<?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-4840096334451782675</id><updated>2024-08-30T19:41:51.424-07:00</updated><category term="Lawyer"/><category term="Political"/><category term="Medical"/><category term="Adult"/><category term="Blonde"/><category term="Female"/><category term="children"/><category term="Gender"/><category term="Male"/><category term="Miscellaneous"/><category term="Religious"/><category term="Animal"/><category term="Bar"/><category term="Relationship"/><category term="Computer"/><category term="SMS"/><category term="Crazy"/><category term="DeepThoughts"/><category term="Real Life"/><category term="Redneck"/><category term="Men and Women"/><category term="Office"/><category term="Fart"/><category term="Sport"/><category term="School"/><category term="Math"/><category term="One Liners"/><category term="Yo Mama"/><category term="Parent"/><category term="Sarcastic"/><title type='text'>Humor Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/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>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840096334451782675.post-8300965767003454594</id><published>2011-03-04T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:37:45.304-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parent"/><title type='text'>Adults have learned</title><content type='html'>Great truths about life that adults have learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;   There is always alot to be thankful for if you take the time to look. For example: I&#39;m sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don&#39;t hurt.&lt;br /&gt;   One reason to smile is that every seven minutes of every day someone in an aerobics class pulls a hamstring.&lt;br /&gt;   Car sickness is the feeling you get when the monthly payment is due.&lt;br /&gt;   The best way to keep kids at home is to make a pleasant atmosphere and let the air out of their tires.&lt;br /&gt;   Families are like fudge....mostly sweet, with a few nuts.&lt;br /&gt;   Today&#39;s mighty oak is just yesterday&#39;s nut that held its ground.&lt;br /&gt;   Laughing helps. It&#39;s like jogging on &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;the inside.&lt;br /&gt;   Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.&lt;br /&gt;   My mind not only wanders; sometimes it leaves completely.&lt;br /&gt;   If you can remain calm, you just don&#39;t have all the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/TLusx4mBUXI/AAAAAAAAVvY/Co274NUwASA/s400/funny-pictures.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;funny-pictures&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529202940532838770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/8300965767003454594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/8300965767003454594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/8300965767003454594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/8300965767003454594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/03/adults-have-learned.html' title='Adults have learned'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/TLusx4mBUXI/AAAAAAAAVvY/Co274NUwASA/s72-c/funny-pictures.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840096334451782675.post-8997242264467425392</id><published>2011-03-04T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:34:38.049-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parent"/><title type='text'>Shopping for goods</title><content type='html'>A woman meant to call a record store but dialed the wrong number and got a private home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do you have &#39;Eyes of Blue&#39; and &#39;A Love Supreme&#39;?&quot; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, no,&quot; answered the puzzled homeowner. &quot;But I have a wife and eleven children.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is that a record?&quot; she inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t think so,&quot; replied the man, &quot;but it&#39;s as &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;close as I want to get.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/8997242264467425392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/8997242264467425392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/8997242264467425392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/8997242264467425392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/03/shopping-for-goods.html' title='Shopping for goods'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-3938599979563887379</id><published>2011-03-04T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:32:05.776-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Math"/><title type='text'>The results of statistics</title><content type='html'>1. Ten percent of all car thieves are left-handed&lt;br /&gt;2. All polar bears are left-handed&lt;br /&gt;3. If your car is stolen, there&#39;s a 10 percent chance it was taken by a Polar bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 39 percent of unemployed men wear spectacles&lt;br /&gt;2. 80 percent of employed men wear spectacles&lt;br /&gt;3. Work stuffs up your eyesight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All dogs are animals&lt;br /&gt;2. All cats are animals&lt;br /&gt;3. Therefore, all dogs are cats&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A total of 4000 cans are opened around the world every second&lt;br /&gt;2. Ten babies are conceived around the world every second&lt;br /&gt;3. Each time you open a can, you stand a 1 in 400 chance of becoming pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 269px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/TOI05wDLVNI/AAAAAAAAWaQ/g7VUoYEe6QA/s400/funny-pictures.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;funny-pictures&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540048658374546642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&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://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/3938599979563887379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/3938599979563887379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3938599979563887379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3938599979563887379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/03/results-of-statistics.html' title='The results of statistics'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/TOI05wDLVNI/AAAAAAAAWaQ/g7VUoYEe6QA/s72-c/funny-pictures.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4840096334451782675.post-3394113136201648525</id><published>2011-03-04T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:26:31.420-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Math"/><title type='text'>The math one-liners</title><content type='html'>Math problems? Call 1-800-[(10x)(13i)^2]-[sin(xy)/2.362x].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If parallel lines meet at infinity - infinity must be a very noisy place with all those lines crashing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Teacher: Now suppose the number of sheep is x...&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes sir, but what happens if the number of sheep is not x?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenophobia: the irrational fear of convergent sequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy is a game with objectives and no rules. Mathematics is a game with rules and no objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had only one day left to &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;live, I would live it in my statistics class: it would seem so much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/3394113136201648525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/3394113136201648525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3394113136201648525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3394113136201648525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/03/math-one-liners.html' title='The math one-liners'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-622495034779918863</id><published>2011-03-04T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:23:44.875-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Math"/><title type='text'>Story about infinity</title><content type='html'>A very large mathematical convention was held in Las Vegas. The conventioneers filled two hotels, each with an infinite number of rooms. The hotels were across the street from each other and were owned by brothers. One evening, while everyone was out at a bar-b-que, one of the hotels burned to the ground. The brothers got together and worked out a plan. In the remaining hotel, they moved all guests to twice their room number -- room 101 moved to 202, room 1234 moved to room 2468, etc. Then all the odd number rooms were&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; empty, and there were an infinite number of odd rooms. So the guests from the other hotel moved into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/622495034779918863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/622495034779918863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/622495034779918863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/622495034779918863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/03/story-about-infinity.html' title='Story about infinity'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-4921270108583033482</id><published>2011-02-17T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T03:03:28.011-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>Upset is unhealthy</title><content type='html'>The mother of a problem child was advised by a psychiatrist, &quot;You are far too upset and worried about your son. I suggest you take tranquilizers regularly.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her next visit the psychiatrist asked, &quot;Have the tranquilizers calmed you down?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; the boy&#39;s mother answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And how is your son now?&quot; the psychiatrist asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Who cares?&quot; &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;the mother replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/4921270108583033482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/4921270108583033482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/4921270108583033482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/4921270108583033482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/upset-is-unhealthy.html' title='Upset is unhealthy'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-5104832485396611947</id><published>2011-02-17T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T03:02:45.204-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>A mental hospital</title><content type='html'>After hearing that one of the patients in a mental hospital had saved another from a suicide attempt by pulling him out of a bathtub, the hospital director reviewed the rescuer&#39;s file and called him into his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mr. Haroldson, your records and your heroic behavior indicate that you&#39;re ready to go home. I&#39;m only sorry that the man you saved later killed himself with a rope around the neck.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, he didn&#39;t kill himself,&quot; Mr. Haroldson replied. &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;I hung him up to dry.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/5104832485396611947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/5104832485396611947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5104832485396611947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5104832485396611947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/mental-hospital.html' title='A mental hospital'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-5530444169561237938</id><published>2011-02-17T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:27:41.205-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>Feel better now</title><content type='html'>Mary was having a tough day and had stretched herself out on the couch to do a bit of what she thought to be well-deserved complaining and self- pitying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moaned to her mom and brother, &quot;Nobody loves me ... the whole world hates me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother, busily occupied playing a game, hardly looked up at her and passed on this encouraging word: &quot;That&#39;s not true, Mary. Some people don&#39;t&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; even know you.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/5530444169561237938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/5530444169561237938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5530444169561237938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5530444169561237938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/feel-better-now_17.html' title='Feel better now'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-5238207821993962363</id><published>2011-02-17T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:20:56.610-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>Letter to a shrink</title><content type='html'>Dear Shrink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It haunted me for days, weeks, months, years. I couldn’t sleep at night. The sleep I got was full of nightmares and visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought bout after bout, fight after fight, with plagues of depression and insomnia; paranoia! Just the thought vexed me night after night, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served stints in mental institutions, was even suicidal. Not even the normal 1-2 punch of Prozac and Zoloft would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would think that such a terrible and utterly disgusting act of cruelty and injustice could exist? Exist here in the United States of America, &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;the land of the free the home of the Braves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see a terrible wrong like this happening in third world anarchies, but here? The only place in the world where you can buy a six piece chicken McNugget and redeem 250 UPC symbols for a blue, red, and white basketball all on the same day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear their merciless, nerve wrecking, voices; taunting him. They kept shrieking over and over that horrid little phrase, &quot;Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t they just give the innocent, little, white rabbit some cereal? Why? Does the fact that he is a rabbit automatically deprive him of the democratic and patriotic notion, the freedom, of eating cereal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can vaguely recollect the times when he was this close to getting some of that, that CEREAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the time when he dressed as a human and went to that secret meeting but was given away by the exposure of his fluffy white tail (I am still wondering how they accepted the ears).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time he went to space and ancient times and even the jungle, but to no avail. You cannot even imagine the rabbits pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you don’t get what you want but you survive; now think of the rabbit. Over 50 YEARS of chasing his only hearts desire, the reason he lives, and NEVER getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you even begin to understand his pain, his utter grief? He is such a funny little rabbit, not silly, as those demonic little children accuse him of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all his efforts he never got any cereal; not even when the flavor berry-blue was added to the ever-so-popular flavors of orange. Cherry. Grape. Lemon. Lime. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those heartless little children had so much cereal and they wouldn’t share. Even one little spoonful would have satisfied my little white friend’s craving for those delicious six flavors. But no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Trix aren’t for rabbits. Trix are for kids. Oh! The unbearable agonizing pain it has cost me. That one simple phrase &quot;silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fourteen antagonizing years of my short but cruel life I have watched helplessly as those evil little children refused to share. I’ve seen the pain in his eyes grow from when he was a black and white toon to the five-color symbol of melancholy, infinite sadness he is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More! In a matter of moments I will be taken up into the ship following the glorious Hale-Bopp and with the help of some friends I. WILL. FEED. THE. RABBIT! Feed him to his hearts desire so he can finally enjoy the pleasure of the orange, cherry, grape, lemon, lime, and new wildberry blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see the look on their moronic little faces as I feed the rabbit! He will be happy as I, when I give Trix to the rabbit and kill the kids! Who’s with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianara, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/5238207821993962363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/5238207821993962363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5238207821993962363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5238207821993962363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-shrink.html' title='Letter to a shrink'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-2256756903243953230</id><published>2011-02-17T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:15:15.598-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>Feel better now</title><content type='html'>Mary was having a tough day and had stretched herself out on the couch to do a bit of what she thought to be well-deserved complaining and self- pitying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moaned to her mom and brother, &quot;Nobody loves me ... the whole world hates me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brother, busily occupied playing a game, hardly looked up at her and passed on this encouraging word: &quot;That&#39;s not true, Mary. Some people &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;don&#39;t even know you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/2256756903243953230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/2256756903243953230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2256756903243953230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2256756903243953230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/feel-better-now.html' title='Feel better now'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-2792865663777819165</id><published>2011-02-17T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:13:27.635-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>What is the time?</title><content type='html'>A man is strolling past the mental hospital and suddenly remembers an important meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, his watch has stopped, and he cannot tell if he is late or not. Then, he notices a patient similarly strolling about within the hospital fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out to the patient, the man says, &quot;Pardon me, sir, but do you have the time?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patient calls back, &quot;One moment!&quot; and throws himself upon the ground, pulling out a short stick as he does. He pushes the stick into the ground, and, pulling out a carpenter&#39;s level, assures himself that the stick is vertical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a compass,&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; the patient locates north and with a steel ruler, measures the precise length of the shadow cast by the stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withdrawing a slide rule from his pocket, the patient calculates rapidly, then swiftly packs up all his tools and turns back to the pedestrian, saying, &quot;It is now precisely 3:29 pm, provided today is August 16th, which I believe it is.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man can&#39;t help but be impressed by this demonstration, and sets his watch accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he leaves, he says to the patient, &quot;That was really quite remarkable, but tell me, what do you do on a cloudy day, or at night, when the stick casts no shadow?&quot; The patient holds up his wrist and says, &quot;I suppose I&#39;d just look at my watch.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Visit the previous joke on this topic!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/2792865663777819165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/2792865663777819165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2792865663777819165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2792865663777819165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-time.html' title='What is the time?'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-1998826980718495059</id><published>2011-02-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:05:42.660-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crazy"/><title type='text'>Psychiatrist phone</title><content type='html'>Hello. Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;will tell you which number to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are manic-depressive, it doesn&#39;t matter which number you press. No one will answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are phobic, don&#39;t press anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are anal retentive, please hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/1998826980718495059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/1998826980718495059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/1998826980718495059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/1998826980718495059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/psychiatrist-phone.html' title='Psychiatrist phone'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-2917709280111861480</id><published>2011-02-17T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:59:05.654-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bar"/><title type='text'>Top ten signs that you are too drunk</title><content type='html'>10. You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mosquitoes catch a buzz after attacking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your idea of cutting back is less salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You can focus better with one eye closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You fall off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The whole bar greets you when &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You haven&#39;t had a driver&#39;s license in such a long time that you have forgotten what one looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Roseanne looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You don&#39;t recognize your wife/husband unless seen through bottom of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You spent more time on the floor than you do standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/2917709280111861480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/2917709280111861480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2917709280111861480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2917709280111861480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2011/02/top-ten-signs-that-you-are-too-drunk.html' title='Top ten signs that you are too drunk'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-2467711770292712870</id><published>2010-10-04T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:50:39.154-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>A little boy goes to his dad and asks, &quot;What is politics?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, &quot;Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I&#39;m the breadwinner of the family, so let&#39;s call me capitalism. Your Mom, she&#39;s the administrator of the money, so we&#39;ll call her the Government. We&#39;re here to take care of your needs, so we&#39;ll call you the people. The nanny, we&#39;ll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we&#39;ll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents&#39; room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny&#39;s room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, &quot;Dad, I thin k I Understand the concept of politics now.&quot; The father says, &quot;Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.&quot; The little boy replies, &quot;Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/2467711770292712870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/2467711770292712870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2467711770292712870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2467711770292712870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/10/politics.html' title='Politics'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-2992259290147357025</id><published>2010-10-04T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:47:50.489-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Bush And Gore Fishing</title><content type='html'>Bush and Gore went fishing. Gore went on one side of the lake and Bush on the other. Later that day, Bush came back with 129 fish and Gore came back with none.&lt;br /&gt;Gore screamed for a revote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day bush came back with 173 fish and Gore once again screamed for a revote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the third day, Gore sent a secret service to spy on Bush. Bush came back with 293 fish this time and gore got none. Gore goes to the secret service spy and asks whether Bush is &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; replied the spy, &quot;he&#39;s putting holes in the ice.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/2992259290147357025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/2992259290147357025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2992259290147357025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2992259290147357025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/10/bush-and-gore-fishing_04.html' title='Bush And Gore Fishing'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-7413838340584454894</id><published>2010-10-04T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:45:52.315-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Bush And Gore Fishing</title><content type='html'>Bush and Gore went fishing. Gore went on one side of the lake and Bush on the other. Later that day, Bush came back with 129 fish and Gore came back with none.&lt;br /&gt;Gore screamed for a revote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day bush came back with 173 fish and Gore once again screamed for a revote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the third day, Gore sent a secret service to spy on Bush. Bush came back with 293 fish this time and gore got none. Gore goes to the secret service spy and asks whether Bush is &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; replied the spy, &quot;he&#39;s putting holes in the ice.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/7413838340584454894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/7413838340584454894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/7413838340584454894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/7413838340584454894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/10/bush-and-gore-fishing.html' title='Bush And Gore Fishing'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-2411734719152162110</id><published>2010-10-04T06:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:43:25.916-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Five Surgeons</title><content type='html'>Five surgeons are discussing who makes the best patients on the&lt;br /&gt;operating table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first surgeon says, &quot;I like to see accountants on my operating&lt;br /&gt;table, because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second responds, &quot;Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything&lt;br /&gt;inside them is color coded.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third surgeon says, &quot;No, I really think librarians are the best, everything&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside them is in alphabetical order.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth surgeon chimes in, &quot;You know, I like construction workers, those&lt;br /&gt;guys always understand when you have a few parts left over at the end, and&lt;br /&gt;when the job takes longer than you said it would.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fifth surgeon shut them all up when he observed, &quot;You&#39;re all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There&#39;s no guts, no heart, and no&lt;br /&gt;spine, and the head and ass are interchangeable.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/2411734719152162110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/2411734719152162110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2411734719152162110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2411734719152162110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-surgeons.html' title='Five Surgeons'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-2894126611388712046</id><published>2010-10-04T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:41:46.870-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>God&#39;s Letter</title><content type='html'>A little boy wanted $100 badly and prayed for two weeks but nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Then he decided to write God a letter requesting the $100. When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to God, USA, they decided to send it to President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President was so impressed, touched, and amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy a $5.00 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bush thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was delighted with the $5.00 and sat down to write a &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;thank you note to God, which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for sending the money, however, I noticed that for some reason you had to send it through Washington D.C. and, as usual, those crooks deducted $95.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/2894126611388712046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/2894126611388712046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2894126611388712046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/2894126611388712046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/10/gods-letter.html' title='God&#39;s Letter'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-3764147477001150180</id><published>2010-10-04T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T06:39:51.489-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Presidential Bird</title><content type='html'>Hillary Clinton went into a pet shop and found a beautiful parrot. &quot;Does this parrot talk?&quot; she asked. &quot;Yes, he does,&quot; the manager told her. &quot;But why is this one only $50 and all the others are $500?&quot; &quot;Well, ma&#39;am,&quot; the manager explained, &quot;not everyone would want to own this parrot since he spent years in a whore house and his language is somewhat foul.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, I want him,&quot; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Suit yourself,&quot; the manager shrugged. When Hillary got the parrot back to the White House, she uncovered his cage and admired the bird. The parrot tilted his head to &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;one side, looked her straight in the eye and said, &quot;New house, new madam.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Chelsea and a friend came in and began admiring the bird. &quot;New house, new whores,&quot; the parrot observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary explained the bird&#39;s history to Chelsea and her friend, so they too, laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the President entered the living quarters. The parrot took one look at him and said, &quot;Hi, Bill!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/3764147477001150180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/3764147477001150180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3764147477001150180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3764147477001150180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/10/presidential-bird.html' title='Presidential Bird'/><author><name>Drs. 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He said he was pleased and that she is in great shape, but, that she was pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told the doctor there was no way, but he said that she most definitely was a month pregnant. Well, she stormed out of the office and went to the receptionist and took the phone and called the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the operator answered she said that it was Hillary and that she wanted to talk to Bill right away. Well they rang the oval office and &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;Bill answered. Hillary started screaming: &quot;Do you know what you did you lousy jerk? You got me pregnant!!! The President remained silent. Again, Hillary shouted, &quot;DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID, YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Bill answered &quot;Who is this&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/4964296216079254800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/4964296216079254800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/4964296216079254800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/4964296216079254800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-bun-in-oven.html' title='The First Bun In The Oven'/><author><name>Drs. 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He will be given the choice of who he will replace forever in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three doors appear before Clinton. The first door opens. Behind it is Newt Gingrich. He&#39;s being forced to pound big rocks into little rocks. Upon seeing Newt in this predicament, Clinton cringes and says, &quot;That looks painful. I don&#39;t think this is for me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second door opens. Behind it is Ted Kennedy. He is bobbing for automobile parts in a large pool of dirty water. Grimacing at the filthy scene, Clinton says, &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t think so.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third door opens and behind it is Ken Starr. He&#39;s naked and bound hand and foot. Kneeling before him is Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I can handle that!&quot; Clinton proclaims enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Very well,&quot; says the Devil. &quot;Monica, you may go.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/5600855713294376016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/5600855713294376016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5600855713294376016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/5600855713294376016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/09/try-and-talk-your-way-out-of-this-one.html' title='Try And Talk Your Way Out Of This One'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-8155065232228753396</id><published>2010-09-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:53:40.448-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>How Many People Can You Make Happy?</title><content type='html'>The Gores and the Clintons are flying on Air Force One. Bill looks at Al, chuckles and says, &quot;You know, I could throw a $100.00 bill out the window right now and make one person very happy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al shrugs his stiff shoulders and says, &quot;Well, I could throw ten $10.00 bills out the window and make 10 people very happy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary tosses her perfectly hair-sprayed hair and says, &quot;Of course, then, I could throw one hundred-$1.00 bills out the window and make a hundred people very happy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea rolls her eyes, &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;looks at all of them and says, &quot;I could throw all of you out the fucking window and make the whole country happy!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/8155065232228753396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/8155065232228753396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/8155065232228753396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/8155065232228753396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-many-people-can-you-make-happy.html' title='How Many People Can You Make Happy?'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-3220455513643501507</id><published>2010-09-30T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:52:05.232-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Clinton Jokes</title><content type='html'>Q: What&#39;s the difference between Monica Lewinsky and the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: In order for us to get some dick in the White House, we had to go out and vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How will history remember Bill Clinton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The President after Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What&#39;s the difference between Bill Clinton and his dog Buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: One tries to hump the leg of every woman in the White House, the other is a chocolate Lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does Clinton say to interns as &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;they leave his office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &quot;Don&#39;t hit your head on the desk.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you hear about the Bill Clinton sale at clothing stores on President&#39;s Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: All pants half off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do Monica Lewinsky and the Buffalo Bills have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They both blew the big one several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing Monica saw in government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The Executive Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do Monica Lewinsky and soda pop machines have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They both have slots which say &quot;Insert Bill&quot; here.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What&#39;s the difference between Watergate and Zippergate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: This time we know who Deep Throat is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What&#39;s the recipe for Clinton stew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A small weenie in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the ingredients for the new, improved Clinton stew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: One wiener, one tongue, one cooked goose, lots of spilled beans and hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did Clinton say when asked if he had used protection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &quot;Sure, there was a guard standing right outside the door.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What&#39;s the difference between Clinton and a screwdriver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: A screwdriver turns in screws, and Clinton screws interns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you know Bill Clinton is done having sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You have to wipe the &quot;White-Water&quot; off your blouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/3220455513643501507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/3220455513643501507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3220455513643501507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/3220455513643501507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/09/clinton-jokes.html' title='Clinton Jokes'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-352272507199427167</id><published>2010-09-25T07:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:30:22.226-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Summer Lovin</title><content type='html'>The following song is sung to the tune of &quot;Summer Lovin&#39;&quot; from the musical &quot;Grease&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Summer intern, had me a blast&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;White house intern, happened so fast&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Met a girl, crazy for me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;Met the prez, down on my knees&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Summer days, sucking away, oh, I, love those summer nights&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &quot;Oh Well, ah.. well, ah....well, ah..... UH....&lt;br /&gt;Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Trip: &quot;try to remember your best&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&quot;Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Star: &quot;Did he come on your dress?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Wanted to screw her but she had a cramp&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;The prez is sexy - and makes my panties damp&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;She gave me head, right in the White House&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;I said OK, just don&#39;t come in my mouth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &quot;Well, ah.. well, ah....well, ah. uh. Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Trip: &quot;he sounds like a swell guy&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &quot;Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Star: &quot;Did he tell you to lie?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Press found out, it turned into a mess&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;He gave me fifty bucks to buy a new dress&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;She promised to lie, she made a vow&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;Wonder who is servicing him now&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill &amp; Monica: &quot;Sex filled dreams, ripped at the seams,&lt;br /&gt;But.........oh,&lt;br /&gt;Those White House Nights&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/352272507199427167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/352272507199427167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/352272507199427167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/352272507199427167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-lovin_25.html' title='Summer Lovin'/><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-4840096334451782675.post-6697732803643224985</id><published>2010-09-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:30:00.130-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Political"/><title type='text'>Summer Lovin</title><content type='html'>The following song is sung to the tune of &quot;Summer Lovin&#39;&quot; from the musical &quot;Grease&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Summer intern, had me a blast&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;White house intern, happened so fast&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Met a girl, crazy for me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;Met the prez, down on my knees&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Summer days, sucking away, oh, I, love those summer nights&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &quot;Oh Well, ah.. well, ah....well, ah..... UH....&lt;br /&gt;Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Trip: &quot;try to remember your best&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&quot;Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Star: &quot;Did he come on your dress?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Wanted to screw her but she had a cramp&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;The prez is sexy - and makes my panties damp&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;She gave me head, right in the White House&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;I said OK, just don&#39;t come in my mouth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &quot;Well, ah.. well, ah....well, ah. uh. Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Trip: &quot;he sounds like a swell guy&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Investigation Committee: &quot;Tell us more, tell us more&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth Star: &quot;Did he tell you to lie?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;Press found out, it turned into a mess&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;He gave me fifty bucks to buy a new dress&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: &quot;She promised to lie, she made a vow&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Monica: &quot;Wonder who is servicing him now&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Bill &amp; Monica: &quot;Sex filled dreams, ripped at the seams,&lt;br /&gt;But.........oh,&lt;br /&gt;Those White House Nights&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/feeds/6697732803643224985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4840096334451782675/6697732803643224985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/6697732803643224985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4840096334451782675/posts/default/6697732803643224985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorjokes007.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin'/><author><name>Drs. 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