<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4535472868970776623</id><updated>2024-09-19T09:35:41.192-07:00</updated><category term="Holiday"/><category term="Gender"/><category term="Religious"/><category term="Animal"/><category term="Bar"/><category term="Computer"/><category term="Idiot"/><category term="Lawyer"/><category term="political"/><category term="Blonde"/><category term="Crazy"/><category term="Parent"/><category term="Police"/><category term="School"/><category term="Top Lists"/><category term="Travel"/><category term="Blind"/><category term="English"/><category term="Golf"/><category term="Office"/><category term="Shopping"/><category term="Sport"/><category term="True Stories"/><category term="Adult"/><category term="Aviation"/><category term="Businees"/><category term="Ethnic"/><category term="Farmer"/><category term="Female"/><category term="Foot"/><category term="Insults"/><category term="Math"/><category term="Military"/><category term="Music"/><category term="Science"/><category term="Children"/><category term="Relationship"/><title type='text'>Humor Centre</title><subtitle type='html'>humor, jokes, comedy, laughter, fun, therapy, family, education</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>354</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6049607472042647837</id><published>2011-09-21T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:54:48.044-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>Better relationship</title><content type='html'>A man walked into a therapist&#39;s office looking very depressed. &quot;Doc, you&#39;ve got to help me. I can&#39;t go on like this.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&#39;s the problem?&quot; the docotor inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, I&#39;m 35 years old and I still have no luck with the ladies. No matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them away.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun person, and an attractive person. But say it with real conviction. Within a week you&#39;ll have women buzzing &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;all around you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Did my advice not work?&quot; asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It worked alright. For the past several weeks I&#39;ve enjoyed some of the best moments in my life with the most fabulous looking women.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So, what&#39;s your problem?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t have a problem,&quot; the man replied. &quot;My wife does.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6049607472042647837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/6049607472042647837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6049607472042647837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6049607472042647837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/better-relationship.html' title='Better relationship'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3635348999323259456</id><published>2011-09-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:41:41.127-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Idiot"/><title type='text'>Stupid people stories</title><content type='html'>Stupid people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEADHEADS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in Orange County Municipal Court had been ticketed for driving alone in the carpool lane. He claimed that the four frozen cadavers in the mortuary van he was driving should be counted. The judged ruled that passengers must be alive to qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WOULD BE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge called the case of People vs. Steven Lewon Crook. The bailiff opened the door to the holding cell and called, &quot;Crook, come forward.&quot; Five of the prisoners entered the courtroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN YOUR LESSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked for her occupation, a woman charged with a &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;traffic violation said she was a schoolteacher. The judge rose from the bench. &quot;Madam, I have waited years for a schoolteacher to appear before this court,&quot; he smiled with delight. &quot;Now sit down at that table and write &#39;I will not pass through a red light&#39; five hundred times.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH, THAT&#39;S BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge in Louisville decided a jury went &quot;a little bit too far&quot; in recommending a sentence of 5,005 years for a man who was convicted of five robberies and a kidnapping. The judge reduced the sentence to 1,001 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS! I BLEW THAT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer defending a man accused of burglary tried this creative defense: &quot;My client merely inserted his arm into the window and removed a few trifling articles. His arm is not himself, and I fail to see how you can punish the whole individual for an offense committed by his limb.&quot; &quot;Well put,&quot; the judge replied. &quot;Using your logic, I sentence the defendant&#39;s arm to one year&#39;s imprisonment. He can accompany it or not, as he chooses.&quot; The defendant smiled. With his lawyer&#39;s assistance he detached his artificial limb, laid it on the bench, and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3635348999323259456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/3635348999323259456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3635348999323259456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3635348999323259456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/stupid-people-stories.html' title='Stupid people stories'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4203695413201901833</id><published>2011-09-21T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:23:46.401-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal"/><title type='text'>Horses at the Race</title><content type='html'>Panda A champion jockey is about to enter an important race on a new horse. The horse&#39;s trainer meets him before the race and says, &#39;&#39;All you have to remember with this horse is that every time you approach a jump, you have to shout, &#39;ALLLLEEE OOOP!&#39; really loudly in the horse&#39;s ear. Providing you do that, you&#39;ll be fine.&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jockey thinks the trainer is mad but promises to shout the command. The race begins and they approach the first hurdle. The jockey ignores the trainer&#39;s ridiculous advice and the horse crashes straight through the center of the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They carry on and approach the second hurdle. The jockey, somewhat embarrassed, whispers &#39;Aleeee ooop&#39; in the horse&#39;s ear. The same thing&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; happens--the horse crashes straight through the center of the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the third hurdle, the jockey thinks, &#39;&#39;It&#39;s no good, I&#39;ll have to do it,&#39;&#39; and yells, &#39;&#39;ALLLEEE OOOP!&#39;&#39; really loudly. Sure enough, the horse sails over the jump with no problems. This continues for the rest of the race, but due to the earlier problems the horse only finishes third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainer is fuming and asks the jockey what went wrong. The jockey replies, &#39;&#39;Nothing is wrong with me--it&#39;s this bloody horse. What is he--deaf or something?&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainer replies, &#39;&#39;Deaf?? DEAF?? He&#39;s not deaf--he&#39;s BLIND!&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4203695413201901833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/4203695413201901833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4203695413201901833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4203695413201901833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/horses-at-race.html' title='Horses at the Race'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7834929120371219917</id><published>2011-09-21T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T06:17:43.079-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal"/><title type='text'>The amazing flying dog</title><content type='html'>Panda A woman is out looking for a pet, and so she&#39;s trying the local pet shops. She walks into a small pet shop and explains her need to the attendant. He thinks for a moment and then says, &quot;I&#39;ve got just the thing for you madam. I&#39;ll just get him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he disappears into the back of the shop, and returns a few seconds later with a cute little puppy. &quot;This dog is a special dog,&quot; he tells her. &quot;It is able to fly,&quot; he explains, and with that throws the dog into the air. It immediately begins to float gracefully around the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There is one problem with him, however. Whenever you say &#39;my&#39;, he&#39;ll eat whatever you&#39;ve mentioned. Watch. &quot;My apple!&quot; The lady watches in astonishment as the dog zooms over to &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;the shop attendant and furiously devours an apple he has produced from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;He&#39;s cute, and so unusual. I&#39;ll take him,&quot; she says, and a few minutes later she is on her way back home with dog to show her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Darling, look what a clever pet I bought today!&quot; she exclaims when she gets back home. &quot;He can fly!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband peers at the dog, and then remarks, &quot;Fly eh? Ha! My foot!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7834929120371219917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/7834929120371219917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7834929120371219917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7834929120371219917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/09/amazing-flying-dog.html' title='The amazing flying dog'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5504898645890662630</id><published>2011-05-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:48:25.839-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="political"/><title type='text'>Will of Americans</title><content type='html'>Tired of his low approval ratings, President Clinton called up the head of the CIA and said, &quot;I want your very best agent over here first thing in the morning.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, a call went out to the Middle East, and the most gifted American agent was headed back to Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the agent was escorted into the Oval Office. The President said, &quot;I hear you&#39;re the best in the business. I can&#39;t trust what my staff tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want you to visit every state in the union, every major city. I want you to stay out on the road until you have an idea of what the vast majority of Americans would like to see happen in &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;the Oval Office. Understand?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CIA agent responded affirmatively. He left the White House and wasn&#39;t heard from for nearly four months. Finally, he showed up early on a Saturday morning, and the President saw him immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President said, &quot;Did you find out what an overwhelming majority of Americans want done here in this office?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, then, express the will of the people,&quot; Clinton ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the agent stood up, pulled out a gun, and shot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5504898645890662630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/5504898645890662630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5504898645890662630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5504898645890662630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-of-americans.html' title='Will of Americans'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-1011728720384311787</id><published>2011-05-30T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:46:52.146-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School"/><title type='text'>Do you Know who I am?</title><content type='html'>It was the final examination for an introductory Biology course at the local university. Like many such freshman courses, it was designed to weed out new students, having over 500 students in the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examination was two hours long, and exam booklets were provided. The professor was very strict and told the class that any exam that was not on his desk in exactly two hours would not be accepted and the student would fail. Half of an hour into the exam, a student came rushing in and asked the professor for an exam booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&#39;re not going to have time to finish this,&quot; the professor stated sarcastically as he handed the student a booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes I will,&quot; replied the student. He then took a seat and began &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;writing. After two hours, the professor called for the exams, and the students filed up and handed them in. All except the late student, who continued writing. An hour later, the last student came up to the professor who was sitting at his desk preparing for his next class. He attempted to put his exam on the stack of exam booklets already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No you don&#39;t, I&#39;m not going to accept that. It&#39;s late.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looked incredulous and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do you know who I am?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, as a matter of fact I don&#39;t,&quot; replied the professor with an air of sarcasm in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do you know who I am?&quot; the student asked again in a louder voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, and I don&#39;t care.&quot; replied the professor with an air of superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good,&quot; replied the student, who quickly lifted the stack of completed exams, stuffed his in the middle, and walked out of the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1011728720384311787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/1011728720384311787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1011728720384311787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1011728720384311787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/do-you-know-who-i-am.html' title='Do you Know who I am?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4745361929314459135</id><published>2011-05-30T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:43:57.519-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parent"/><title type='text'>Delivering a baby</title><content type='html'>A country doctor went way out to the boondocks to deliver a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so far out, there was no electricity. When the doctor arrived, no one was home except for the laboring mother and her 5-year-old child. The doctor instructed the child to hold a lantern high so he could see, while he helped the woman deliver the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child did so, the mother pushed and after a little while, the doctor lifted the newborn baby by the feet and spanked him on the bottom to get him to take his first breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor then asked the 5-year-old what he thought of &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hit him again,&quot; the 5-year-old said. &quot;He shouldn&#39;t have crawled up there in the first place!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4745361929314459135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/4745361929314459135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4745361929314459135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4745361929314459135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/delivering-baby.html' title='Delivering a baby'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3791374592107247259</id><published>2011-05-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:42:14.411-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parent"/><title type='text'>Woman is on a Bus</title><content type='html'>A woman got on a bus holding a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver said: &quot;That&#39;s the ugliest baby I&#39;ve ever seen.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a huff, the woman slammed her fare into the fare box and took an aisle seat near the rear of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seated next to her sensed that she was agitated and asked her what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The bus driver insulted me,&quot; she fumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sympathized and said: &quot;Why, he&#39;s a public servant and shouldn&#39;t say things to insult passengers.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You&#39;re right,&quot; she said. &quot;I think I&#39;ll go &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;back up there and give him a piece of my mind.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s a good idea,&quot; the man said. &quot;Here, let me hold your monkey.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3791374592107247259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/3791374592107247259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3791374592107247259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3791374592107247259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/woman-is-on-bus.html' title='Woman is on a Bus'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-390218629492549817</id><published>2011-05-30T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:38:57.702-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Idiot"/><title type='text'>Mega Moron Awards</title><content type='html'>Tennessee: A man successfully broke into a bank after hours and stole the bank&#39;s video camera, while the camera was remotely recording. (That is, the videotape recorder was located elsewhere in the bank, so he didn&#39;t get the videotape of himself stealing the camera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana: A man walked into a Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer? Fifteen dollars. [If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, was a crime committed?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas: Seems this guy wanted some beer&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; pretty badly. He decided that he&#39;d just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. Seems the liquor store window was made of Plexi-Glass. The whole event was caught on videotape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York: As a female shopper exited a convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police had apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, &quot;Yes Officer..that&#39;s her. That&#39;s the lady I stole the purse from.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Arbor:The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti, Michigan at 12:50am, flashed a gun and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn&#39;t open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren&#39;t available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky: Two men tried to pull the front off a cash machine by running a chain from the machine to the bumper of their pickup truck. Instead of pulling the front panel off the machine, though, they pulled the bumper off their truck. Scared, they left the scene and drove home. With the chain still attached to the machine. With their bumper still attached to the chain. With their vehicle&#39;s license plate still attached to the bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/390218629492549817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/390218629492549817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/390218629492549817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/390218629492549817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/05/mega-moron-awards.html' title='Mega Moron Awards'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3120422785128527973</id><published>2011-04-15T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:56:13.049-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gender"/><title type='text'>Men advising women</title><content type='html'>Advice From Men To Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Never buy a &#39;new&#39; brand of beer because &#39;it was on sale.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If we&#39;re in the backyard and the TV in the den is on, that doesn&#39;t mean we&#39;re not watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Don&#39;t tell anyone we can&#39;t afford a new car. Tell them we don&#39;t want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Whenever possible please try to say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Please don&#39;t drive when you&#39;re &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;not driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Don&#39;t feel compelled to tell us how all the people in your stories are related to one another: We&#39;re just nodding, waiting for the punchline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The quarterback who just got pummeled isn&#39;t trying to be brave. He&#39;s just not crying. Big difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...When the waiter asks if everything&#39;s okay, a simple &#39;Yes&#39; is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3120422785128527973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/3120422785128527973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3120422785128527973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3120422785128527973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/men-advising-women.html' title='Men advising women'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8357739298338135707</id><published>2011-04-15T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:54:48.308-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gender"/><title type='text'>A woman&#39;s seminars</title><content type='html'>New Summer Seminars for Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Auto Hood Release, What Is It And Why Is It There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Beyond Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, The Non-Renewable Resource&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Get 90 Minutes Out Of An Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Men Don&#39;t Like Any Of Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Be A Victim Of Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Get Out &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;Of Bed Without Waking Up Your Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is There Really Enough Makeup In The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Get The Most Out Of A Garbage Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigar Smoke And Its Benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clocks And Time: The Mysterious Connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tupperware: Its Social And Environmental Drawbacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where To Look When Your Auto Is In Reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning When Not To Talk, And Then Not Talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Avoid Turning Into Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality Time: When You And Your Husband Should Spend Time Apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond The Front Page: Exploring The Daily Newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Accept Criticism or When To Give Up On Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telltales Sounds Associated With Auto Collisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Paper And The Loss Of The Rain Forests: The Vital Connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ignorance Can Be A Blessing: Household Finances And You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Keep &#39;Em Guessing, or: 101 Ways To Fold A Towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking And Driving: There&#39;s Got To Be A Way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8357739298338135707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/8357739298338135707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8357739298338135707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8357739298338135707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/womans-seminars.html' title='A woman&#39;s seminars'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7002463551705765085</id><published>2011-04-15T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:49:09.191-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping"/><title type='text'>Visit the barber</title><content type='html'>A man and a little boy entered a barbershop together. After the man received the full treatment - shave, shampoo, manicure, haircut, etc. - he placed the boy in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m goin&#39; to buy a green tie to wear for the parade,&quot; he said. &quot;I&#39;ll be back in a few minutes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy&#39;s haircut was completed and the man still hadn&#39;t returned, the barber said, &quot;Looks like your daddy&#39;s forgotten all about you.&quot; &quot;That wasn&#39;t my daddy,&quot; said the boy. &quot;He just walked up, took me by the hand and said, &#39;Come on, son, we&#39;re gonna &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;get a free haircut!&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7002463551705765085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/7002463551705765085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7002463551705765085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7002463551705765085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/visit-barber.html' title='Visit the barber'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-2177255511727047781</id><published>2011-04-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:46:10.848-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping"/><title type='text'>At a grocery store</title><content type='html'>A man observed a woman in the grocery store with a three year old girl in her basket. As they passed the cookie section, the little girl asked for cookies and her mother told her, &quot;No.&quot; The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss, and the mother said quietly, &quot;Now Monica, we just have half of the aisles left to go through - don&#39;t be upset. It won&#39;t be long now.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, they came to the candy aisle and the little girl began to shout for candy. When told she couldn&#39;t have any, she began to cry. The mother said, &quot;There, there, Monica, don&#39;t cry - only two more aisles to go and then we&#39;ll be checking out.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the checkout stand, the little girl immediately began to clamor for gum and burst into a terrible tantrum upon discovering there&#39;d be no gum purchased. The mother said serenely, &quot;Monica, we&#39;ll be through this check out &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;stand in 5 minutes and then you can go home and have a nice nap.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man followed them out to the parking lot and stopped the woman to compliment her. &quot;I couldn&#39;t help noticing how patient you were with little Monica,&quot; he began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother replied, &quot;I&#39;m Monica - my little girl&#39;s name is Tammy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/2177255511727047781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/2177255511727047781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2177255511727047781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/2177255511727047781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-grocery-store.html' title='At a grocery store'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6554880670037209134</id><published>2011-04-15T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:45:03.109-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping"/><title type='text'>Remember a child</title><content type='html'>A young man was walking through a supermarket to pick up a few things when he noticed an old lady following him around. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored her and continued on. Finally he went to the checkout line, but she got in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Pardon me,&quot; she said, &quot;I&#39;m sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It&#39;s just that you look just like my son, who just died recently.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m very sorry,&quot; replied the young man, &quot;is there anything I can do for you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; she said, &quot;As I&#39;m leaving, can you say &#39;Good bye, Mother!&#39; ? It would make me feel so much better.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sure,&quot; answered the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old woman was leaving, he called out, &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&quot;Goodbye, Mother!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stepped up to the checkout counter, he saw that his total was $127.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How can that be?&quot; he asked, &quot;I only purchased a few things!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your mother said that you would pay for her,&quot; said the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6554880670037209134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/6554880670037209134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6554880670037209134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6554880670037209134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/remember-child.html' title='Remember a child'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6668387063025615924</id><published>2011-04-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:43:47.437-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping"/><title type='text'>Give me free meat</title><content type='html'>It was many years ago since the embarrassing day when a young woman, with a baby in her arms, entered his butcher shop and confronted him with the news that the baby was his and asked what was he going to do about it? Finally he offered to provide her with free meat until the boy was 16. She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been counting the years off on his calendar, and one day the teenager, who had been collecting the meat each week, came into the shop and said, &quot;I&#39;ll be 16 tomorrow.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know,&quot; said the butcher with a smile, &quot;I&#39;ve been counting too, tell your mother, when you take this parcel of meat home, that it is the last free meat she&#39;ll get,&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; and watch the expression on her face.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy arrived home he told his mother. The woman nodded and said, &quot;Son, go back to the butcher and tell him I have also had free bread, free milk, and free groceries for the last 16 years and watch the expression on his face!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6668387063025615924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/6668387063025615924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6668387063025615924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6668387063025615924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-me-free-meat.html' title='Give me free meat'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-5409359822365506287</id><published>2011-04-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:42:06.398-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Police"/><title type='text'>Where are you from?</title><content type='html'>Theater Guest A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, &quot;Sorry, sir, but you&#39;re only allowed one seat.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man groaned but didn&#39;t budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usher became impatient. &quot;Sir, if you don&#39;t get up from there I&#39;m going to have to call the manager.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager. In a few moments, both the usher and the &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they summoned the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, &quot;All right buddy, what&#39;s your name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sam,&quot; the man moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Where ya from, Sam?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pain in his voice Sam replied &quot;... the balcony.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/5409359822365506287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/5409359822365506287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5409359822365506287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/5409359822365506287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-are-you-from.html' title='Where are you from?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-7933207303698281591</id><published>2011-04-15T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:40:47.135-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Police"/><title type='text'>Some police quotes</title><content type='html'>&quot;The handcuffs are tight because they&#39;re new. They&#39;ll stretch out after you wear them awhile.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you run, you&#39;ll only go to jail tired.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So, you don&#39;t know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don&#39;t think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I&#39;m warning you not to &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;do that again or I&#39;ll give you another ticket.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or dog?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Life&#39;s tough, it&#39;s tougher if you&#39;re stupid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No sir, we don&#39;t have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas, but now we&#39;re allowed to write as many tickets as we want.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Just how big were those two beers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;In God we trust, all others are suspects.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7933207303698281591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/7933207303698281591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7933207303698281591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7933207303698281591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-police-quotes.html' title='Some police quotes'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-4002473839646185426</id><published>2011-04-15T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:39:03.133-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Police"/><title type='text'>Stealing from a store</title><content type='html'>This is supposedly a true story, it happened in a small town of the province of Quebec, Canada, in October 1996. They showed the video surveillance tape on the news, and even the anchorman was laughing through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A robber came into a convenience store wearing a ski mask and a gun wanting to empty the cash register. He took the clerk to the backstore and locked her up in the fridge. Unfortunately, when he came back to the front of the store, a customer had come in. So he took *off* the ski mask and the gloves, and pretended to be filling in for the clerk. The customer wanted a lottery ticket, so he tried to help her out, by pressing a whole bunch of buttons on the machine (thus leaving fingerprints everywhere), but the machine &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;was not cooperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, another customer walks in. Finally, he tells the first customer (after about 5 minutes of close-up shots from the camera) that the machine is not working and that he won&#39;t be able to help her. The robber *makes the sale* to the second customer and he leaves as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber then puts back on his gloves to take the money (after touching just about everything in sight *without* gloves), and hides his face with the palm of his hands as he is leaving. This scene lasted well over 10 minutes, during which, you see and hear the robber as well as in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after excerpts of the tape were aired, the phones at the police station were ringing off the hook. Apparently, even though no reward had been offered, people thought he was too stupid to deserve anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to turn himself in that same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/4002473839646185426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/4002473839646185426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4002473839646185426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/4002473839646185426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/stealing-from-store.html' title='Stealing from a store'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-6197877444669289867</id><published>2011-04-15T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:37:41.188-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Police"/><title type='text'>Criminal steals lumber</title><content type='html'>A man with a nagging secret couldn&#39;t keep it any longer. In the confessional he admitted that for years he had been stealing building supplies from the lumberyard where he worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What did you take?&quot; his priest asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Enough to build my own house and enough for my son&#39;s house. And houses for our two daughters and our cottage at the lake.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;This is very serious,&quot; the priest said. &quot;I shall have to think of a far-reaching penance. Have you ever done &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;a retreat?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, Father, I haven&#39;t,&quot; the man replied. &quot;But if you can get the plans, I can get the lumber.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/6197877444669289867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/6197877444669289867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6197877444669289867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/6197877444669289867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/criminal-steals-lumber.html' title='Criminal steals lumber'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-393662539101711769</id><published>2011-04-15T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:36:09.400-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Police"/><title type='text'>Please show the I.D.</title><content type='html'>The following supposedly a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy walked into a little corner store with a shot gun and demanded all the cash from the cash drawer. After the cashier put the cash in a bag, the robber saw a bottle of scotch that he wanted behind the counter on the shelf. He told the cashier to put it in the bag as well, but the cashier refused and said &quot;Because I don&#39;t believe you are over 21.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber said he was, but the clerk still refused to give the scotch to him because he didn&#39;t believe him. At this point the robber took his drivers license out of his wallet and gave it to the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk looked it over, and agreed that the man was in &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;fact over 21 and he put the scotch in the bag. The robber then ran from the store with his loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier promptly called the police and gave the name and address of the robber that he got off of the license. They arrested the robber two hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/393662539101711769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/393662539101711769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/393662539101711769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/393662539101711769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-show-id.html' title='Please show the I.D.'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3434029027443084860</id><published>2011-04-15T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:31:42.564-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religious"/><title type='text'>Worries about a risk</title><content type='html'>There is a story about a monastery in Europe perched high on a cliff several hundred feet in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to reach the monastery was to be suspended in a basket which was pulled to the top by several monks who pulled and tugged with all their strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the ride up the steep cliff in that basket was terrifying. One tourist got exceedingly nervous about half-way up as he noticed that the rope by which he was suspended was old and frayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling voice he asked the monk who was riding with &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;him in the basket how often they changed the rope. The monk thought for a moment and answered brusquely, &quot;Whenever it breaks.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3434029027443084860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/3434029027443084860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3434029027443084860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3434029027443084860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/worries-about-risk.html' title='Worries about a risk'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-8471441403221624254</id><published>2011-04-15T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:30:43.725-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religious"/><title type='text'>Animals go to Heaven</title><content type='html'>A cat and a mouse died on the same day and went up to Heaven. At the top they met God and he asked them &#39;How do you like it so far?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse replied &#39;It&#39;s great, but can I get a pair of roller skates?&#39; God said &#39;Sure&#39;, and he gave him a pair of roller skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day God saw the cat and asked him &#39;How do you like it up here so far?&#39; and the cat replied &#39;Great, I didn&#39;t know you had meals on &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;wheels up here!&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/8471441403221624254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/8471441403221624254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8471441403221624254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/8471441403221624254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/animals-go-to-heaven.html' title='Animals go to Heaven'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy, M M,Pd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Z-4BdnH6bMKqEq84jo-j3JPmWnlknDJYAKeYohPmIRKclEfYz3h1_KaBKaRgaeq5OtPCo9fMT28Nzxy4OBL5YG8fwuJOBaN6SINvYEUm6HeaKMH5EW8D-EG3fT72W_M/s220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535472868970776623.post-3328880077707786591</id><published>2011-04-15T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:29:24.344-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religious"/><title type='text'>History of a property</title><content type='html'>One of the best examples of how ridiculous government paperwork can be is illustrated by a recent case in Louisiana. A company president was trying to buy some land in Louisiana for a plant expansion, and he wanted to finance this new facility with a government loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lawyer filled out all the necessary forms, including the abstract---tracing the title to the land back to 1803. The government reviewed his application and abstract and sent the following reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;We received today your letter enclosing application for your client supported by abstract of title. We have observed, however, that you have not traced the title previous to 1803, and before &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;final approval, it will be necessary that the title be traced previous to that year. Yours truly.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the lawyer sent the following letter to the government:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Gentlemen, your letter regarding title received. I note you wish title to be claimed back further than I have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;I was unaware that any educated man failed to know that Louisiana was purchased by the United States from France in 1803. The title of the land was acquired by France by right of conquest of Spain. The land came into possession of Spain in 1492 by right of discovery by a Spanish-Portugese sailor named Christopher Columbus, who had been granted the privilege of seeking a new route to India by Queen Isabella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;The good queen, being a pious woman and careful about title, took the precaution of securing the blessing of the Pope of Rome upon Columbus&#39; voyage before she sold her jewels to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Now the Pope, as you know, is the emissary of Jesus Christ, who is the Son of God. And God made the world. Therefore, I believe it is safe to assume that He also made that part of the United States called Louisiana, and I now hope you&#39;re satisfied.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/3328880077707786591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/3328880077707786591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3328880077707786591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/3328880077707786591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/history-of-property.html' title='History of a property'/><author><name>Drs. 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His mother was cleaning up the kitchen when she realized that her broom was missing. She asked the little boy about the broom and he told her where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him to please go get it. The little boy informed his mom that he was afraid of the dark and &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t want to go out to get the broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother smiled and said &#39;The Lord is out there too, don&#39;t be afraid&#39;. The little boy opened the back door a little and said &#39;Lord if you&#39;re out there, hand me the broom&#39;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/7474957113049318802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/7474957113049318802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7474957113049318802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/7474957113049318802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/seeing-child-in-need.html' title='Seeing a child in need'/><author><name>Drs. 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St. Peter was at the Pearly gates waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Come with me&#39;, said St. Peter to the taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver did as he was told and followed St. Peter to a mansion. It had anything you could imagine from a bowling alley to an olympic size pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Wow, thank you&#39;, said the taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, St. Peter led the priest to a rugged old shack with a bunk bed and a little old television set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Wait, I think you are &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;a little mixed up&#39;, said the priest. &#39;Shouldn&#39;t I be the one who gets the mansion? After all I was a priest, went to church every day, and preached God&#39;s word.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Yes, that&#39;s true. But during your sermons people slept. When the taxi driver drove, everyone prayed.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/feeds/1214085381109287857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4535472868970776623/1214085381109287857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1214085381109287857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4535472868970776623/posts/default/1214085381109287857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorcentre.blogspot.com/2011/04/taxi-driver-in-heaven.html' title='Taxi driver in Heaven'/><author><name>Drs. 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