "Ole, you yust had yourself another boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole was flabbergasted by this news! A couple days later, Ole brought Lena and their three children home in the self-propelled combine. He was real serious and he asked Lena, "How come we got tree on the first try?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/3-in-1-oil.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/3-in-1-oil.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lena said, "You remember dat night we ran out of Vaseline and you vent out in the garage and got dat dere 3-in-1 Oil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole said, "Yeah, I do. Uffda! It's a damn good ting I didn't get the&lt;br /&gt;WD-40!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114973162350261210?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114973162350261210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114973162350261210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114973162350261210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114973162350261210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/06/lena-is-pregnant-with-oles-child.html' title='Lena is pregnant with Ole&apos;s child'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114849171167064695</id><published>2006-05-24T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:28:31.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy in Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/kaile_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/kaile_sm.jpg" border="5" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long night of making love, he notices a photo of another man on her night stand by the bed. He begins to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this your husband?" he nervously asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your boyfriend, then?" he continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not at all," she says, nibbling away at his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it your dad or your brother?" he inquires, hoping to be reassured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, no!!!" she answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, who in the HELL is he, then?" he demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's me before the surgery."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114849171167064695?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114849171167064695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114849171167064695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114849171167064695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114849171167064695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/05/guy-in-photo.html' title='Guy in Photo'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114762700197326954</id><published>2006-05-14T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T10:16:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/prostitute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/prostitute.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cursed her.&lt;br /&gt;Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....dad....I became a &lt;br /&gt;prostitute...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for $5 million."&lt;br /&gt;"For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club....(takes a breath)....and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute dad!" Sniff, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old man a hug."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114762700197326954?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114762700197326954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114762700197326954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114762700197326954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114762700197326954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/05/simple-misunderstanding.html' title='A simple misunderstanding'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114720219918854246</id><published>2006-05-09T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:16:39.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD PUN IS ITS OWN RE-WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/relox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/relox.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energizer Bunny arrested - charged with battery. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A pessimist's blood type is always b-negative. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Practice safe eating - always use condiments. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A Freudian slip is when you say one thing but mean your mother. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I used to work in a blanket factory, but it folded. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A hangover is the wrath of grapes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Corduroy pillows are making headlines. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is a book on voyeurism a peeping tome? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sea captains don't like crew cuts. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Does the name Pavlov ring a bell? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A successful diet is the triumph of mind over platter. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A gossip is someone with a great sense of rumor. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Without geometry, life is pointless. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you dream in color, it's a pigment of your imagination. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reading while sunbathing makes you well-red. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dijon vu - the same mustard as before. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A bicycle can't stand on its own because it is two-tired. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's the definition of a will? (Come on, it's a dead giveaway!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A backwards poet writes inverse. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In democracy your vote counts.  In feudalism, your count votes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you don't pay your exorcist, you get repossessed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft, and I'll show you a flat minor. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Every calendar's days are numbered. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A lot of money is tainted. It taint yours and it taint mine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He had a photographic memory that was never developed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The short fortuneteller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Those who jump off a Paris bridge are in Seine. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When an actress saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Acupuncture is a jab well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114720219918854246?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114720219918854246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114720219918854246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114720219918854246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114720219918854246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-pun-is-its-own-re-word.html' title='A GOOD PUN IS ITS OWN RE-WORD'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114646516521616930</id><published>2006-04-30T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:32:45.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorist Detector</title><content type='html'>IN THE NAME OF &amp; SUPPORT OF PATRIOTISM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that it is a sin for an Islamic male to see any woman other than his wife naked, and that he must commit suicide if he does.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next Sunday at 4:00 PM Eastern time, all American women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any neighborhood terrorists.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00163.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00160.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circling your block for one hour is recommended for this anti terrorist effort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00157.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00154.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in front of their house to prove they are not terrorists, and to demonstrate that they think it's okay to see nude women other than their wife and to show support for all American women.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the Koran also does not approve of alcohol, a cold six-pack at your side is further proof of your anti-terrorist sentiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00145.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00142.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Government appreciates your efforts to root out terrorists and applauds your participation in this anti terrorist activity.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00136.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICAN WOMEN!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/ATT00166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/320/ATT00166.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY TO PASS THIS ON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114646516521616930?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114646516521616930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114646516521616930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114646516521616930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114646516521616930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/terrorist-detector.html' title='Terrorist Detector'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114606850941850901</id><published>2006-04-26T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:21:49.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tampon Lineup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/e-tampon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/e-tampon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary easily identified the young man who licked her furiously between her legs at a frat party on the night of April 24th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114606850941850901?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114606850941850901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114606850941850901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114606850941850901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114606850941850901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/tampon-lineup.html' title='The Tampon Lineup'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114575205684667131</id><published>2006-04-22T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:27:36.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legless Parrot</title><content type='html'>A guy is browsing in a pet shop and sees a parrot sitting on a little perch. It doesn't have any feet or legs. The guy says aloud, "Jeesh, I wonder what happened to this parrot?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot says, "I was born this way. I'm a defective parrot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crap," the guy replies. "You actually understood and answered me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got every word," says the parrot. "I happen to be a highly intelligent thoroughly educated bird." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah?" the guy asks, "Then answer this -- how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the parrot says, "this is very embarrassing but since you asked, I wrap my weenie around this wooden bar like a little hook. You can't see it because of my feathers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," says the guy. "You really can understand and speak English can't you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I speak both Spanish and English, and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy. I'm especially good at ornithology. You really ought to buy me. I'd be a great companion." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy looks at the $20000 price tag. "Sorry, but I just can't afford that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pssssssst," says the parrot, "I'm defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me cause I don't have any feet. You can probably get me for $20; just make the guy an offer!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy offers $20 and walks out with the parrot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks go by. The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humor, he's interesting, he's a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathizes, and he's insightful. The guy is delighted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot goes, "Psssssssssssst," and motions him over with one wing. "I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but it's about your wife and the postman." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about?" asks the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the postman delivered the mail today, your wife greeted him at the door in a sheer black nightie." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT???" the guy asks incredulously. "THEN what happened?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then the postman came into the house and lifted up her nightie and began petting her all over," reported the parrot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" he exclaims. "And she let him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.  Then he continued taking off the nightie! , got down on his knees and began to kiss her all over...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the frantic guy demands, "THEN WHAT HAPPENED?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damned if I know. I got a hard-on and fell off my perch!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114575205684667131?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114575205684667131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114575205684667131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114575205684667131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114575205684667131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/legless-parrot.html' title='Legless Parrot'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114574586099978978</id><published>2006-04-22T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:44:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three things</title><content type='html'>Consider These 3 Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Zero Gravity&lt;br /&gt;When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that ball-point pens would not work in zero gravity.  To combat this problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion developing a pen that writes in zero gravity, upside-down, on almost any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below freezing to over 300 C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russians used a pencil.  Your taxes are due again--enjoy paying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Our Constitution&lt;br /&gt;"They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why don't we just give them ours?   It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it's worked for over 200 years and hell, we're not using it anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Ten Commandments&lt;br /&gt;The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments in a Courthouse is that you cannot post "Thou Shalt Not Steal," "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery" and "Thou Shall Not Lie" in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians!   It creates a hostile work environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114574586099978978?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114574586099978978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114574586099978978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114574586099978978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114574586099978978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/three-things.html' title='Three things'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114549893496118764</id><published>2006-04-19T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:08:54.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Scam</title><content type='html'>Latest scam, and this one is real. Be careful. I am a victim of the latest scam which is happening in the Wal-Mart parking lots. Two good looking young women come to your car as you are parking. One starts wiping your windshield with a rag and the other comes to your window and bends over so far her breasts just about fall out of her top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're distracted, the other one lets herself in the back-seat. Then both are begging you for a ride home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be very wary, because as soon as you start driving, one of them will take off her shirt and rub her breasts on you while the other climbs over the seat and unzips your pants. This is when they steal your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was robbed last Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday &lt;br /&gt;and Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find them on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114549893496118764?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114549893496118764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114549893496118764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114549893496118764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114549893496118764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/latest-scam.html' title='Latest Scam'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114495008656032965</id><published>2006-04-13T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T10:41:26.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Up dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/9318smiffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/9318smiffy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy goes in an adult store and asks for an inflatable doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy behind the counter says, "Male or female?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer says, "Female"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter guy asks, "Black or white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer says, "White"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter guy asks, "Christian or Muslim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer says, "What the hell does religion have to do with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counter guy says, "The Muslim one blows itself up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114495008656032965?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114495008656032965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114495008656032965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114495008656032965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114495008656032965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/blow-up-dolls.html' title='Blow Up dolls'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22418398.post-114472066596701506</id><published>2006-04-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:57:46.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive Wines</title><content type='html'>I was at a friends house recently and he gave me a glass of wine. It was sooooo good. I wrote down the name and vintage and stopped by the wine store the next day to pick up a bottle. When they told me it was twenty-five dollars a bottle I was going to opt for something in the ten to fifteen dollar range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then the shop owner explained to me with a chart why some wines are much more expensive and after he explained it to me I bought two bottles of the more expensive wine. I asked him for a copy of his chart so I could share it online. If you like a good glass of wine and have shied away from the more expensive labels this presentation should convince you as to why it is more pleasurable to go for the more expensive brands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/wine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114472066596701506?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114472066596701506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114472066596701506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114472066596701506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114472066596701506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/expensive-wines.html' title='Expensive Wines'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114420077710924431</id><published>2006-04-04T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:32:57.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Ass Size Study</title><content type='html'>Women's Ass Size Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new study just released by the American Psychiatric Association about women and how they feel about their asses.&lt;br /&gt;The results are pretty interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  85% of women surveyed feel their ass is too big.&lt;br /&gt;2.  10% of women surveyed feel their ass is too small.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The remaining 5% say they don't care; they love him; he's a good man and they would have married him anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/slob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/slob.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114420077710924431?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114420077710924431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114420077710924431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114420077710924431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114420077710924431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/04/womens-ass-size-study.html' title='Women&apos;s Ass Size Study'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114383716492446409</id><published>2006-03-31T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:32:44.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy</title><content type='html'>God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father asked, "Why did you say good-bye grandpa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do."The next day grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence. A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers which went like this:"God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy, and goodbye Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the grandmother died. Oh my gosh, thought thefather, this kid is in contact with the other side. Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say:"God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all  day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.  He felt safe in the office so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch, and jumping at every sound. Finally  midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got home his wife said "I've never seen you work solate, what's the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to talk about it, I've just spent the worst day of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You think you had a bad day, you'll never believe what happened to me. This morning the milkman dropped dead on our porch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114383716492446409?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114383716492446409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114383716492446409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114383716492446409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114383716492446409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-bless-mommy-god-bless-daddy.html' title='God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114369967313643115</id><published>2006-03-29T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:18:26.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Cowboy Drinking Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/cowboy_shooting_one_gun_lg_wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/cowboy_shooting_one_gun_lg_wm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mexican drinks his beer and suddenly throws his glass in the air, pulls out his pistol and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, "In México our glasses so cheap we don't need to drink from the same glass twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Iraqi, obviously impressed by this, drinks his beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his AK-47 and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, "In Iraqi we have so much sand to make glasses that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arizona boy, cool as a cucumber, picks up his beer and drinks it, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the Mexican and the Iraqi, and catches his glass. He says, "In America we have so many illegal Mexicans and Arabs that we don't have to drink with the same ones twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican and Muslim immigrants are discussed in &lt;a href="http://plancksconstant.org/blog1/2006/03/let_all_100_million_mexicans_c.html"&gt;let_all_100_million_mexicans_come_into_America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114369967313643115?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114369967313643115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114369967313643115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114369967313643115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114369967313643115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/arizona-cowboy-drinking-rule.html' title='Arizona Cowboy Drinking Rule'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114308672683694638</id><published>2006-03-22T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:05:26.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are not always as they seem</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were two brothers. One brother was very mischievous, always getting into trouble. The other brother, however, was very good. He was always kind to animals, helped elderly neighbors, and led an exemplary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, the brothers stayed in touch but were never close. The evil brother became a heavy drinker and a womanizer. The other brother was a devoted husband and father and supported many charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the evil brother died. Then, after a few years, the good brother passed away. He went to heaven and was rewarded with a happy afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he went to God and asked, "Where is my brother? He died before me, but I have not seen him here in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied, "As you know, your brother led an evil life, so he is not pending eternity here in heaven. He has been sent elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to hear that", the good brother replied. "But I do miss him. And wish I could see him again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can see him if you wish", God said. "I will give you the power to gaze into hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the power was granted and the good brother gazed into hell. Before long he saw his brother sitting on a bench. In one arm he held a keg of beer, and in the other he cradled a gorgeous young blond. The good brother turned to God and said, "I can't believe what I'm seeing. I have found my brother, and he has a keg of beer in one arm and a beautiful woman in the other. Surely, hell cannot be that bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God explained. "Things are not always as they seem. The keg has a hole in it. The blond doesn't."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114308672683694638?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114308672683694638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114308672683694638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114308672683694638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114308672683694638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-are-not-always-as-they-seem.html' title='Things are not always as they seem'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114295281457088696</id><published>2006-03-21T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:06:40.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This should insult everyone</title><content type='html'>What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball?&lt;br /&gt;Juan on Juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over?&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do attorneys use for birth control?&lt;br /&gt;Their personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife?&lt;br /&gt;10 years and 45 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband?&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the fastest way to a man's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Through his chest with a sharp knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men want to marry virgins?&lt;br /&gt;They can't stand criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?&lt;br /&gt;Because those men already have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?&lt;br /&gt;After a year, the dog is still excited to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;br /&gt;The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a porcupine and BMW?&lt;br /&gt;A porcupine has the pricks on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Mike Tyson cry during sex?&lt;br /&gt;Mace will do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did OJ Simpson want to move to West Virginia?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the same DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?&lt;br /&gt;Breasts don't have eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do drivers' education classes in Redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays?&lt;br /&gt;Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does an Irish family go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;A different bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the Chinese couple that had a retarded baby?&lt;br /&gt;They named him "Sum Ting Wong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other?&lt;br /&gt;A speech impediment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when the flag at the Post Office is flying at half-mast?&lt;br /&gt;They're hiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo?&lt;br /&gt;A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with... "a recipe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F word? Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale?&lt;br /&gt;A northern fairytale begins "Once upon a time ." -A southern fairytale begins "Y'all ain'tgonnabelievethisshit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there no Disneyland in China?&lt;br /&gt;No one's tall enough to go on the good rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a dog and a fox?&lt;br /&gt;6 Beers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114295281457088696?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114295281457088696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114295281457088696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114295281457088696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114295281457088696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-should-insult-everyone.html' title='This should insult everyone'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114265805653421119</id><published>2006-03-17T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:02:02.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three little ducks go into a Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/puddles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/puddles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/puddles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/puddles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/puddles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/puddles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three little ducks go into a Bar..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say, what's your name?" the bartender asked the first duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huey," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's your day been, Huey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?" said Huey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. That's nice," said the bartender. He turned to the second duck, "Hi,and what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dewey," came the answer from duck number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how's your day been, Dewey! ?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great. Lovely day. I've had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all day myself. What else could a duck want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender turned to the third duck and said, "So, you must be Louie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she said, batting her eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Puddles."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114265805653421119?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114265805653421119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114265805653421119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114265805653421119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114265805653421119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-little-ducks-go-into-bar.html' title='Three little ducks go into a Bar'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114253080404852248</id><published>2006-03-16T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:12:51.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Irish Drinking Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/polni2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/polni2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cop pulls him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," says the cop to the driver, where have ya been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, thank heavens," sighs the drunk. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door."Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda." There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Brenda... no. In fact, he got out three times to pee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears. He says, "So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Oh, Father, I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, "Oh, Mary, that's terrible. Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "That he did, Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, "What did he ask,Mary? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, He said, 'Please Mary, put down that damn gun...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth, sits down but says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the drunk continues to sit there. Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall. The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114253080404852248?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114253080404852248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114253080404852248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114253080404852248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114253080404852248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-irish-drinking-humor.html' title='A little Irish Drinking Humor'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114246718129605749</id><published>2006-03-15T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:12:36.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland Declares WAR on France</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/bha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/bha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacques Chirac, The French President, is sitting in his office when his telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallo, Mr. Chirac!" a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy Down at the Harp Pub in County Clare, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on ye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Paddy," Chirac replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right now," says Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is meself, me Cousin Sean, me next door neighbour Seamus, and the entire darts team from the pub. That makes eight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirac paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100,000 men in my army waiting to move on my command."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Begoora!" says Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back." Sure enough, the next day, Paddy calls again. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on. We have managed to get us some infantry equipment!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what equipment would that be Paddy?" Chirac asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor," answers Paddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirac sighs amused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 6,000 tanks and 5,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I have increased my army to 150,000 since we last spoke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saints preserve us!" says Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you." Sure enough, Paddy rings again the next day. "Mr. Chirac, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We have modified Jackie McLaughlin's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Pub have joined us as well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirac was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 100 bombers and 200 fighter planes. My military bases are surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I have increased my army to 200,000!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" says Paddy, "I will have to ring you back." Sure enough, Paddy calls again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr. Chirac! I am sorry to inform you that we have had to call off the war."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I am sorry to hear that," says Chirac. "Why the sudden change of heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says Paddy, "we had a long chat over a few jars of Guinness, and decided there is no fooking way we can feed 200,000 prisoners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114246718129605749?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114246718129605749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114246718129605749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114246718129605749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114246718129605749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/ireland-declares-war-on-france.html' title='Ireland Declares WAR on France'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114160618152460281</id><published>2006-03-05T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:05:41.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujibar and Customer Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/unknown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; width=350px; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2044/2127/1600/unknown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujibar was trying to get a job in India. &lt;br /&gt;The Personnel Manager said, "Mujibar, you have passed all the tests, except one. Unless you pass it you cannot qualify for this job."&lt;br /&gt;Mujibar said, "I am ready." &lt;br /&gt;The manager said, "Make a sentence using the words Yellow, Pink and Green." &lt;br /&gt;Mujibar thought for a few minutes and said, "Mister manager, I am ready." &lt;br /&gt;The manager said, "Go ahead." &lt;br /&gt;Mujibar said, "The telephone goes green, green, green, and I pink it up, and say, 'Yellow, this is Mujibar.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujibar now works as a technician at a call center for computer problems.  No doubt you have spoken to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114160618152460281?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114160618152460281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114160618152460281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114160618152460281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114160618152460281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/mujibar-and-customer-service.html' title='Mujibar and Customer Service'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114142774707579951</id><published>2006-03-03T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:48:59.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUGGESTED CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT IN 2008</title><content type='html'>Here we are already discussing the future President of the United States in the Year 2008. Well, I have my own candidate and I'm sure that once you know who I'm for, you will also agree. For those of you who would like another choice for President, I have the best solution: It is probably time we have a woman as President. My choice, and I hope yours as well, is a very special Lady that has all the answers to our problems. PLEASE give it a thought when you have a moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/120x120-davesdaily2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/400/120x120-davesdaily2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAXINE FOR PRESIDENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine on "Driver Safety" "I can't use the cell phone in the car. I have to keep my hands free for making gestures.".......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine on "Life" "Life is like an oven. It burns my ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine on "Housework" " I do my housework in the nude. It gives me an incentive to clean the mirrors as quickly as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine on "Lawn Care" "The key to a nice-looking lawn is a good mower. I recommend one who is muscular and shirtless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine on "The Perfect Man" "All I'm looking for is a guy who'll do what I want, when I want, for as long as I want, and then go away. Or wait nearby, like a Dust Buster, charged up and ready when needed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine on "Technology Revolution" "My idea of rebooting is kicking somebody in the butt twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine on "Aging" "Take every birthday with a grain of salt. This works much better if the salt accompanies a Margarita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling you ... she's the perfect candidate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget, November 2008: VOTE FOR MAXINE FOR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. There's no one better for the job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114142774707579951?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114142774707579951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114142774707579951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114142774707579951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114142774707579951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/suggested-candidate-for-president-in.html' title='SUGGESTED CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT IN 2008'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114141390639967797</id><published>2006-03-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:06:12.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An American in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/frenchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/frenchy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American is having breakfast, in Paris, one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam) when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him. The American ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenchman: "You American folk eat the whole bread??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American (in a bad mood): "Of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble) "We don't. In France, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to the states." The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American listens in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frenchman persists: "Do you eat jelly with the bread??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American: "Of Course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenchman: (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't. In France we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds, and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam, and sell the jam to the states."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of silence, The American then asks: "Do you have sex in France?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenchman: "Why of course we do", he says with a big smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American: "And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frenchman: "We throw them away, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American: "We don't. In America, we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum, and sell them to France."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114141390639967797?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114141390639967797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114141390639967797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114141390639967797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114141390639967797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/american-in-paris.html' title='An American in Paris'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114133199155208146</id><published>2006-03-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:14:10.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now older and wiser</title><content type='html'>When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/16yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/16yr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/25yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/25yr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition. When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/tn_samantha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/tn_samantha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now older and wiser, and am looking for a girl with big tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114133199155208146?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114133199155208146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114133199155208146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114133199155208146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114133199155208146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-now-older-and-wiser.html' title='I am now older and wiser'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114100779513216829</id><published>2006-02-26T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:19:09.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sex since 1955</title><content type='html'>NO SEX SINCE 1955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crusty old Sergeant Major found himself at a gala event, hosted by a Local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely young, Idealistic ladies in attendance, one of who approached the Sergeant Major for conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very Serious Man. is something bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Negative, ma'am," the Sergeant Major ! said, "Just serious by nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, "It looks like you have seen a lot of action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeant Major's short reply was, "Yes, ma'am, a lot of action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, "You know, you should lighten up a little. relax and enjoy yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeant Major just stared at her in his serious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young lady said, "You know, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when is the last time you had sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeant Major looked at her and replied, "1955."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Well, there you are. You really need to chill out and quit taking everything so seriously! I mean, no sex since 1955! She took his hand and led him to a private room where she proceeded to "relax" him several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/MilitaryTimePlutoCastSurpriseSept2005LE500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/MilitaryTimePlutoCastSurpriseSept2005LE500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards, and panting for breath, she leaned against his bare chest and said, "Wow, you sure didn't forget much since 1955!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeant Major, glancing at his watch, said in his matter-of-fact voice, "I hope not, it's only 2130 now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114100779513216829?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114100779513216829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114100779513216829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114100779513216829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114100779513216829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-sex-since-1955.html' title='No Sex since 1955'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114093777337616036</id><published>2006-02-25T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:19:54.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/prick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/prick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in history they were able to make a scan of the male brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114093777337616036?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114093777337616036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114093777337616036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114093777337616036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114093777337616036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/02/medical-breakthrough.html' title='Medical Breakthrough'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-114080053759626108</id><published>2006-02-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:22:00.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokeback mountain</title><content type='html'>A rugged cowboy from &lt;a href="http://plancksconstant.org/blog1/2006/01/christian_taliban_attacks_holl.html"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/a&gt;, Wyoming, goes into the doctor's office and has some tests run. The doctor comes back and says, "I am not going to beat around the bush, You have AIDS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy tugs at his Stetson and sets his jaw and says, "Doc, what can I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, "I want you to go home and eat 5 pounds of spicy sausage, a head of cabbage, 20 un-peeled carrots drenched in hot sauce, 10 Jalapeno peppers, 40 walnuts and 40 peanuts, 1/2 box of Grape nuts cereal, and top it off with a gallon of prune juice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy squares his rugged shoulders and asks, "Will that cure me, Doc?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, but it should leave you with a better understanding of what your ass is for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-114080053759626108?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/114080053759626108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=114080053759626108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114080053759626108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/114080053759626108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/02/brokeback-mountain.html' title='brokeback mountain'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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-22418398.post-113987889782621737</id><published>2006-02-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:28:28.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Doctors were talking one day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/1600/778452250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7335/2239/320/778452250.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three doctors were discussing the operation of siamese twins joined at the head and were trying to impress each other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them said, "I'm the best surgeon in New York. In my favorite case, a concert pianist lost seven fingers in an accident, I reattached them, and 8 months later he performed a private concert for the Queen of England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second surgeon said. "Well, I'm the best surgeon in California and that's nothing. A young man lost an arm and both legs in an accident, I reattached them, and 2 years later he won a gold medal in track and field events in the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The third surgeon said, "You guys are amateurs. "I'm the best surgeon in Arkansas and several years ago a woman was high on cocaine and marijuana and she rode a horse head-on into a train traveling 80 miles an hour. All I had left to work with was this woman's blonde hair and the horse's ass. I was able to put them together and now she's a senator from New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"&gt;fun&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/funny" rel="tag"&gt;funny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"&gt;humor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/images" rel="tag"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jokes" rel="tag"&gt;jokes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/laugh" rel="tag"&gt;laugh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photo" rel="tag"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22418398-113987889782621737?l=nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/feeds/113987889782621737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22418398&amp;postID=113987889782621737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/113987889782621737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22418398/posts/default/113987889782621737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuffin2laughat.blogspot.com/2006/02/three-doctors-were-talking-one-day.html' title='Three Doctors were talking one day....'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05547633760970696556</uri><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>
