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<title>Bad Doctor News</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 03:12:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Doctor News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor&amp;#39;s office.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his checkup, the doctor called the wife into his office alone. He said, &amp;quot;Your husband is suffering from a very severe stress disorder. If you don&amp;#39;t do the following, your husband will surely die.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast. Be pleasant at all times. For lunch make him a nutritious meal. For dinner prepare an especially nice meal for him. Don&amp;#39;t burden him with chores. Don&amp;#39;t discuss your problems with him, it will only make his stress worse. No nagging. And most importantly, make love with your husband several times a week. If you can do this for the next 10 months to a year, I think your husband will regain his health completely.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, the husband asked his wife. &amp;quot;What did the doctor say?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;He said you&amp;#39;re going to die,&amp;quot; she replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Snoring Problems</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 03:10:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snoring Problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple has a dog that snores. Annoyed because she cant sleep, the wife goes to the vet to see if he can help. The vet tells the woman to tie a ribbon around the dog&amp;#39;s testicles and he will stop snoring. &amp;quot;Yeah, right,&amp;quot; she says.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after going to bed, the dog begins snoring as usual. The wife tosses and turns, unable to sleep. Muttering to herself, she goes to the closet and grabs a piece of ribbon and ties it carefully around the dog&amp;#39;s testicles. Sure enough, the dog stops snoring. The woman is amazed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, her husband returns home drunk from being out with his buddies. He climbs into bed, falls asleep, and begins snoring loudly. The woman thinks maybe the ribbon will work on him. So she goes to the closet again, grabs a piece of ribbon, and carefully ties it around her husband&amp;#39;s testicles. Amazingly, it also works on him! The woman sleeps soundly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the husband wakes up hung over. He stumbles into the bathroom. As he stands in front of the toilet, he glances in the mirror and sees a blue ribbon attached to his privates. He is very confused, and as he walks back into the bedroom, he sees a red ribbon attached to his dog&amp;#39;s testicles. He shakes his head and looks at the dog and says, &amp;quot;Boy, I don&amp;#39;t remember where we were or what we did, but, by God, we got first and second place.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Sign Language</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 00:06:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign Language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man is doing yard work and his wife is about to take a shower. The man realizes that he can&amp;#39;t find the rake. He yells up to his wife, &amp;quot;Where is the rake?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She can&amp;#39;t hear him and shouts back, &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; The man first points to his eye, then points to his knee and finally makes a raking motion. The wife is not sure and says, &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; The man repeats his gestures, mouthing &amp;quot;EYE KNEE - THE RAKE.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wife replies that she understands and signals back. She first points to her eye, next she points to her left breast, then she points to her butt, and finally to her crotch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there is no way in hell the man can even come close on that one. Exasperated, he goes upstairs and asks her &amp;quot;What in the heck was that?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She replies, &amp;quot;EYE - LEFT TIT - BEHIND - THE BUSH&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>A good clean joke</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 01:53:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; color: purple&quot;&gt;A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him. &amp;nbsp;The waitress asks them for their orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, &amp;#39;A hamburger, fries and a coke,&amp;#39; and turns to the ostrich, &amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s yours?&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ll have the same,&amp;#39; says the ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later the waitress returns with the order &amp;#39;That will be $9.40 please,&amp;#39; and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, &amp;#39;A hamburger, fries and a coke.&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ostrich says, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ll have the same.&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This becomes routine until the two enter again. &amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;The usual?&amp;#39; asks the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and a salad,&amp;#39; &amp;nbsp;says the man.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Same,&amp;#39; says the ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, &amp;#39;That will be &amp;nbsp;$32.62.&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. &amp;#39;Excuse me, sir. &amp;nbsp;How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Well,&amp;#39; says the man, &amp;#39;several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. &amp;nbsp;When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. &amp;nbsp;My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s brilliant!&amp;#39; says the waitress. &amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you&amp;#39;ll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;nbs p;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s right. &amp;nbsp;Whether it&amp;#39;s a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there,&amp;#39; says the man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress asks, &amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s with the ostrich?&amp;#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sighs, pauses and answers, &amp;nbsp;&amp;#39;My second wish was for a tall chick with a big butt and long legs who agrees with everything I say.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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<title>Nursing Home</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 23:43:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nursing Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two old ladies, Sunny and Tina, were outside their nursing home having a smoke, when it started to rain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina pulled out a condom, cut off the end, put it over her cigarette, and continued smoking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s that?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: &amp;quot;A condom.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny: &amp;quot;Where&amp;#39;d you get it?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: &amp;quot;You can get them at any chemist&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Sunny hobbled into the local chemist and announced to the pharmacist that she wanted to buy a pack of condoms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy looked at her strangely (she was, after all, in her eighties), but politely asked what brand she preferred.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Doesn&amp;#39;t matter,&amp;quot; she replied, &amp;quot;as long as it fits on a Camel.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist fainted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Wrong Email</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 01:44:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong E-Mail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Mr. Steve Johnson, a businessman from Wisconsin, went on a business trip to Louisiana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately sent an e-mail back home to his wife, Jennifer. Unfortunately, he mistyped a letter, and the e-mail ended up going to a Mrs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Joan Johnson, the wife of a preacher who had just passed away. The preacher&amp;#39;s wife took one look at the e-mail and promptly fainted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When she was finally revived, she nervously pointed to the message, which read: &amp;quot;Arrived safely, but it sure is hot down here.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Christmas Morning Surprise</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 00:17:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Morning Surprise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Herman and Martha were happily married for nearly forty years. The only friction in their marriage was caused by the husband&amp;#39;s habit of breaking wind nearly every morning as he awoke. The noise would always wake up Martha and the smell would cause her eyes to water as she would choke and gasp for air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nearly every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping one in the morning. Herman told her that he couldn&amp;#39;t help it. She begged him to visit a doctor to see if anything could be done, but the husband wouldn&amp;#39;t hear of it. He told her that it was just a natural bodily function, and then he would laugh in her face as she tried to wave the fumes away with her hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She told him that there was nothing natural about it and if he didn&amp;#39;t stop, he was one day going to &amp;quot;fart his guts out&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The years went by and Martha continued to suffer and Herman continued to ignore her warnings about &amp;quot;farting his guts out&amp;quot; until one Christmas morning. Before dawn, Martha went downstairs to prepare the family feast. She fixed Christmas pudding, mashed potatoes, gravy and of course a turkey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While she was taking out the turkey&amp;#39;s innards, a thought occurred to the wife as to how she might solve her husband&amp;#39;s problem. With a devilish grin on her face, she placed the turkey guts into a bowl and quietly walked upstairs hours before her flatulent husband would awake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While he was still soundly asleep, she pulled back the covers and then gently pulled back her husband&amp;#39;s jockey shorts. She then placed all of the turkey guts into her husband&amp;#39;s underwear, pulled them up, replaced the covers and tiptoed back downstairs to finish preparing the family meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several hours later she heard Herman awake with normal loud ass trumpeting. This was soon followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as her husband ran to the upstairs bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Martha could not control herself and her eyes began to tear up as she rolled on the floor laughing. After years of putting up with him she had finally gotten even.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About twenty minutes later, Herman came downstairs in his blood stained underpants with a look of horror in his eyes. She bit her lip to keep from laughing and she asked him what was the matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Honey,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You were right, all those years you warned me and I didn&amp;#39;t listen to you&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; asked Martha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well you always told me that I would end up farting my guts out one of these days and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God and these two fingers, I think I got &amp;#39;em all back in.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Marriage</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 00:14:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man and a woman, who have never met before, but are both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train. Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper bunk and she in the lower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 AM, the man leaned over and gently woke the woman saying, &amp;quot;Ma&amp;#39;am, I&amp;#39;m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I&amp;#39;m awfully cold.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I have a better idea,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;Just for tonight, let&amp;#39;s pretend that we&amp;#39;re married.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Wow! That&amp;#39;s a great idea!&amp;quot; he exclaimed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Good,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;Get your own damn blanket!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of silence, he farted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Revenge</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 03:26:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet, rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does she begins to gently caress his full beard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Are you the manager?&amp;quot; she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Actually, no,&amp;quot; the man replied. &amp;quot;Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him&amp;quot; she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m afraid I can&amp;#39;t,&amp;quot; breathes the bartender. &amp;quot;Is there anything I can do?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,&amp;quot; she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender&amp;#39;s lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What should I tell him?&amp;quot; the bartender manages to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Tell him,&amp;quot; she whispers &amp;quot;there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the women&amp;#39;s bathroom....&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Grandma Loves Oranges</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 03:21:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma Loves Oranges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A young teenaged girl was a prostitute and, for obvious reasons, kept it a secret from her Grandma. One day, the police raided a brothel and arrested a group of prostitutes, including the young girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prostitutes were instructed to line up in a straight line on the sidewalk. Well, who should be walking in the neighborhood, but little old Grandma. The young girl became frantic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Grandma noticed her young granddaughter and asked curiously, &amp;quot;What are you lining up for dear?&amp;quot; Not willing to let grandma in on her secret, the young girl said that some people were giving out free oranges and that she was lining up for some.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mmmm, sounds lovely,&amp;quot; said Grandma, &amp;quot;I think I&amp;#39;ll have some myself,&amp;quot; she continued as she made her way to the back of the line. A police officer made his way down the line, questioning all of the prostitutes. When he got to Grandma at the end of the line, he was bewildered. &amp;quot;But, you&amp;#39;re so old, how do you do it?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma replied,&amp;quot; Oh, it&amp;#39;s quite easy sonny, I just remove my dentures and suck &amp;#39;em dry.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Windows</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Windows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;There are three engineers in a car; an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer and a Microsoft engineer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Suddenly the car just stops by the side of the road, and the three engineers look at each other wondering what could be wrong.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault might have occurred.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical engineeer, not knowing much about cars, suggests that maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, comes up with a suggestion, &amp;quot;Why don`t we close all the windows, get out, get back in, open the windows again, and maybe it`ll work !?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Because I'm Blonde?</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 22:58:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I&amp;#39;m Blonde?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A girl came skipping home FROM school one day. &amp;quot;Mommy, Mommy,&amp;quot; she yelled, &amp;quot;we were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7, 8, 9, 10!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Very good,&amp;quot; said her mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is it because I&amp;#39;m blonde, Mommy?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, Honey, it&amp;#39;s because you&amp;#39;re blonde.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the girl came skipping home FROM school. &amp;quot;Mommy, Mommy,&amp;quot; She yelled, &amp;quot;we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A,b, c, d, e, f, g!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Very good,&amp;quot; said her mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is it because I&amp;#39;m blonde, Mommy?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, Honey, it&amp;#39;s because you&amp;#39;re blonde.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the girl came skipping home FROM school. &amp;quot;Mommy, Mommy,&amp;quot; she yelled, &amp;quot;we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!&amp;quot; And she lifted her tank top to reveal a pair of 36Cs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Very good,&amp;quot; said her embarrassed mother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is it because I&amp;#39;m blonde, mommy?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No, Honey, it&amp;#39;s because you&amp;#39;re 25.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Wandering Dog</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 23:03:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wandering Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep on the couch. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back, resumed his position on the couch and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: &amp;#39;Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: &amp;#39;He lives in a home with four children -- he&amp;#39;s trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Rejected Greeting Cards</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 23:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejected Greeting Cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Looking back over the years that we&amp;#39;ve been together,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I can&amp;#39;t help but wonder:...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- What was I thinking?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Congratulations on your wedding day!...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- Too bad no one likes your wife.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;How could two people as beautiful as you....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- have such an ugly baby?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- After having met you, I&amp;#39;ve changed my mind.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I must admit, you brought Religion in my life...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- I never believed in Hell until I met you.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- that you&amp;#39;re not here to ruin it for me.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;As you grow older, Mum, I think of all the gifts you&amp;#39;ve given me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- Like the need for therapy.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks for being a part of my life!!!...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- I never knew what evil was before this!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Before you go,...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to take this knife out of my back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- You&amp;#39;ll probably need it again.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Someday I hope to get married...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- but not to you.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You look great for your age...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- Almost Lifelike!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;When we were together, you always said you&amp;#39;d die for me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- Now that we&amp;#39;ve broken up, I think it&amp;#39;s time you kept your promise.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I knew the day would come when you would leave me for my best friend...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- So here&amp;#39;s his leash, water bowl and chew toys.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;We have been friends for a very long time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you say we call it quits?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m so miserable without you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- It&amp;#39;s almost like you&amp;#39;re here.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Congratulations on your new bundle of joy...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- Did you ever find out who the father was?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You are such a good friend that if we were on a sinking ship and there was only one life jacket...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-- I&amp;#39;d miss you heaps and think of you often.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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<title>Helicopter Problem</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 20:02:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 16px&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helicopter Problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;A helicopter was flying around above Seattle yesterday when an electrical malfunction disabled all of the aircraft&amp;#39;s electronic navigation and communications equipment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Due to the clouds and haze, the pilot could not determine the helicopter&amp;#39;s position and course to steer to the airport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;The pilot saw a tall building, flew toward it, circled, drew a handwritten sign, and held it in the helicopter&amp;#39;s window. The pilot&amp;#39;s sign said &amp;quot;WHERE AM I?&amp;quot; in large letters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;People in the tall building quickly responded to the aircraft, drew a large sign, and held it in a building window. Their sign said &amp;quot;YOU ARE IN A HELICOPTER.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;The pilot smiled, waved, looked at his map, determined the course to steer to SEATAC airport, and landed safely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;After they were on the ground, the co-pilot asked the pilot how the &amp;quot;YOU ARE IN A HELICOPTER&amp;quot; sign helped determine their position in Seatle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;The pilot responded &amp;quot;I knew that had to be the MICROSOFT building because, similar to their help-lines, they gave me a technically correct but completely useless answer.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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