<url>http://jokelabs.com/images/jokelabs-og.png</url> <link>http://jokelabs.com/</link> <width>200</width> <height>200</height> </image> <atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Jokelocom" /><feedburner:info uri="jokelocom" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item> <title>That Hurts</h1> <article> <h1>That Hurts</h1> <p>Thu, 24 May 2012 08:59:07 -0500</p> A paramedic had gone to an automobile accident and was checking a patient who was lying on the road for injuries. As she knelt beside him and probed him, she asked, "does this hurt?" or "does that hurt?" After each probe, he replied, "No." <br /> <br /> When she had nearly completed her examination, she shifted to a better spot from which to finish the examination and after her next probing question, he exclaimed very loudly, "That hurts!"<br /> <br /> When she asked where, he looked up at her with a look of real pain on his face and said, "You're kneeling on my fingers!" <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aQMxrCdbxn1xLns7HpvMTHojx-0/0/da"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aQMxrCdbxn1xLns7HpvMTHojx-0/1/da"></img></a></p> </article> <article> <h1>Doctors Play Poker</h1> <p>Thu, 24 May 2012 07:55:18 -0500</p> A doctor answered his phone late in the evening and heard the familiar voice of a colleague on the other end of the line.<br /> <br /> "We need a fourth player for poker," said his friend.<br /> <br /> "I'll be right over," whispered the doctor.<br /> <br /> "Where are you going at this hour?" demanded his wife as he was pulling on his coat.<br /> <br /> "I'm sorry, honey," he replied, "but I have an emergency call."<br /> <br /> "Is it serious?" his wife asked.<br /> <br /> "Oh yes, very serious," said the doctor gravely. "In fact, there are three doctors there already!" <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UI8IVREFFzOXv7la2pyfWgUcAnM/0/da"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UI8IVREFFzOXv7la2pyfWgUcAnM/1/da"></img></a></p> </article> <article> <h1>Meteor Crater in Northern Arizona</h1> <p>Thu, 24 May 2012 01:42:27 -0500</p> As a Delta Air Lines jet was flying over Arizona on a clear day, the co-pilot was providing his passengers with a running commentary about landmarks over the PA system.<br /> <br /> "Coming up on the right, you can see the Meteor Crater, which is a major tourist attraction in northern Arizona. It was formed when a lump of nickel and iron, roughly 150 feet in diameter and weighing 300,000 tons, struck the earth at about 40,000 miles an hour, scattering white-hot debris for miles in every direction. The hole measures nearly a mile across and is 570 feet deep."<br /> <br /> From the cabin, a passenger was heard to exclaim, "Wow! It just missed the highway!" <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WfFMijgoRBu1JlhTX4eVPrq_UWo/0/da"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WfFMijgoRBu1JlhTX4eVPrq_UWo/1/da"></img></a></p> </article> <article> <h1>We are Right Over My Homeland</h1> <p>Wed, 23 May 2012 20:21:07 -0500</p> An American man, a Russian man, and an African man were all up in a hot-air balloon together. After a few minutes, the Russian man put his hand down through the clouds. "Aaah!" he said. "We're right over my homeland."<br /> <br /> "How can you tell?" asked the American.<br /> <br /> "I can feel the cold air." he replied.<br /> <br /> A few hours later the African man put his hand through the clouds. "Aah we're right over my homeland." he said.<br /> <br /> "How do you know that?" asked the Russian. "I can feel the heat of the desert."<br /> <br /> Several more hours later the American put his hand through the clouds. "Aah, we're right over New York."<br /> <br /> The Russian and the African were amazed. "How do you know all of that?" they exclaimed.<br /> <br /> The American pulled his hand up. "My watch is missing." <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8GE7CMjOK3gtOV7-FWaWXOqz4h4/0/da"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8GE7CMjOK3gtOV7-FWaWXOqz4h4/1/da"></img></a></p> </article> <article> <h1>How did These Rocks Get Here</h1> <p>Wed, 23 May 2012 14:37:23 -0500</p> Swiss mountain guides who always do the same trails can get tired answering the same questions over and over. One time an English tourist was giving his guide an especially hard time with silly questions. They were walking through a mountain valley that was strewn with rocks, and the traveler asked, "How did these rocks get here?"<br /> <br /> "Sir," said the guide, "they were brought down by a glacier."<br /> <br /> The tourist peered up the mountain and said, "But I don't see any glacier."<br /> <br /> "Oh, really?" said the guide. "I guess it has gone back for more rocks." <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LqXrakJArLAcrBOPP3ifcdNFTrk/0/da"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LqXrakJArLAcrBOPP3ifcdNFTrk/1/da"></img></a></p> </article> </main></body></html>