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&lt;br /&gt;
Bartender replies "Well, first you have to drink that whole gallon of pepper tequila, the WHOLE thing at once and you can't make a face while doing it. Second, there's a 'gator out back with a sore tooth...you have to remove it with your bare hands. Third, there's a woman up-stairs who's never had an orgasm. You gotta make things right for her." The guy says, "Well, as much as I would love free beer, I won't do it. You have to be nuts to drink a gallon of pepper tequila and then get crazier from there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, as time goes on and the man drinks a few, he asks, "Wherez zat teeqeelah?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He grabs the gallon of tequilla with both hands, and downs it with a big slurp and tears streaming down his face. Next, he staggers out back and soon all the people inside hear the most frightening roaring and thumping, then silence. The man staggers back into the bar, his shirt ripped and big scratches all over his body.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Now" he says "Where's that woman with the sore tooth?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-4905666532961461160?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/zx2Q8nmkemI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/zx2Q8nmkemI/urinal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/08/urinal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-6441493317332015364</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-02T00:00:01.887-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Picture</title><description>On their first night together, a newlywed couple go to change. The new bride comes out of the bathroom showered and wearing a beautiful robe. The proud husband says, "My dear, we are married now, you can open your robe." The beautiful young woman opens her robe, and he is astonished."Oh, oh, aaaahhh," he exclaims, "My God you are so beautiful, let me take your picture. Puzzled she asks, "My picture?" He answers, "Yes my dear, so I can carry your beauty next to my heart forever". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She smiles and he takes her picture, and then he heads into the bathroom to shower. He comes out wearing his robe and the new wife asks, "Why do you wear a robe? We are married now." At that the man opens his robe and she exclaims, "oh, OH, OH MY, let me get a picture". He beams and asks why and she answers, "So I can get it enlarged!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-6441493317332015364?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
You will be punished in a way corresponding to your profession." The sheik turns to the first man and asks him what he does for a living. "I'm a cop", says the first man. "Then we will shoot your penis off!", said the sheik. He then turned to the second man and asked him what he did for a living. "I'm a firemen", said the second man. "Then we will burn your penis off!", said the sheik. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, he asked the last man, "And you, what do you do for a living?" And the third man answered, with a sly grin, "I'm a lollipop salesman!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-7566309628373078467?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
A year later they let them out. They first guy came out and he could barely walk, after how many times he had sex. The second guy came out and couldn't walk because he was so drunk. The third guy came out crying. They asked him why he was banging on the door and why he was crying. He said, " I forgot my lighter!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-8566269477904442410?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
She read, "...and so the pig went up to the man with the wheel barrow full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said 'Holy Sh!t! A talking pig!'" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-1976462316913642829?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/8N9QyY7ac6s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/8N9QyY7ac6s/business-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/business-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-3681854681939202757</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-28T00:00:00.173-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pussy</category><title>Name?</title><description>A guy's talking to a girl in a bar. &lt;br /&gt;
He says, "What's your name?" &lt;br /&gt;
She says, "Carmen." &lt;br /&gt;
He says, "That's a nice name. Who named you, your mother?" &lt;br /&gt;
She says, "No, I named myself." &lt;br /&gt;
He says, "Why Carmen?" &lt;br /&gt;
She says, "Because I like cars and I like men. What's your name?" &lt;br /&gt;
He says, "Beerpussy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-3681854681939202757?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Trying to figure out what to do she grabs the yellow pages and looks it up. Sure enough right in the yellow pages is a big ad for gorilla extractors. She calls the number and the man on the other end of the line says he'll be right over. &lt;br /&gt;
When he shows up he explains to the lady that it is a pretty common problem and it should only take a few minutes. First he must get his equipment. So from his truck he grabs a stepladder, a shotgun, an eight foot pole, handcuffs and a dog. &lt;br /&gt;
The lady exclaims, "What the hell is all that stuff for?" &lt;br /&gt;
The gorilla extractor explains, "First I climb up on the stepladder and ram this here pole up the gorilla ass. This will cause the gorilla to fall from the tree at which point that mean ass dog will bite the gorilla in the balls. This temporarily paralyzes the gorilla. At which point I put the handcuffs on the gorilla and take him away." &lt;br /&gt;
The lady asks, "What's the shotgun for?" &lt;br /&gt;
The man answers, "If I fall off the ladder, you shoot the dog!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-4295499392987711782?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/L8SZ_j0Htyc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/L8SZ_j0Htyc/gorilla-extractor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/gorilla-extractor.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-432341218042846618</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-26T00:00:01.497-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Watch</title><description>While in the playground with his friend, Little Johnny noticed that Jimmy was wearing a brand new, shiny watch. "Did you get that for your birthday?" asked Little Johnny. "Nope." replied Jimmy. "Well, did you get it for Christmas then?". Again Jimmy says "Nope." "You didn't steal it, did you?" asks Little Johnny. "No," said Jimmy. "I went into Mom and Dad's bedroom the other night when they were 'doing the nasty'. Dad gave me his watch to get rid of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was extremely impressed with this idea, and extremely jealous of Jimmy's new watch. He vowed to get one for himself. That night, he waited outside his parents' bedroom until he heard the unmistakable noises of &lt;br /&gt;lovemaking. Just then, he swung the door wide open and boldly strode into the bedroom. His father, caught in mid stroke, turned and said angrily. "What do you want now?" "I wanna watch," Johnny replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a stroke, his father said, "Fine. Stand in the corner and watch, but keep quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-432341218042846618?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/UNTPjzGTkRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/UNTPjzGTkRs/watch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/watch.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-6444556915746056557</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-25T00:00:03.908-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aeroplane</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Rough Flight</title><description>Flight fifty has a pretty rough time above the ocean. Suddenly a voice comes over the intercom: "Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts and assume crash positions. We have lost our engines and we are trying to put this baby as gentle as possible down on the water". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh stewardess! Are there any sharks in the ocean below?" asks a little old lady, terrified. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, I'm afraid there are some. But not to worry, we have a special gel in the bottle next to your chair designed especially for emergencies like this. Just rub the gel onto your arms and legs". &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"And if I do this, the sharks won't eat me any more?" asks the little lady. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh, they will eat you all right, only they won't enjoy it so much".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-6444556915746056557?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/onqj87J2pWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/onqj87J2pWw/rough-flight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/rough-flight.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-6360874061664217307</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-24T00:00:02.734-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heaven</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lawyer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Heaven doesn't need lawyers</title><description>Recently a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question. &lt;br /&gt;St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, "What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg? They just made a movie about it." &lt;br /&gt;The teacher answered quickly, "That would be the Titanic." St. Peter let him through the gate. &lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the garbage man and, figuring Heaven didn't *really* need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, decided to make the question a little harder: "How many people died on the ship?" &lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for him, the trash man had just seen the movie. "1,228," he answered. &lt;br /&gt;"That's right! You may enter." &lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the lawyer. "Name them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-6360874061664217307?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/VhRSW5pesSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/VhRSW5pesSI/heaven-doesnt-need-lawyers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/heaven-doesnt-need-lawyers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-3408798593000498709</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-23T00:00:01.203-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Confession</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Sin?</title><description>The Irish girl knelt in the confessional and said, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What is it, child?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The girl said, "Father, I have committed the sin of vanity. Twice a day I gaze at myself in the mirror and tell myself how beautiful I am."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The priest turned, took a good look at the girl, and said, "My dear, I have good news. That isn't a sin - it's only a mistake."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-3408798593000498709?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/zSlIQfLhPPc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/zSlIQfLhPPc/sin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/sin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-4426603130667649846</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-22T00:00:07.618-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">psychology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Pizza Delivery Boy</title><description>A college pizza delivery boy arrived at the house of Larry Johnson. He delivered the pizza to his trailer. After giving it to him, Larry asked: "What is the usual tip?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," replied the youth, "this is my first trip here, but the other guys say if I get a quarter out of you, I'll be doing great." "Is that so?" snorted Larry. "Well, just to show them how wrong they are, here's five dollars." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," replied the youth, "I'll put this in my school fund." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you studying in school?" asked Larry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lad smiled and said: "Applied psychology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-4426603130667649846?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/wbfjwGV2g3A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/wbfjwGV2g3A/pizza-delivery-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/pizza-delivery-boy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-4395382264996797913</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-21T00:00:02.229-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pirate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Pirate Adventures</title><description>A seaman meets a pirate in a bar, and talk turns to their adventures on the sea. The seaman notes that the pirate has a peg-leg, a hook, and an eye patch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seaman asks, "So, how did you end up with the peg-leg?" The pirate replies, "We were in a storm at sea, and I was swept overboard into a school of sharks. Just as my men were pulling me out, a shark bit my leg off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" said the seaman. "What about your hook"? "Well", replied the pirate, "We were boarding an enemy ship and were battling the other sailors with swords. One of the enemy cut my hand off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incredible!" remarked the seaman. "How did you get the eye patch"? "A seagull dropping fell into my eye," replied the pirate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You lost your eye to a seagull dropping?," the sailor asked incredulously. "Well," said the pirate, "it was my first day with my hook"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-4395382264996797913?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
"Sorry, sir! I can explain, you see I had a date and it ran a little late. I ran to the bus but missed it, I hailed a cab but it broke down, found a farm, bought a horse but it dropped dead, ran 10 miles, and now I'm here." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The General was very skeptical about this explanation but at least he was here so he let the G.I. go. Moments later, eight more G.I.s came up to the general panting, he asked them why they were late. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sorry, sir! I had a date and it ran a little late, I ran to the bus but missed it, I hailed a cab but it broke down, found a farm, bought a horse but it dropped dead, ran 10 miles, and now I'm here." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The General eyed them, feeling very skeptical but since he let the first guy go, he let them go, too. A ninth G.I. jogged up to the General, panting heavily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sorry, sir! I had a date and it ran a little late, I ran to the bus but missed it, I hailed a cab but..." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Let me guess," the General interrupted, "it broke down." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"No," said the G.I., "there were so many dead horses in the road, it took forever to get around them."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-3361008718269840013?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/2ELeSrFIeVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/2ELeSrFIeVU/excuses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/excuses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-1879318809863853290</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T00:00:05.896-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Finding Wife</title><description>The man approached the very beautiful woman in the large supermarket and asked, "You know, I've lost my wife here in the supermarket. Can you talk to me for a couple of minutes?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because every time I talk to a beautiful woman my wife appears out of nowhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-1879318809863853290?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~4/5x4XA3OjgEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BestForwardedEmails/~3/5x4XA3OjgEk/worlds-smartest-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rikesh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com/2010/07/worlds-smartest-man.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6786441112896542002.post-6099736340245143512</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-17T09:27:32.549-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Johnny Jokes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jokes</category><title>Little Johnny Pwns the Teacher</title><description>A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, he said: "Now, students, if I stood on my head the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I should turn red in the face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir," the boys said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny shouted, "'It's because yer feet ain't empty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-6099736340245143512?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A lady and her husband,who went to the hospital to give birth to their child, heard of a new technology from the doctor, which would transfer the labour pain from the mother to the father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple were both excited and very much in favour of it. The doctor however said that, to start with, he would transfer only 10% of the pain, as even that small amount of pain would be too much for the father. They agreed and the doctor started the transfer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father did not show any signs of pain as the doctor kept increasing the amount of transfer. The transfer was complete at one stage with 100% pain transferred to the father. The father was comfortable even at that stage and the mother delivered the baby. The couple left the hospital with the baby, literally painless and ecstatic, only to return home and find the mailman dead on the porch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-7114398719235766768?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oops!!!&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen my watch? &lt;br /&gt;Come back with that! Bad Dog! &lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, if this is his spleen, then what's that? &lt;br /&gt;Hand me that...uh...that uh.....thingy &lt;br /&gt;What do you mean he wasn't in for a sex change! &lt;br /&gt;Damn, there go the lights again... &lt;br /&gt;Everybody stand back! I lost my contact lens! &lt;br /&gt;Well folks, this will be an experiment for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;What do you mean, he's not insured? &lt;br /&gt;Let's hurry, I don't want to miss "Bay Watch" &lt;br /&gt;What do you mean "You want a divorce"! &lt;br /&gt;FIRE! FIRE! Everyone get out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-3319151232650339751?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Losing all your friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Man comes home and finds his wife with his friend in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
He shoots his friend and kills him. Wife says 'If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. Brother wanted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A small boy wrote to Santa Claus,'send me a brother'....&lt;br /&gt;
Santa wrote back, 'SEND ME YOUR MOTHER'....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. Meaning of WIFE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Husband asks, 'Do you know the meaning of WIFE? It means 'Without Information Fighting Everytime'!'&lt;br /&gt;
Wife replies, 'No, it means 'With Idiot For Ever'!!!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4. Importance of a period&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Teacher: 'Do you know the importance of a period?'&lt;br /&gt;
Kid: 'Yeah, once my sister said she has missed one, my mom fainted, dad got a heart attack &amp;amp; our driver ran away.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5. Confident vs. Confidential&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A young boy asks his Dad, 'What is the difference between confident and confidential?' Dad says, 'You are my son, I'm confident about that. Your friend over there, is also my son, that's confidential! '&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6. Anger management?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: 'When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you control your anger?'&lt;br /&gt;
Wife: 'I clean the toilet.'&lt;br /&gt;
Husband: 'How does that help?'&lt;br /&gt;
Wife: 'I use your toothbrush .'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying to teach good manners, &lt;br /&gt;asked her students the following question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, &lt;br /&gt;how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?' &lt;br /&gt;Michael said, 'Just a minute, I have to go pee.' &lt;br /&gt;The teacher responded by saying, 'That would be rude and impolite.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What about you Sherman, how would you say it?' &lt;br /&gt;Sherman said, 'I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back.' &lt;br /&gt;'That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And you, little Eddie, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners?' &lt;br /&gt;'I would say, 'Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? &lt;br /&gt;I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, &lt;br /&gt;whom I hope to introduce you to after dinner.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-4131367220956915730?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One night, Superman was on the roof of a tall building looking around the city for something to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything to do so he called Batman. &lt;br /&gt;"Hello." said Batman. &lt;br /&gt;"Hey Batman, it's Superman. Want to hang out tonight?" &lt;br /&gt;"Oh I can't." said Batman, "Robin and I are washing the Bat Mobile." &lt;br /&gt;"Alright, maybe another time then. Bye." said Superman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Superman looked around some more for something to do then he decided to call Aquaman. &lt;br /&gt;"Hello." said Aquaman. &lt;br /&gt;"Hey Aquaman, it's Superman. What are you up to?" &lt;br /&gt;"I'm training dolphins right now and I really can't talk." said Aquaman. &lt;br /&gt;"Ok, bye." said Superman. &lt;br /&gt;"Bye." said Aquaman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again Superman was looking around for something to do &lt;br /&gt;when all of a sudden, through an open window, he sees Wonder Woman lying naked in bed. &lt;br /&gt;So he gets an idea. &lt;br /&gt;With his super speed, he flies in the window, f*cks her in an instant and flies back out. &lt;br /&gt;Then Wonder Woman said "What the hell was that?!?" &lt;br /&gt;and the Invisible Man said "I don't know, but it just tore the hell out of my ass!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6786441112896542002-7269820462419542306?l=best-forwarded-emails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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