<?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: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-1906855411180795125</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:59:07.322-04:00</updated><category term='Moses'/><category term='hymns'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='beer'/><category term='frog'/><category term='Dr.Phil'/><category term='relatives'/><category term='wal-mart'/><category term='mental health'/><category term='cabela&apos;s'/><category term='phone'/><category term='state trooper'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='midnight'/><category term='Pentagon'/><category term='autopsy'/><category term='Corvette'/><category term='pirate joke'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='work'/><category term='grandpa'/><category term='bulb'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='dog food'/><category term='exersize'/><category term='Lawyers'/><category term='TV'/><category term='black and white'/><category term='young girl'/><category term='God'/><category term='old age'/><category term='bus ride'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='injury'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='school'/><category term='Life'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='calmness'/><category term='monkey'/><category term='church'/><category term='baby'/><category term='vegetables'/><category term='checkout'/><category term='chocotate'/><category term='Prince'/><category term='genies'/><category term='Rocky top'/><category term='love'/><category term='rust'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Redhead'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='skirt'/><category term='Kiss'/><category term='small town'/><category term='Family'/><category term='snake'/><category term='Judge'/><category term='time off'/><category term='old woman'/><category term='sex'/><category term='Wildcats'/><category term='couples'/><category term='court'/><category term='flies'/><category term='Texan'/><category term='little johnny'/><category term='Kentucky'/><category term='age'/><category term='redneck'/><category term='President'/><category term='sister'/><category term='superman'/><category term='blondes'/><category term='women'/><category term='children'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='Theater'/><category term='office'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='potted plant'/><category term='blind cashier'/><category term='court reporters'/><category term='golf'/><category term='Mom jokes'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='wife'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Pet'/><category term='period'/><category term='Men'/><category term='U of T'/><category term='Bad news'/><category term='parents'/><category term='Report card'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='old guy'/><category term='USRSF'/><category term='food'/><category term='joke'/><category term='Hillary Clinton'/><category term='special forces'/><category term='health'/><category term='fishing rod'/><category term='game warden'/><category term='national anthem'/><category term='cuckoo'/><category term='ambulance'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Jokes from mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-2060149908704929815</id><published>2011-04-19T02:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T02:58:25.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; color: blue; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I  thought you all would enjoy this little conversation with God about  lawn care.  We all feel so guilty about it if we don't take care of our  lawns.  Now we can feel guilty if we do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; color: black;"&gt;  &lt;img height="20" width="20" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; color: black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: green; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: green; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;  "Frank, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is  going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions,  violets,  milkweeds  and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect  no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil,  withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the  long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of  songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I  see are these green rectangles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They  started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill  them and replace them with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: blue; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract  butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to  temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing  there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it  green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any  other plant that crops up in the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow.  And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yes, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on  the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves  them a lot of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing  so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can  continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer  stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the  spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they  fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the  soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle.  As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to  have them hauled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which  they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the  leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And where do they get this mulch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ST. FRANCIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine,  you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us  tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(194, 0, 0); font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(194, 0, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ST. CATHERINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   GOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00a000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lose the joy in discovering new things.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-2060149908704929815?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/2060149908704929815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=2060149908704929815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2060149908704929815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2060149908704929815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-thought-you-all-would-enjoy-this.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6229270235626194509</id><published>2009-11-28T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:19:51.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calmness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Oil Change Instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:18pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Oil  Change instructions  for &lt;u&gt;Women&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:black;" dverdana=""   &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage  reaches  3000 miles since the last oil  change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;2)  Drink a cup of  coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;3)  15 minutes later, write a check and leave,  driving a properly maintained  vehicle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_ecmsonormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Money  spent: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Oil  Change: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="EC_EC_EC_ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_ecmsonormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;$30.00&lt;br /&gt;Coffee:  $1.00&lt;br /&gt;Total: $31.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========== &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="EC_EC_EC_ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Oil  Change instructions for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;1)  Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store  and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter,  hand cleaner and a scented tree, use your  debit card  for $50.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;2)  Stop by 7/11 and buy a case of beer,  (debit $20), drive  home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;3)  Open a beer and drink  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack  stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;5)  Find jack stands under kid's pedal  car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;6)  In frustration, open another beer and drink  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;7)  Place drain pan under  engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;8)  Look for 9/16"  box wrench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;9)  Give up and use crescent(  adjustable) wrench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="" d="" verdana=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;10)  Unscrew drain  plug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;11)  Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot  oil on you in process.  Cuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;12)  Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of  face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled  oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;13)  Have another beer while watching oil  drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;14)  Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter  wrench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;15)  Give up; crawl under car and hammer a  screwdriver through oil filter and twist  off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;16)  Crawl out from under car with dripping oil  filter splashing oil everywhere from  holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among  trash in trash can to avoid environmental  penalties. Drink a  beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;17)  Install new oil filter making sure to apply a  thin coat of oil  to gasket  surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;18)  Dump first quart of fresh oil into  engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;19)  Remember drain plug from step  11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;20)  Hurry to find drain plug in drain  pan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;21)  Drink  beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;22)  Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on  the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil  spill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;23)  Get drain plug back in with only a minor spill.  Drink  beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;24)  Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes.  Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain  plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench  tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame  removing any excess skin between knuckles and  frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;25)  Begin cussing  fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span rdana=""  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;26)  Throw stupid crescent  wrench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;27)  Cuss for additional 5 minutes because wrench hit  bowling  trophy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;28)  Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;29)  Clean up hands and bandage as required to stop  blood  flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;30)  Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;31)  Dump in five fresh quarts of  oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;32)  Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;33)  Lower car from jack  stands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;34)  Move car back to apply more kitty litter to  fresh oil spilled during any missed  steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;35)  Beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;36)  Test drive  car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;37)  Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the  influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;38)  Car gets  impounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span size3d5=""  style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;39)  Call loving wife, make  bail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;40)  12 hours later, get car from impound  yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_ecmsonormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Money  spent:&lt;br /&gt;Parts: $50.00&lt;br /&gt;DUI: $2500.00&lt;br /&gt;Impound  fee: $75.00&lt;br /&gt;Bail: $1500.00&lt;br /&gt;Beer: $20..00&lt;br /&gt;Total: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;$4,145.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span=2 0style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  you&lt;/span=2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the  job was done  right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="EC_EC_EC_ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_ecmsonormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 191);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 191);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND  THIS TO WOMEN WHO NEED A  LAUGH.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 191);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 191);font-size:18pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND  TO ANY MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE  IT....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"  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term='God'/><title type='text'>Progress???</title><content type='html'>Over five thousand years ago, Moses said to the children of&lt;br /&gt;Israel "pick up your shovel , mount your asses and camels , and I&lt;br /&gt;will lead you to the promised land".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 75 years ago , Roosevelt said, " Lay down your shovels , sit on your asses , and light up a camel , this is the promised land".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Obama is going to steal your shovel, kick your asses, raise the price of camels, and mortgage the promised land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3262184959456167258?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3262184959456167258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6389138324646380893</id><published>2009-11-28T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:57:22.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>THIS WEEK'S BEST BLONDE JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAR TROUBLE&lt;/b&gt; A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic that it just died. After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "What's the story?" He replies, "Just crap in the carburetor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "How often do I have to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPEEDING TICKET &lt;/b&gt;A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you took away my license and today you expect me to show it to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXPOSURE &lt;/b&gt;A blonde is walking down the street with her blouse open and her right breast hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman approaches her and says, "Ma'am, are you aware that I could cite you for indecent exposure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Why officer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because your breast is hanging out." he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks down and says, "OH MY GOD, I left the baby on the bus again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KNITTING&lt;/b&gt; A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, "PULL OVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" the blonde yelled back, "IT'S A SCARF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN A VACUUM &lt;/b&gt;A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on Science &amp;amp; Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her question was, "If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?" She thought for a time and then asked, "Is it on or off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINAL EXAM&lt;/b&gt; The blonde reported for her university final examination that consists of yes/no type questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes and then, in a fit of inspiration, takes out her purse, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin, marking the answer sheet: Yes, for Heads, and No, for Tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a half hour she is all done, whereas the rest of the class is still sweating it out. During the last few minutes she is seen desperately throwing the coin, muttering and sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I finished the exam in half an hour, but now I'm rechecking my answers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINALLY, NAMING THE DOGS! &lt;/b&gt;A girl was visiting her blond friend who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HelOOOooo," answered the blond. "They're watch dogs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Statistics have shown that one in four people are mentally challenged. Check out three people you know. If they're okay, it's you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-6389138324646380893?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/6389138324646380893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=6389138324646380893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6389138324646380893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6389138324646380893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-weeks-best-blonde-jokes.html' title='THIS WEEK&apos;S BEST BLONDE JOKES'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5754187028263946386</id><published>2009-11-28T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:51:39.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exersize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocotate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;I love this Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="MA1.1245110775" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=00000000000066Z&amp;amp;pos=22645&amp;amp;bodylen=15670&amp;amp;realname=Image.jpg" width="259" height="285" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor,  I've heard that  cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Your  heart is only good for so many  beats, and that's it...  don't waste them on exercise. &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everything wears out  eventually.  Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that's like saying you can extend  the life of your car by driving it faster.  &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Want to live longer?  Take a  nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should  I cut  down on meat and  eat more fruits and  vegetables? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You  must grasp  logistical efficiencies.  What does a cow eat?   Hay and corn.&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And what are these?  Vegetables.  So a steak  is nothing more  than an efficient &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mechanism&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of  delivering vegetables to your  system.   Need grain?   Eat  chicken.   &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beef is also a good source  of field grass  (green leafy vegetable).   &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And a pork chop can  give you  100% of your recommended daily allowance of  vegetable  products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should  I reduce my  alcohol intake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  No,  not at all.  Wine is made from  fruit.  Brandy is  distilled wine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that means they take the water out of  the fruity bit so you  get even more &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of the goodness that  way.   Beer is also made out  of grain.  Bottoms   up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How  can I calculate my body/fat   ratio? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well,  if you have a body and you have  fat, your ratio is one  to one.  &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you have two bodies, your  ratio is two to  one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What  are some of  the advantages of participating in a regular  exercise  program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't  think of a single one, sorry.  My  philosophy is: No  Pain...Good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:red;"  &gt;Q:  Aren't  fried  foods bad for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A:  YOU'RE  NOT  LISTENING!!! .....  Foods are fried these days in  vegetable oil.  &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In fact,  they're permeated in it.  How could  getting more  vegetables be bad for  you?  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Will  sit-ups  help prevent me from getting a little soft  around  the middle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A: Definitely  not! When  you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You  should only be  doing sit-ups if you want a bigger   stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Q:  Is   chocolate bad for me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A:  Are   you crazy? HELLO   Cocoa  beans ! Another vegetable!!! &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's the best feel-good   food around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:red;"  &gt;Q:  Is   swimming good for your figure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:13.5pt;color:maroon;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13.5pt;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;A:  If   swimming is good for  your figure,  explain whales to  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Q:  Is getting   in-shape important for my   lifestyle?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A:  Hey!  'Round' is  a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,   I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may  have had about  food  and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  remember: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Life should  NOT  be a journey to the grave with the intention&lt;br /&gt;of  arriving  safely in an attractive and well preserved  body,&lt;br /&gt;but rather  to skid in sideways -&lt;br /&gt;Chardonnay in one  hand - chocolate in  the other -&lt;br /&gt;body thoroughly used up,  totally worn out and &lt;br /&gt;screaming 'WOO  HOO, What a  Ride'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;AND.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final  word on nutrition and health.&lt;br /&gt;It's a relief to know the  truth after all those conflicting nutritional  studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat  very little fat&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and suffer  fewer heart attacks than  Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans  eat a lot of  fat&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and suffer fewer heart attacks than  Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese  drink very little  red wine &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and  suffer fewer heart attacks than  Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The  Italians drink a lot of red  wine&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and suffer fewer heart attacks than  Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans  drink a lot of beers and eat lots of  sausages and fats  &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and suffer fewer heart attacks than   Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking  English is apparently what kills  you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Today is a gift, that is why it is called   The Present.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5754187028263946386?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5754187028263946386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5754187028263946386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5754187028263946386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5754187028263946386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-this-doctor-q-doctor-ive-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6840662300738194800</id><published>2009-11-28T10:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:42:48.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Little Boy's Letter To God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="AOLMsgPart_2_5fe422db-ef19-4436-9b92-a1eb21952fa5"&gt;&lt;style&gt;#AOLMsgPart_2_5fe422db-ef19-4436-9b92-a1eb21952fa5 .hmmessage P {    PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px}#AOLMsgPart_2_5fe422db-ef19-4436-9b92-a1eb21952fa5 BODY.hmmessage {    FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana}&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(92, 88, 90);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;A little boy wanted $100.00 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Then he decided to write God a letter requesting the $100.00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;When the Postal authorities received the letter to  God,  USA , they decided to send it to the President. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The President was so amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy a $5.00 bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The President thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;The little boy was delighted with the $5.00 bill and sat down to write a thank-you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;note to God, which read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;"&gt;Thank you very much for sending the money. However, I noticed that for some reason you sent it through Washington, DC!, and those idiots deducted $95.00 in taxes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-6840662300738194800?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/6840662300738194800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=6840662300738194800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6840662300738194800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6840662300738194800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-boys-letter-to-god.html' title='Little Boy&apos;s Letter To God'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-211297961444016047</id><published>2009-05-22T13:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:28:37.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autopsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court reporters'/><title type='text'>Disorder in the courts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;table class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="border-style: none none none solid; padding: 0in 0in 0in 3pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 2.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_role_document" style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div id="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_yiv524763595"&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;blockquote style="border-style: none none none solid; padding: 0in 0in 0in 3pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 2.5pt;"&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;table class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="3"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are from a book called 'Disorder in the American Courts' and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;             ____________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:T imes New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             ___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Now doctor, is n't it true that when a person dies in his sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he doesn't know about it until the next morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             _________________________ ___________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: He's twenty, much like your IQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             ___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Are you shitting me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             _________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: getting laid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             ____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: How many were boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             W ITNESS : Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I get a new attorney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             ____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: By death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Take a guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             ____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I'm going with male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             _____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;notice which I sent to your attorney?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             ______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             _________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;             WITNESS: Oral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              _________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: If not, he was by the time I finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               ____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               ______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the best for last:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pulse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the autopsy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: Be cause his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and practicing law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="EC_EC_EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK ABOUT IT!  MOST MEMBERS OF CONGRESS ARE LAWYERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-211297961444016047?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/211297961444016047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=211297961444016047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/211297961444016047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/211297961444016047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/05/disorder-in-courts.html' title='Disorder in the courts'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-544065144647035481</id><published>2009-05-21T13:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:19:42.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div&gt;Leftovers from Mother’s Day….so what Mom doesn’t do leftovers!!&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL MOTHERS…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Real Mothers don’t eat quiche; they don’t have time to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.&lt;br /&gt;Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Real Mothers know that dried Playdough doesn’t come out of shag carpets.&lt;br /&gt;Real Mothers don’t want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Real Mothers sometimes ask, “Why me?” and get their answer when a little voice says, “Because I love you best.”&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Real Mothers know that a child’s growth is not measured by height or years or grade. It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mommy to Mom…&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;=======================================&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE IMAGES OF MOTHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;4 years old: My Mommy can do anything!&lt;br /&gt;8 years old: My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;12 years old: My Mother doesn’t really know quite everything.&lt;br /&gt;14 years old: Naturally, Mother doesn’t know that,  either.&lt;br /&gt;16 years old: Mother? She’s hopelessly old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;18 years old: That old woman? She’s way out of date!&lt;br /&gt;25 years old: Well, she might know a little bit about it.&lt;br /&gt;35 years old: Before we decide, let’s get Mom’s opinion.&lt;br /&gt;45 years old: Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?&lt;br /&gt;65 years old: Wish I could talk it over with Mom.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;today’sTHOUGHT============================&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;DIAPER spelled backward is REPAID. Think about it… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-544065144647035481?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/544065144647035481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=544065144647035481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/544065144647035481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/544065144647035481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-4768001564417132178</id><published>2009-05-14T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:09:37.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potted plant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambulance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injury'/><title type='text'>Garter Snakes can be dangerous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; dangerous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; Yes, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241045461_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241956873_0"&gt;grass snakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not rattlesnakes. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A couple in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241045461_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;Frankenmuth, Michigan&lt;/span&gt;, had a lot of potted plants. During&lt;br /&gt; a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to&lt;br /&gt; protect them from a possible freeze.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It turned out that a little green garden &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241045461_2" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241956873_1"&gt;grass snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was hidden in&lt;br /&gt; one of the plants. When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She let out a very loud scream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room&lt;br /&gt; naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About&lt;br /&gt; that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind. He thought the&lt;br /&gt; snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up,&lt;br /&gt; told him to lie still and called an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The attendants rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded&lt;br /&gt; him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the&lt;br /&gt;Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher.. &lt;br /&gt;That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she&lt;br /&gt; called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with&lt;br /&gt; a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he&lt;br /&gt; decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where&lt;br /&gt; she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake&lt;br /&gt; rushed back under the sofa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR&lt;br /&gt; to revive her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the&lt;br /&gt; grocery store, saw her husband's    mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her&lt;br /&gt; husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out&lt;br /&gt; and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor&lt;br /&gt; lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the&lt;br /&gt; snake had bitten him. She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of&lt;br /&gt; whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By now, the police had arrived. &lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;color:#0000ff;" &gt;Breathe here......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a&lt;br /&gt; drunken fight had occurred.. They were about to arrest them all, when&lt;br /&gt; the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241045461_3" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1241956873_2"&gt;green snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none;"&gt;  The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his&lt;br /&gt; sobbing wife.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one&lt;br /&gt; of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit&lt;br /&gt; the leg of the end table. The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and,&lt;br /&gt; as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The other policeman tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the&lt;br /&gt; window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped&lt;br /&gt; out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and&lt;br /&gt; smashed into the parked police car.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire&lt;br /&gt; department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when&lt;br /&gt; they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead&lt;br /&gt; wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city&lt;br /&gt; block area (but they did get the house fire out).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time passed! Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house&lt;br /&gt; was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all&lt;br /&gt; was right with their world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a&lt;br /&gt;cold snap for that night. The wife asked her husband if he thought they should&lt;br /&gt; bring in their plants for the night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And that's when he shot her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So my dear friend, even though you have heard they are "harmless"&lt;br /&gt; leave them there Thamnophissirtalis alone.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-4768001564417132178?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/4768001564417132178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=4768001564417132178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4768001564417132178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4768001564417132178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/05/garter-snakes-can-be-dangerous.html' title='Garter Snakes can be dangerous...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-9104154288355544686</id><published>2009-05-14T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:05:26.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Sometimes it helps to be old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No one believes seniors . . . everyone  thinks they are senile.&lt;br /&gt;An Elderly couple was celebrating their sixtieth anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighborhood after they retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands they walked back to their  old school.&lt;br /&gt;It was not locked, so they entered, and found the old desk they'd shared, where Andy had carved 'I love you, Sally.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car,  practically landing at their feet Sally quickly picked it up, but not sure what to do with it, they took it home. There, she counted the money-- fifty-thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy said, 'We've got to give it back.'&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'Finders keepers.' She  put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, two FBI men were canvassing the neighbourhood looking for the money,  and knocked on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pardon me, but did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;Andy said, 'She's lying. She hid it up in the attic.'&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'Don't believe him, he's getting senile..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agents turn to Andy and began to question him.&lt;br /&gt;One says:  'Tell us the story from the beginning'&lt;br /&gt;Andy said, 'Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday . . '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first FBI guy turns to his partner and says, 'We're outta here.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-9104154288355544686?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/9104154288355544686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=9104154288355544686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/9104154288355544686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/9104154288355544686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-it-helps-to-be-old.html' title='Sometimes it helps to be old'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-1580272354672878805</id><published>2009-04-21T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:12:21.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The love story of Ralph and Edna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="yiv1988249829"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:black;"   &gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.  Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.  One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool.  Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="gmail_quote" lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span fac="" e="Arial"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:black;"   &gt;He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:black;"   &gt;Edna promptly jumped in to save him.  She swam to the bottom and pulled him out.  When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from  the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span l="" style=";font-family:Aria;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:black;"   &gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news ..  The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love.  I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;!--  SPAN--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:black;"   &gt;The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him.  I am so sorry, but he's dead.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Georgia;font-size:24;color:black;"   &gt;Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry.  How soon can I go home?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-1580272354672878805?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/1580272354672878805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=1580272354672878805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1580272354672878805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1580272354672878805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-story-of-ralph-and-edna.html' title='The love story of Ralph and Edna...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-1476671231915889237</id><published>2009-04-04T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T15:52:56.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>No Sense of Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div id="AOLMsgPart_3_35964f75-9dd4-4daf-bb6f-3be6f7a1a3fb"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wife and I are watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" while we are in bed..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?".................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." She answered.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I then said, "Is that your final answer?" ..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." She replied............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, " I'd like to phone a friend."................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; That's the last thing I remember............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon emoticon-smileyvery-happy" id="smileyvery-happy" title="" alt=":smileyvery-happy:" src="http://community.comcast.net/i/smilies/16x16_smiley-very-happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;img class="emoticon emoticon-smileysurprised" id="smileysurprised" title="Smiley Surprised" alt=":smileysurprised:" src="http://community.comcast.net/i/smilies/16x16_smiley-surprised.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-1476671231915889237?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/1476671231915889237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=1476671231915889237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1476671231915889237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1476671231915889237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-sense-of-humor.html' title='No Sense of Humor'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5310880190448403833</id><published>2009-03-27T10:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:28:38.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corvette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state trooper'/><title type='text'>A good reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;A Senior Citizen drove his brand new Corvette convertible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;out of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking off down the road, he floored it to 80 mph, enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;the wind blowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;through what little hair he had left.&lt;br /&gt;"Amazing," he thought as he flew down I-45, pushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;the pedal even more.&lt;br /&gt;Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw a state trooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;behind him, lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;flashing and siren blaring.&lt;br /&gt;He floored it to 100 mph, then 110, then 120. Suddenly he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;thought, "What am&lt;br /&gt;I doing? I'm too old for this," and pulled over to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;await the trooper's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;arrival. &lt;br /&gt;Pulling in behind him, the trooper walked up to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Corvette, looked at his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;watch and said, "Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;If you can give me a reason for speeding that I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;never heard before, I'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;let you go."&lt;br /&gt;The old gentleman paused.  Then said, "Years ago, my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;wife ran off with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back."&lt;br /&gt;"Have a good day, sir," replied the trooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5310880190448403833?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5310880190448403833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5310880190448403833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5310880190448403833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5310880190448403833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-reason.html' title='A good reason'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5066364547180381759</id><published>2009-03-27T10:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:17:05.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hymns'/><title type='text'>About those Church Hymns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_lw_1237811232_69" style="background-position: 0% 50%; background-attachment: scroll; background-repeat: repeat;"&gt;&lt;span class="EC_yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A minister decided to do something a little different one Sunday morning.   He said, “Today, I am going to say a single word and you are going to help me preach. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whatever single word I say, I want you to sing whatever hymn comes to your mind.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor shouted out CROSS.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Immediately the congregation started singing &lt;i&gt;THE OLD RUGGED CROSS&lt;/i&gt; in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor hollered out GRACE and the congregation began to sing &lt;i&gt;AMAZING GRACE&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor said POWER.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The congregation sang &lt;i&gt;THERE IS POWER IN THE BLOOD&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor said SEX.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The congregation fell into total silence.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was in shock. They all nervously began to look around at&lt;br /&gt;each other, afraid to say anything.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then all of a sudden, from way in the back of the church, a little 87-year-old grandmother stood up and began to sing &lt;i&gt;PRECIOUS MEMORIES&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this along and make someone smile today (I just did.) Gotta love little old ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh... it burns calories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5066364547180381759?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5066364547180381759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5066364547180381759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5066364547180381759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5066364547180381759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-those-church-hymns.html' title='About those Church Hymns'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6601529160324614649</id><published>2009-03-13T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:32:06.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Important message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE ABOUT GROWING OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[]" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000005Z1&amp;amp;pos=9833&amp;amp;bodylen=64870&amp;amp;realname=image001.jpg" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, CRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Now I forgot what it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-6601529160324614649?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/6601529160324614649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=6601529160324614649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6601529160324614649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6601529160324614649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/03/important-message.html' title='Important message'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7707198698703681573</id><published>2009-02-26T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:57:31.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Involvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A man owned a small farm in  Tennessee on McClerkin road.   The SC Wage &amp;amp; Hours Department claimed he was not paying proper Wages to his help and sent an agent out to interview him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;'I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them,' demanded the agent.   'Well,' replied the farmer, 'there's my farm hand who's been with me for 3 years. I pay him $200 a week plus &lt;span class="EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;free room and board&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cook has been here for 18 months, and I pay her $150 per week plus&lt;br /&gt;free room and board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the half-wit. He works about 18 hours every day and does&lt;br /&gt;about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his &lt;span class="EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;own room and board&lt;/span&gt;, and I buy him a bottle of bourbon &lt;span class="EC_EC_yshortcuts"&gt;every Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night. He also sleeps with my wife occasionally.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's the guy I want to talk to...the half-wit,' says the agent.  'That would be me,' replied the farmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7707198698703681573?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7707198698703681573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7707198698703681573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7707198698703681573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7707198698703681573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/02/government-involvement.html' title='Government Involvement'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7611338786359803813</id><published>2009-02-23T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:23:58.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RETARDED GRANDPARENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know this has been around before but it's still cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;RETARDED GRANDPARENTS - (this was actually reported by a teacher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;After &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1233282856_34"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;One child wrote the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The Villages, in &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1233282856_35"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;At their gate, there is a &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1233282856_36"&gt;doll house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a little old man sitting in it.  He watches all day so nobody can escape.  Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.  Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night --- early birds.  Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house.  The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too.  When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.  Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7611338786359803813?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7611338786359803813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7611338786359803813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7611338786359803813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7611338786359803813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/02/retarded-grandparents.html' title='RETARDED GRANDPARENTS'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3099485251998052914</id><published>2009-02-23T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:06:40.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>On the first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;the first day, God created the dog and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey said: 'Mon key tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said:&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, God created man and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;But man said: 'Only twenty yea rs? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tahoma','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;onkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;front porch&lt;/span&gt; and bark at everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;Life has now been explained to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to thank me for this valuable information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3099485251998052914?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3099485251998052914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3099485251998052914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3099485251998052914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3099485251998052914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-first-day.html' title='On the first day'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3801166371477840287</id><published>2009-01-30T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:48:06.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulb'/><title type='text'>Sick Leave</title><content type='html'>I urgently needed a few days off work,&lt;br /&gt;But, I knew the boss would not allow me to take leave.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe if I acted 'Crazy' then he would tell me to take a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;So, I hung upside-down on the ceiling and made funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb,&lt;br /&gt;So that the Boss might think I was 'Crazy' and give me a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked,&lt;br /&gt;'What in the name of good GOD are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was a light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'You are clearly stressed out.' Go home and recuperate for a couple of days.'&lt;br /&gt;I jumped down and walked out of the office...&lt;br /&gt;When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her, And where do you think you're going?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'I'm going home too. I can't work in the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3801166371477840287?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3801166371477840287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3801166371477840287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3801166371477840287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3801166371477840287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-leave-i-urgently-needed-few-days.html' title='Sick Leave'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-65578925907248205</id><published>2009-01-21T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:37:06.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genies'/><title type='text'>What would YOU wish for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A husband takes his wife to play her first game of golf. Of course, the wife promptly whacked her first shot right through the window of the biggest house adjacent to the course. The husband cringed, "I warned you to be careful! Now we'll have to go up there, find the owner, apologize and see how much your lousy drive is going to cost us." So the couple walked up to the house and knocked on the door. A warm voice said, "Come on in." When they opened the door they saw the damage that was done. Glass was all over the place, and a broken antique bottle was lying on its side near the broken window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man reclining on the couch asked, "Are you the people that broke my window?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...yes, sir. We're sure sorry about that," the husband replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually I want to thank you. You see, I'm a genie, and I've been trapped in that bottle for a thousand years. Now that you've released me, I'm allowed to grant three wishes. I'll give you each one wish, but if you don't mind, I'll keep the last one for myself." "Wow, that's great!" the husband said. He pondered a moment and blurted out, "I'd like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life."&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," said the genie. "You've got it, it's the least I can do. And I'll guarantee you a long, healthy life! And now you, young lady, what do you want?" the genie asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to own a gorgeous home complete with servants in every country in the world," she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Consider it done," the genie said. "And your homes will always be safe from fire, burglary and natural disasters!"&lt;br /&gt;"And now," the couple asked in unison, what's your wish, genie?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle and haven't been with a woman in more than a thousand years, my wish is to have sex with your wife." The husband looks at his wife and says, "Gee honey, you know we both now have a fortune, and all those houses, what do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;She mulled it over for a few moments and says, "You know, you're right. Considering our good fortune I guess I wouldn't mind. But what about you, honey?"&lt;br /&gt;"You know I love you sweetheart," said the husband, "and I would do the same for you!"&lt;br /&gt;So the genie and the woman go upstairs where they spend the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other in every way. After about three hours of non-stop sex, the genie rolls over and looks directly into her eyes and asked, "How old are you and your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why, we're both 35," she responded breathlessly.&lt;br /&gt;"No kidding! Thirty-five years old and both of you still believe in genies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-65578925907248205?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/65578925907248205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=65578925907248205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/65578925907248205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/65578925907248205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/01/husband-takes-his-wife-to-play-her.html' title='What would YOU wish for?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3637812052140489303</id><published>2009-01-05T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:06:56.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>The Kindness of Lawyers</title><content type='html'>The United Way realized that it had never received a donation from the city's most successful lawyer. So a United Way volunteer paid the lawyer a visit in his lavish office. The volunteer opened the meeting by saying, 'Our research shows that even though your annual income is over two million dollars, you don't give a penny to charity. Wouldn't you like to give something back to your community through the United Way?' The lawyer thinks for a minute and says, 'First, did your research also show you that my mother is dying after a long, painful illness and she has huge medical bills that are far beyond her ability to pay?' Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbles, 'Uh... no, I didn't know that.' 'Secondly,' says the lawyer, 'did it show that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair and is unable to support his wife and six children? The stricken United Way rep begins to stammer an apology, but is cut off again. 'Thirdly, did your research also show you that my sister's husband died in a dreadful car accident, leaving her penniless with a mortgage and three children, one of whom is disabled and another that has learning disabilities requiring an array of private tutors?' The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, says, 'I'm so sorry, I had no idea.' And the lawyer says, 'So...if I didn't give any money to them, what makes you think I'd give any to you?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3637812052140489303?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3637812052140489303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3637812052140489303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3637812052140489303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3637812052140489303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2009/01/kindness-of-lawyers.html' title='The Kindness of Lawyers'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-372920127954902129</id><published>2008-12-23T14:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:58:01.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young girl'/><title type='text'>Looking for my wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000080;"&gt;Two old guys are pushing their trolleys around the supermarket&lt;br /&gt; when they collide. The first old guy says to the second guy,&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry about that. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000080;"&gt;looking for my wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000080;"&gt;, and I guess&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second old guy says,&lt;br /&gt;"That's OK. It's a coincidence. I'm looking for my wife, too,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't find her and I'm getting a little desperate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first old guy says, "Well, maybe I can help you find her. &lt;br /&gt;What does she look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second old guy says,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, she is 27 years old, tall with blonde hair, blue eyes,&lt;br /&gt;long legs, big &amp;amp; firm in front, cute tight behind and wearing Hot pants.&lt;br /&gt;What does your wife look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the first old guy says,&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind. Let's look for yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-372920127954902129?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/372920127954902129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=372920127954902129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/372920127954902129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/372920127954902129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-for-my-wife.html' title='Looking for my wife'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3150754101737815931</id><published>2008-12-11T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:34:53.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>A Small White Dot</title><content type='html'>A kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out something&lt;br /&gt;exciting and relate it to the class the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time came to present what they'd found, the first little boy the&lt;br /&gt;teacher called on walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece of&lt;br /&gt;chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard and sat back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the teacher asked him what it was. 'It's a period,' he replied. 'I&lt;br /&gt;can see that,' said the teacher, 'but what is so exciting about a period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Darned if I know,' he said, 'but this morning my sister was missing one, my&lt;br /&gt;mom fainted, my dad had a heart attack, and the boy next door joined the&lt;br /&gt;Navy.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3150754101737815931?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3150754101737815931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3150754101737815931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3150754101737815931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3150754101737815931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-white-dot.html' title='A Small White Dot'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7331422040102024962</id><published>2008-12-11T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:31:59.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>How to Tell the Sex of a Fly</title><content type='html'>A woman walked into the kitchen to find her&lt;br /&gt;husband stalking around with a fly swatter&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing?' She asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Hunting Flies' He responded.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh. ! Killing any?' She asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Yep, 3 males, 2 Females,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, she asked.&lt;br /&gt;'How can you tell them apart?'&lt;br /&gt;He responded,&lt;br /&gt;'3 were on a beer can,&lt;br /&gt;2 were on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7331422040102024962?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7331422040102024962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7331422040102024962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7331422040102024962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7331422040102024962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-tell-sex-of-fly.html' title='How to Tell the Sex of a Fly'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-4305571157666491117</id><published>2008-12-10T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:24:25.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><title type='text'>6 Brazilian men</title><content type='html'>A Blonde is watching the news with her husband when the newscaster&lt;br /&gt;says&lt;br /&gt;6 Brazilian men die in a skydiving accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde starts crying to her husband, sobbing 'That's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, he says, 'Yes dear, it is sad, but they were skydiving,&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;there is that risk involved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the blonde, still sobbing, says, 'How many is a&lt;br /&gt;Brazilian?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-4305571157666491117?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/4305571157666491117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=4305571157666491117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4305571157666491117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4305571157666491117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-brazilian-men.html' title='6 Brazilian men'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5762162031458463630</id><published>2008-11-13T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:08:32.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>Crafty old ladies</title><content type='html'>Three mischievous old Grandmas were sitting on a bench outside a nursing home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when an old Grandpa walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the old Grandmas yelled out saying, 'We bet we can tell exactly how old you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, 'There is no way you can guess it, you old fools.'&lt;br /&gt;One of the old Grandmas said, 'Sure we can! Just drop your pants and under shorts and we can tell your exact age.'&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed just a little, but anxious to prove they couldn't do it, he dropped his drawers.&lt;br /&gt;The Grandmas asked him to first turn around a couple of times and to jump up and down several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all piped up and said, 'You're 87 years old!'&lt;br /&gt;Standing with his pants down around his ankles, the old gent asked,'How in the world did you guess?'&lt;br /&gt;Slapping their knees and grinning from ear to ear, the three old ladies happily yelled in unison - - 'We were at your birthday party yesterday!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5762162031458463630?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5762162031458463630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5762162031458463630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5762162031458463630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5762162031458463630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/11/crafty-old-ladies.html' title='Crafty old ladies'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-626268361891149305</id><published>2008-11-13T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:09:49.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus ride'/><title type='text'>Lady on a bus...Almost</title><content type='html'>As the bus stopped and it was her turn to get on, she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the first step of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slightly embarrassed and with a quick smile to the bus driver, she reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little, thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg She tried to take the step, only to discover that she couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a little more embarrassed, she once again reached behind her to unzip her skirt a little more, and for the second time attempted the step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, much to her chagrin, she could not raise her leg. With a little smile to the driver, she again reached behind to unzip a little more and again was unable to take the step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time, a large Texan who was standing behind her picked her up easily by the waist and placed her gently on the step of the bu s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went ballistic and turned to the would-be Samaritan and yelled, ' How dare you touch my body! I don't even know who you are!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Texan smiled and drawled, 'Well, ma'am, normally I would agree with you, but after you unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured we was friends.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-626268361891149305?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/626268361891149305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=626268361891149305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/626268361891149305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/626268361891149305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/11/lady-on-busalmost.html' title='Lady on a bus...Almost'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5407582781653001264</id><published>2008-11-13T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:01:52.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2008's First Christmas Joke&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In honor of this holy season" Saint Peter said,  "You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. "It represents a candle", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may pass through the pearly gates" Saint Peter said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, "They're bells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peter said "You may pass through the pearly gates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and  finally pulled out a pair of women's panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and&lt;br /&gt; asked, "And just what do those symbolize?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "These are Carols."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So The Christmas Season&lt;br /&gt;Begins......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5407582781653001264?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5407582781653001264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5407582781653001264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5407582781653001264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5407582781653001264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/11/2008s-first-christmas-joke-three-men.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3700763936997960876</id><published>2008-11-13T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:59:42.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Report card'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why mother's drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Mom’. With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...... Mom she's pregnant.  Stacy said that we will be very happy.  She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone.  We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.  In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better.  She deserves it.  Don't worry Mom. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Son Jon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me when it's safe to come home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3700763936997960876?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3700763936997960876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3700763936997960876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3700763936997960876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3700763936997960876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-mothers-drink-mother-passing-by-her.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-4618267071455756793</id><published>2008-11-10T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:46:07.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--Begin---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itswebaccess.com/app/?Clk=2535811"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:H56obwpu3KdiOM:http://www.successmindset-for-buildingwealth.com/" alt="" width="76" height="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.itswebaccess.com/app/?Imp=2535811" width="0" height="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-4618267071455756793?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/4618267071455756793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=4618267071455756793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4618267071455756793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4618267071455756793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_8473.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-1798611230679444661</id><published>2008-11-10T16:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:41:22.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few One line puns</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The roundest knight at King Arthur's Round Table was Sir Cumference.            He acquired his size from too much pi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it was just an  optical Aleutian.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No matter how much you push the envelope, it is still stationery.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Two silk worms had a race, but it ended in a tie.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Time flies like an arrow, but fruit flies like a banana.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-1798611230679444661?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/1798611230679444661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=1798611230679444661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1798611230679444661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1798611230679444661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-one-line-puns.html' title='A few One line puns'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-8137350248592929641</id><published>2008-10-08T15:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:57:08.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game warden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redneck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing rod'/><title type='text'>PET FISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" id="post-14"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A redneck was stopped by a game warden at Bowens Rock near Elkhorn City  recently with two ice chests full of fish. He was leaving a cove well-known for  its fishing. The game warden asked the man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;" id="post-14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Do you have a license to catch those  fish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div  class="entry" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Naw, sir", replied the redneck. "I ain't got none of them there licenses.  You must understand, these here are my pet fish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Pet fish?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yeah. Every night, I take these here fish down to the lake and let 'em swim 'round for awhile. Then, when I whistle, they jump right back into these here  ice chests and I take 'em home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The redneck looked at the warden for a moment and then said, "It's the truth  Mr. Government Man. I'll show ya. It really works."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"0. K.", said the warden. "I've got to see this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The redneck poured the fish into the lake and stood and waited. After several  minutes, the warden says, "Well?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Well, what?", says the redneck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The warden says, "When are you going to call them back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Call who back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The FISH", replied the warden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What fish?", replied the redneck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moral of the story: Kentucky rednecks may not be as smart as some city  slickers, but they ain't as dumb as some government employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-8137350248592929641?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/8137350248592929641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=8137350248592929641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8137350248592929641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8137350248592929641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/10/pet-fish.html' title='PET FISH'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3259170242981156350</id><published>2008-09-30T11:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:51:29.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redneck'/><title type='text'>DIFFERENT WAYS OF LOOKING AT THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two guys were discussing popular family trends on sex,  marriage, and values Stu said, "I didn't sleep with my wife before we got  married, did you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Leroy replied, "I'm not sure, what was her maiden  name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A  little boy went up to his father and asked: "Dad, where did my intelligence come  from?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The father replied. "Well son, you must have gotten it from your  mother, 'cause I still have  mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mr.  Clark, I have reviewed this case very carefully," the divorce Court Judge said,  "And I've decided to give your wife $775 a week,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's very fair, your  honor," the husband said. "And every now and then I'll try to send her a few  bucks  myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A  doctor examining a woman who had been rushed to the Emergency Room, took the  husband aside, and said, "I don't like the looks of your wife at  all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me neither doc," said the husband. "But she's a great cook and  really good with the  kids".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An  old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he has been  living with for the last 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Wizard says, "Maybe, but you will  have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on  you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old man says without hesitation, "I now pronounce you man and  wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two  Reasons Why It's So Hard To Solve A Redneck Murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. The DNA all  matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. There are no dental  records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A  blonde calls Delta Airlines and asks, "Can you tell me how long it'll take to  fly from San Francisco to New York City?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The agent replies, "Just a  minute.." Thank you," the blonde says, and hangs  up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two  Mexican detectives were investigating the murder of Juan Gonzalez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How  was he killed?" asked one detective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"With a golf gun," the other  detective replied. "A golf gun?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is a golf gun?" "I don't know. But  it sure made a hole in  Juan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A  man is recovering from surgery when the Surgical Nurse appears and asks him how  he is feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm OK, but I didn't like the four-letter-word the doctor  used in surgery," he answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What did he say," asked the  nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"OOPS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3259170242981156350?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3259170242981156350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3259170242981156350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3259170242981156350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3259170242981156350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-ways-of-looking-at-things.html' title='DIFFERENT WAYS OF LOOKING AT THINGS'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-2428977361662809655</id><published>2008-09-25T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:03:29.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calmness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr.Phil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;I'm going for the inner peace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALMNESS IN OUR LIVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passing this on to you because it definitely works, and we could&lt;br /&gt;all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple&lt;br /&gt;advice  heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr Phil&lt;br /&gt;proclaimed, 'The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you&lt;br /&gt;have started and have never finished.' So, I looked around my house to&lt;br /&gt;see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the&lt;br /&gt;house this morning, I finished off a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of&lt;br /&gt;Bailey's Irish Cream, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old&lt;br /&gt;Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos, and&lt;br /&gt;a box of chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-2428977361662809655?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/2428977361662809655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=2428977361662809655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2428977361662809655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2428977361662809655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-going-for-inner-peace-calmness-in.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7943534723027842738</id><published>2008-09-19T11:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:53:01.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocky top'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kentucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U of T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wildcats'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="MA1.1221005021" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=00000000000044L&amp;amp;pos=36119&amp;amp;bodylen=14678&amp;amp;realname=NONAME" datasize="10710" border="0" vspace="5" width="125" height="114" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A                                  cattle rancher outside                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; was                                  working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;                                     his cattle one day when he heard faint                                  music coming from                                  nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; After  hunting about for a time, he                                  discovered the                                  sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; was loudest near one particular calf, and                                  was even louder                                  near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; the calf's                                  tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Putting his head close to the calf's hind end,                                  he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; heard the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ecyshortcuts"&gt;University&lt;span class="EC_EC_ecyshortcuts"&gt; of                                   Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ecyshortcuts"&gt;fight                                  song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, 'Rocky                                  Top'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Amazed, he put the calf in the truck and drove                                  the                                  animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; to a vet in  Nashville                                  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; When the vet asked him what was going                                  on, the farmer                                  told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; him. The vet went around behind the calf                                  and gave a                                  listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; He casually agreed he heard the                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ecyshortcuts"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ecyshortcuts"&gt; of                                   Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; fight song, but didn't seem particularly                                  excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;div&gt;                                 &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; 'Man, this is unbelievable! How can you                                  stand there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; and not be amazed?' the farmer                                  asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; The vet, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="EC_EC_ecyshortcuts"&gt;third                                  generation University of                                  Kentucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; graduate, said, 'Hell, Bud, I'm a                                  Wildcat  Fan, and I've                                  been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; listening to assholes sing that song my whole                                  life.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7943534723027842738?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7943534723027842738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7943534723027842738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7943534723027842738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7943534723027842738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/09/cattle-rancher-outside-nashville-was.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-1619807044920627468</id><published>2008-09-19T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:37:57.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I was thinking about how a status symbol of today is those cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;phones that everyone has clipped onto their belt or purse.  I can't afford one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;So, I'm wearing my garage door opener. I also made a cover for my hearing aid and now I have what they call blue teeth, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;You know, I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people didn't like me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I was thinking that women should put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I was thinking about old age and decided  that old age is 'when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it.'&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten that dreaded furniture disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="EC_apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;That's when your chest is falling into your drawers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I know, when people see a cat's litter box, they always say, 'Oh, have you got a cat?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;span class="EC_apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Just once I want to say, 'No, it's for company!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Employment application blanks always ask who is to be notified in case of an emergency.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I think you should write, 'A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Good Doctor!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Post Office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;span class="EC_apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;What are we supposed to do... Write to these men?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;span class="EC_apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen could look for them while they deliver the mail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#1f497d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125); font-family: Arial;"&gt;  &lt;span class="EC_apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Or better yet, arrest them while they are taking their pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older Then, it dawned on me, they were&lt;span class="EC_apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cramming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="EC_apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for their finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;As for me, I'm just hoping God grades on the curve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-1619807044920627468?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/1619807044920627468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=1619807044920627468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1619807044920627468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1619807044920627468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-thinking-about-how-status-symbol.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-1513188975699579147</id><published>2008-09-06T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:53:30.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="EC_EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt; There was a church down in Texas that had a very big busted organist.&lt;br /&gt;Her breasts were so huge that they bounced and jiggled while she played&lt;br /&gt;the organ. Unfortunately, she distracted the congregation considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very proper church ladies were appalled.  They said something had to&lt;br /&gt;be done about this or they would have to get another organist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ladies approached her very discreetly and told her to mash up&lt;br /&gt;some green persimmons, and rub them on her breasts and maybe they would&lt;br /&gt;shrink in size.  But, she warned her not to eat any of the green&lt;br /&gt;persimmons because they are so sour they will make your mouth pucker up&lt;br /&gt;and you won't be able to talk properly for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Sunday morning the minister got up on the pulpit and said:&lt;br /&gt;'Dew to thircumsthanthis bewond my contwol we will not hath a thermon&lt;br /&gt;tewday.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-1513188975699579147?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/1513188975699579147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=1513188975699579147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1513188975699579147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/1513188975699579147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-was-church-down-in-texas-that-had.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5038065813032254913</id><published>2008-09-06T15:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:09:59.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wal-mart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checkout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting in Line at  Walmart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="verdana" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document" style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next time someone asks you a        dumb question wouldn't you like to               respond like this?                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at my        local Wal-mart        buying a large bag  of Purina dog                      chow for my loyal pet,        Sheriff  the Wonder Dog,        and  was in the checkout                      line when the woman        behind me asked if I had a  dog.                                                     What did she think I        had, an elephant?  So since  I'm retired and have little                             to do, on impulse I        told her that  no, I didn't  have a dog, I was starting the                             Purina Diet        again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added that I probably  shouldn't, because I ended up        in                      the hospital last time,        but that I'd lost 50 pounds  before I awakened in an                             intensive care ward with        tubes coming out of most of my  orifices and IVs                             in both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it was        essentially a perfect diet. The way that it works                             is to load your pants        pockets with Purina nuggets and  simply eat one or two                             every time you feel        hungry.  The food is  nutritionally complete so it works                             well and I was going to        try it again..  (I have to  mention here that practically                             everyone in line was        now enthralled with my story.)                                                     Horrified, she asked if        I ended up in intensive care  because the dog        food                      poisoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I        told her no, I stepped off a curb  to sniff an Irish Setter's ass                             and a car hit us both.                                                            I thought the guy        behind her was going to have a heart  attack he was laughing                             so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wal-Mart won't let me shop there         anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better watch what you        ask retired people.  They  have all the time in the world                             to think of crazy        things to  say. &lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5038065813032254913?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5038065813032254913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5038065813032254913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5038065813032254913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5038065813032254913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-in-line-at-walmart-next-time.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5785076112233591890</id><published>2008-08-19T12:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:11:28.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="EC_role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Greek;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt;                   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;An                    older lady was somewhat lonely and decided she needed a pet to                    keep her company. So, off to the pet shop she went.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;She                    searched and searched. None of the pets seemed to catch her                    interest, except this ugly frog. As she walked by the jar he                    was in, she looked and he winked at                    her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="EC_MA1.1218751270" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000003ug&amp;amp;pos=34466&amp;amp;bodylen=75280&amp;amp;realname=FwFwdThe1.gif" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He                    whispered, 'I'M SO LONELY, TOO. BUY ME AND TAKE ME HOME&lt;br /&gt;YOU                    WON'T EVER BE SORRY.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Aria l;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="EC_MA2.1218751270" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000003ug&amp;amp;pos=109938&amp;amp;bodylen=3290&amp;amp;realname=file0002.gif" width="106" height="58" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:24;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The                    old lady figured, what the heck! She hadn't                    found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 80);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 130, 80); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;                    anything else. So, she bought the frog. She placed him in the                    car, on the front seat beside                    her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:24;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As                    she was slowly driving down the road, the frog whispered to                    her 'KISS ME AND YOU WON'T BE                    SORRY.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="EC_MA3.1218751270" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000003ug&amp;amp;pos=113419&amp;amp;bodylen=8528&amp;amp;realname=file0013.gif" width="150" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:24;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!                    The old lady figured, WHAT THE HECK, and kissed the                    frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="EC_MA4.1218751270" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000003ug&amp;amp;pos=122138&amp;amp;bodylen=9674&amp;amp;realname=file0024.gif" width="150" height="56" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMEDIATELY                    the frog turned into an absolutely gorgeous, sexy, young,                    handsome prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="EC_MA5.1218751270" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000003ug&amp;amp;pos=132003&amp;amp;bodylen=38148&amp;amp;realname=FwFwdThe5.jpg" width="331" height="487" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE                    PRINCE THEN RETURNED THE OLD LADY'S                    KISS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY                    THE OLD LADY FELT HERSELF TRANSFORMING FROM HIS                    KISS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW                    CAN YOU GUESS WHAT THE OLD LADY TURNED                    INTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME                    ON GUESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOHHHHHHH                    COME ON -- DONT BE A                    POOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:A rial;font-size:6;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:24;color:green;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE                    TURNED INTO THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:36;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:24;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST                    HOLIDAY INN SHE COULD FIND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="EC_MA6.1218751270" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000003ug&amp;amp;pos=170344&amp;amp;bodylen=35304&amp;amp;realname=file0036.jpg" width="220" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:24;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's                    old ....... NOT DEAD                    !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(98, 65, 129);font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(98, 65, 129); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:36;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(98, 65, 129);font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(98, 65, 129); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:24;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD                    LADIES ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;img id="EC_MA7.1218751270" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000003ug&amp;amp;pos=205840&amp;amp;bodylen=62946&amp;amp;realname=file0047.gif" width="242" height="268" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5785076112233591890?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5785076112233591890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5785076112233591890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5785076112233591890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5785076112233591890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/older-lady-was-somewhat-lonely-and.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3523356343106565682</id><published>2008-08-15T21:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:51:29.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national anthem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000002ac&amp;amp;pos=437975&amp;amp;bodylen=30276&amp;amp;realname=image009.jpg" width="340" height="425" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Black and White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Under age 40? You won't understand.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You could hardly see for all the snow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pull a chair up to the TV set,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We all took gym, not PE .. and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Flunking gym was not an option . even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah .. and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T; SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3523356343106565682?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3523356343106565682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3523356343106565682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3523356343106565682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3523356343106565682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-and-white-under-age-40-you-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7235862528342822934</id><published>2008-08-15T21:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:33:01.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Clinton'/><title type='text'>President Hillary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;January 1 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;HILLARY'S FIRST NIGHT AS PRESIDENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="EC_EC_EC_MA1.1201915339" alt="cid:000a01c85c7b$71a216c0$bc2ee448@CHRISTIM" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000002ix&amp;amp;pos=16576&amp;amp;bodylen=46144&amp;amp;realname=ATT00001" width="157" height="205" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;Hillary Clinton Was sworn in today as President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt; She has disposed of Bill and is spending her&lt;br /&gt;first night alone in the White House. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:black;"  &gt; She has waited several years for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;FIRST NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;Suddenly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;The ghost of George Washington appears to her, and Hillary says,&lt;br /&gt;"How can I best serve my country?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:7;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;img id="EC_EC_EC_MA2.1201915339" alt="cid:000b01c85c7b$71a216c0$bc2ee448@CHRISTIM" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000002ix&amp;amp;pos=62932&amp;amp;bodylen=30728&amp;amp;realname=ATT00002" width="186" height="242" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;Washington says, "Never tell a lie."&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" Says Hillary, "I don't know about that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;SECOND NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;The next night, the ghost of Thomas Jefferson appears...&lt;br /&gt;Hillary says, "How can I best serve my country?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt; Jefferson says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;img id="EC_EC_EC_MA3.1201915339" alt="cid:000c01c85c7b$71a216c0$bc2ee448@CHRISTIM" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000002ix&amp;amp;pos=93872&amp;amp;bodylen=27742&amp;amp;realname=ATT00003" width="155" height="227" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;"Listen to the people."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh!" Says Hillary, "I really don't want to do that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;THIRD NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;On the third night, the ghost of Abe Lincoln appears...&lt;br /&gt;Hillary says, "How can I best serve my country?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;img id="EC_EC_EC_MA4.1201915339" alt="cid:000d01c85c7b$71a216c0$bc2ee448@CHRISTIM" src="http://wwl10.lycosmail.lycos.com/Mail-bin/view_submsg.cgi?TM=yuO%2Bp1fdbX3tiVS16j3mBA%3D%3D&amp;amp;MSGID=0000000000002ix&amp;amp;pos=121826&amp;amp;bodylen=11886&amp;amp;realname=ATT00004" width="151" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:black;"  &gt;Lincoln says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;"Go to the theater." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: 7.5pt; margin-right: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7235862528342822934?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7235862528342822934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7235862528342822934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7235862528342822934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7235862528342822934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/president-hillary.html' title='President Hillary'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-2704561508659003681</id><published>2008-08-15T21:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:12:55.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judge'/><title type='text'>Granny goes to court</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?'&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a&lt;br /&gt;youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defense attorney nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said,&lt;br /&gt;'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-2704561508659003681?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/2704561508659003681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=2704561508659003681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2704561508659003681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2704561508659003681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/granny-goes-to-court.html' title='Granny goes to court'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-8711001147129798959</id><published>2008-08-15T21:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:43:41.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><title type='text'>men</title><content type='html'>&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. WHY DO MEN BECOME SMARTER DURING SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(because they are plugged into a genius)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. WHY DON'T WOMEN BLINK DURING SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(they don't have enough time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. WHY DOES IT TAKE 1 MILLION SPERM TO FERTILIZE ONE EGG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(they don't stop to ask directions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. WHY DO MEN SNORE WHEN THEY LIE ON THEIR BACKS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(because their balls fall over their butt-hole and they vapor lock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(You're laughing, aren't you?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. WHY WERE MEN GIVEN LARGER BRAINS THAN DOGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(so they won't hump women's legs a t cocktails parties)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. WHY DID GOD MAKE MEN BEFORE WOMEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(you need a rough draft before yo u make a final copy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. HOW MANY MEN DOES IT TAKE TO PUT A TOILET SEAT DOWN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(don't know.....it never happened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(C'mon guys, we laugh at your blonde jokes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And the personal favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;8. WHY DID GOD PUT MEN ON EARTH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(because a vibrator can't mow the lawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Remember, if you haven't got a smile on your face and laughter in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;heart...Then you are just an old sour fart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One for the ladies.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his sweat-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, 'What setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;do I use on the washing machine?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'It depends,' I replied. 'What does it say on your shirt?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He yelled back, ' University of Oklahoma ..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And they say blondes are dumb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A couple is lying in bed. The man says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The woman replies, 'I'll miss you...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'It's just too hot to wear clothes today,' Jack says as he stepped out of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;shower, 'honey, what do you think the neighbors would think if I mowed the lawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like this?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Probably that I married you for your money,' she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A: A rumor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;his moods. Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Q: Why do little boys whine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A: They are practicing to be men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A: Rename the mail folder 'Instruction Manual.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;---- -------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Send this to   at least five bright, funny women you know and make their day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And send this to five bright men who have enough sense of humor to take it!  (I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;don't know 5 bright men!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-8711001147129798959?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/8711001147129798959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=8711001147129798959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8711001147129798959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8711001147129798959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/men.html' title='men'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6204054534119804882</id><published>2008-08-15T21:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:14:40.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/greg/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/greg/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You      have two choices in life:&lt;br /&gt;You can stay single and be miserable,&lt;br /&gt;or get      married and wish you were dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: teal; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At      a cocktail party, one woman said to another,&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you wearing your      wedding ring on the wrong finger?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: teal; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I      married the wrong man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A      lady inserted an ad in the classifieds:&lt;br /&gt;"Husband Wanted".&lt;br /&gt;Next day she      received a hundred letters.&lt;br /&gt;They all said the same thing:&lt;br /&gt;"You can      have mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: green; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When      a woman steals your husband,&lt;br /&gt;there is no better revenge than to let her      keep him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A      woman is incomplete until she is married. Then she is      finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: olive; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A      little boy asked his father,&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, how much does it cost to get      married?"&lt;br /&gt;Father replied, "I don't know son, I'm still      paying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young      son asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Is it true Dad, that in some parts of Africa&lt;br /&gt;a man doesn't      know his wife until he marries her?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad replied, "That happens in every      country, son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: green; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then      there was a woman who said,&lt;br /&gt;"I never knew what real happiness was until I      got married,&lt;br /&gt;and by then, it was too      late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: green; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage      is the triumph of imagination over      intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: maroon; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If      you want your spouse to listen and&lt;br /&gt;pay strict attention to every word you      say -- talk in your sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: green; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just      think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they      had no faults at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First      guy says, "My wife's an angel!"&lt;br /&gt;Second guy remarks, "You're lucky, mine's      still alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A      Woman's Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;De ar Lord, I pray for: Wisdom, to understand a man, to      Love and to forgive him , and for patience, for his moods. Because Lord, if      I pray for Strength I'll just beat him to      death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND      NOW FOR THE FAVORITE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband      and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children. A blind man      joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find it      overloaded and only the wife, and the nine kids are able to fit onto the      bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After a while,      the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man as      he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him, "Why don't you put a piece of      rubber at the end of your stick? That ticking sound is driving me      crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man replies, "If you had put a rubber at the end of      YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus, so shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Arial;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-6204054534119804882?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/6204054534119804882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=6204054534119804882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6204054534119804882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6204054534119804882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/marriage-funnies.html' title='Marriage Funnies'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-4947380318409995014</id><published>2008-08-15T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:10:20.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny's at it again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses. She started her class by saying, 'Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand up!' After a few seconds, Little Johnny stood up. The teacher said, 'Do you think you're stupid, Little Johnny?' 'No, ma'am, but I hate to see you standing there all by yourself!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#373e68;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 8.5pt; color: rgb(55, 62, 104); font-family: Arial;"&gt;         *     *      *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Johnny watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on her face. 'Why do you do that, mommy?' he asked.. 'To make myself beautiful,' said his mother, who then began removing the cream with a tissue. 'What's the matter?' asked Little Johnny. 'Giving up?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;          *     *     *     *     *      *    *     *     *     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;The math teacher saw that little Johnny wasn't paying attention in class. She called on him and said,&lt;br /&gt;'Johnny! What are 2 and 4 and 28 and 44?' Little Johnny quickly replied, 'NBC, FOX, ESPN and the Cartoon Network!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Johnny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;kindergarten class was on a field trip to their local police station where they saw pictures tacked to a bulletin board of the 10 most wanted criminals. One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person.  'Yes,' said the policeman. 'The detectives want very badly to capture him.'   Little Johnny asked, 'Why didn't you keep him when you took his picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans   MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans   MS';"&gt;           *     *     *     *     *     *      *     *     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;   * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Little Johnny attended a horse auction with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;his father. He watched as his father moved from horse to horse, running his hands up and down the horse's legs and rump, and chest. After a few minutes, Johnny asked, 'Dad, why are you doing that?'   His father replied, 'Because when I'm buying horses, I have to make sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;that they are healthy and in good shape before I buy.   Johnny, looking worried, said, 'Dad, I think the UPS guy wants to buy Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic SansMS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic SansMS';"&gt;            *    *     *      *     *     *     *     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;    *    *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#008040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 128, 64); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;If this brightened your day, don't let it stop here. Pass it on with a smile. Keep spreading the cheer! Pass on to your friends! They like Johnny too ya know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-4947380318409995014?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/4947380318409995014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=4947380318409995014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4947380318409995014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/4947380318409995014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-johnnys-at-it-again.html' title='Little Johnny&apos;s at it again.....'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-8105690153541801362</id><published>2008-08-14T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:05:09.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>New Technology</title><content type='html'>With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 70-year- old woman was able to give birth to a baby.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, her relatives came to visit. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May we see the new baby?" one asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet," said the mother.  "I'll make coffee and we can visit for awhile first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes had passed, and another relative asked, "May we see the new baby now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet," said the mother..  After another few minutes had elapsed, they asked again, "May we see the baby now ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet," replied the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing very impatient, they asked, "Well, when can we see the baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN HE CRIES!" she told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN! HE CRIES?" they demanded.  "Why do we have to wait until he cries?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I PUT HIM.  OKAY?????"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-8105690153541801362?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/8105690153541801362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=8105690153541801362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8105690153541801362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8105690153541801362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-technology.html' title='New Technology'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5803483166244531886</id><published>2008-08-14T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:02:56.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirate joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>A pirate walked into a bar.......</title><content type='html'>....and the bartender said, 'Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened? You look terrible.'&lt;br /&gt;'What do you mean?' said the pirate, 'I feel fine.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bartender, 'What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before.'&lt;br /&gt;Pirate, 'Well, we were in a battle and I got hit with a cannon ball, but I'm fine now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender, 'Well, OK, but what about that hook? What happened to your hand?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate, 'We were in another battle. I boarded a ship and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off. I got fitted with a hook.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, really.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bartender 'What about that eye patch?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate, 'Oh, one day we were at sea and a flock of birds flew over. I looked up and one of them crapped in my eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're kidding,' said the bartender, 'you lost an eye just from bird crap?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirate, 'It was my first day with the hook.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5803483166244531886?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5803483166244531886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5803483166244531886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5803483166244531886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5803483166244531886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/pirate-walked-into-bar.html' title='A pirate walked into a bar.......'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7064584191697361105</id><published>2008-08-14T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:58:40.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aisle Seat</title><content type='html'>Two Radical Arab Terrorists boarded a flight out of London. One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat. After takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, "I need to get up and get a coke."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Don't get up," said the Marine, "I'm in the aisle seat, "I'll get it for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marines shoe and spat in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Marine returned with the coke, the other Arab said, "That looks good, I'd really like one, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the Marine obligingly went to fetch it.&lt;br /&gt;While he was gone the other Arab picked up the Marines other shoe and spat in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does it have to be this way?" he asked. "How long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity?&lt;br /&gt;This spitting in shoes...&lt;br /&gt;.... and pissing in cokes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FEW. THE PROUD. THE MARINES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7064584191697361105?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7064584191697361105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7064584191697361105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7064584191697361105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7064584191697361105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/aisle-seat.html' title='The Aisle Seat'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-2678125806438864595</id><published>2008-08-14T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:53:13.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REDNECK LOVE POEM</title><content type='html'>SUSIE LEE DONE FELL IN LOVE; &lt;br /&gt;SHE PLANNED TO MARRY JOE &lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS SO HAPPY 'BOUT IT ALL &lt;br /&gt;SHE TOLD HER PAPPY SO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPPY TOLD HER, SUSIE GAL, &lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;I'D JUST AS SOON YO' MA DON'T KNOW, &lt;br /&gt;BUT JOE IS YO' HALF BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SO SUSIE PUT ASIDE HER JOE&lt;br /&gt;AND PLANNED TO MARRY WILL, &lt;br /&gt;BUT AFTER TELLING PAPPY THIS, &lt;br /&gt;HE SAID, 'THERE'S TROUBLE STILL. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T MARRY WILL, MY GAL, &lt;br /&gt;AND PLEASE DON'T TELL YOU' MOTHER,&lt;br /&gt;BUT WILL AND JOE, AND SEVERAL MO' &lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IS YO' HALF BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MAMA KNEW AND SAID, MY CHILD, &lt;br /&gt;JUST DO WHAT MAKES YO' HAPPY. &lt;br /&gt;MARRY WILL OR MARRY JOE. &lt;br /&gt;YOU AIN'T NO KIN TO PAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-2678125806438864595?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/2678125806438864595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=2678125806438864595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2678125806438864595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/2678125806438864595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/redneck-love-poem.html' title='REDNECK LOVE POEM'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7996572596745639879</id><published>2008-08-14T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:48:09.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are like...</title><content type='html'>For all those men who say, Why buy a cow when you can get milk for free. Here's an update for you:&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY? Because women realize&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men&lt;br /&gt;are like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are like Laxatives . They irritate&lt;br /&gt;the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Men are like. Bananas . The older they get, the less firm they&lt;br /&gt;are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Men are like Weather . Nothing can be done to change&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like Blenders You&lt;br /&gt;need One, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like Chocolate Bars .. Sweet, smooth, &amp; they usually head right for&lt;br /&gt;your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are like Commercials .&lt;br /&gt;You can't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like Department Stores ... Their clothes are always 1/2&lt;br /&gt;off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Men are like .. Government Bonds ....&lt;br /&gt;They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like .. Mascara . They usually&lt;br /&gt;run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Men are like Popcorn . They satisfy you, but only for a little&lt;br /&gt;while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like Snowstorms . You never know when they're coming, how&lt;br /&gt;many inches you'll get or how long it will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Men are like Lava Lamps . Fun to look at, but not very&lt;br /&gt;bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Men are like Parking Spots All the&lt;br /&gt;good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now send this to all the remarkable women you know, as well as to any&lt;br /&gt;understanding good-natured, fun kinda guys you might be lucky enough to&lt;br /&gt;know !!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7996572596745639879?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7996572596745639879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7996572596745639879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7996572596745639879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7996572596745639879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-all-those-men-who-say-why-buy-cow.html' title='Men are like...'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5631623753536870742</id><published>2008-08-14T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:52:24.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can't even get into my own pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage changes passion.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're in bed with a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with "Guess" on it.&lt;br /&gt;So I said "Implants?" She hit me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How come we choose from just two people to run for&lt;br /&gt;president and over fifty for Miss America ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young we used to go "skinny dipping," now I just "chunky dunk."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctrl Alt Delete' and start all over? AMEN, AMEN !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that our children can't read a Bible in school, but they can in prison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you know it....&lt;br /&gt;Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FAT cells live forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to swear on the Bible in court when the Ten Commandments cannot be displayed outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumper sticker of the year:&lt;br /&gt;"If you can read this, thank a teacher -and, since it's in English, thank a soldier"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5631623753536870742?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5631623753536870742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5631623753536870742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5631623753536870742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5631623753536870742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-3175358381044294051</id><published>2008-08-14T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:51:12.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-3175358381044294051?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/3175358381044294051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=3175358381044294051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3175358381044294051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/3175358381044294051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/drinking-with-redneck-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-648030554743525525</id><published>2008-08-14T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:41:38.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuckoo'/><title type='text'>Girl's night out</title><content type='html'>If this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humor. The other night I was invited out for a night with the 'girls.' I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, 'I promise!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him. (Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT !) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him 'MIDNIGHT'... he didn't seem angry in the least. Whew, I got away with that one! Then he said 'We need a new cuckoo clock.'When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said 'oh sh!#$.' Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-648030554743525525?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/648030554743525525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=648030554743525525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/648030554743525525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/648030554743525525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s night out'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-744884079640111593</id><published>2008-08-14T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:26:50.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Al's underwear</title><content type='html'>One evening AL, thinking he was being funny, said to JAN 'Perhaps we should start washing your clothes in Slim Fast. Maybe it would take a few inches off of your butt!' Jan was not amused, and decided that she simply couldn't let such a comment go unrewarded. The next morning Al took a pair of underwear out of his drawer. 'What the Heck is this??' he said to himself as a little 'dust' cloud appeared when he shook them out.&lt;br /&gt;'Jan,' he hollered into the bathroom, 'why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?' &lt;br /&gt;She replied ...'It's not talcum powder......It's 'Miracle Grow'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-744884079640111593?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/744884079640111593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=744884079640111593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/744884079640111593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/744884079640111593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/als-underwear.html' title='Al&apos;s underwear'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6842741209106633274</id><published>2008-08-14T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:21:48.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUR HELP IS NEEDED!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Relatives:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We have the distinguished honor of being on the committee to raise&lt;br /&gt;$5,000,000.00 for a monument of Hillary Clinton's heroic stand under&lt;br /&gt;Bosnian sniper fire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We originally wanted to put her on Mt. Rushmore until we discovered there was not enough room for two more faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to erect a statue of Hillary Clinton in the Washington, DC Hall Of Fame. We are having a bit of difficulty as to where the statue should be placed. It was not proper to place it beside the statue of George Washington, who never told a lie, or beside Jesse Jackson &amp; Barak Obama, who never told the truth, since Hillary Clinton could never tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to place it beside Christopher Columbus, the greatest Democrat of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left not knowing where he was going, and when he got there he did not know where he was. He returned without knowing where he had been, and did it all on someone else's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are one of the fortunate people who have anything left after&lt;br /&gt;taxes, we expect a generous contribution to this worthwhile project.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton Monument Committee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S. The Committee has raised $1.35 so far.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.P.S And another thing... Now let me get this straight. Bill Clinton is getting $12 Million for his memoirs. His wife Hillary got $8 million for hers. That's $20 million for memories from two people, who for eight years repeatedly testified, under oath, that they couldn't remember anything!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-6842741209106633274?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/6842741209106633274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=6842741209106633274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6842741209106633274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6842741209106633274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-help-is-needed.html' title='YOUR HELP IS NEEDED!!!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-8502661951533645729</id><published>2008-08-14T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:49:36.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small White Dot</title><content type='html'>A kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out something&lt;br /&gt;exciting and relate it to the class the next day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When the time came to present what they'd found, the first little boy the&lt;br /&gt;teacher called on walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece of&lt;br /&gt;chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard and sat back down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the teacher asked him what it was. 'It's a period,' he replied. 'I&lt;br /&gt;can see that,' said the teacher, 'but what is so exciting about a period?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Darned if I know,' he said, 'but this morning my sister was missing one, my&lt;br /&gt;mom fainted, my dad had a heart attack, and the boy next door joined the&lt;br /&gt;Navy.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-8502661951533645729?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/8502661951533645729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=8502661951533645729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8502661951533645729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/8502661951533645729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-white-dot.html' title='A Small White Dot'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7973080869692063006</id><published>2008-08-14T10:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:17:34.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USRSF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special forces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redneck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pentagon'/><title type='text'>USRSF</title><content type='html'>The Pentagon announced TODAY the formation of a new 500-man elite fighting unit called the United States Redneck Special Forces (USRSF)&lt;br /&gt;These boys will be dropped off in Iraq and have been given only the following facts about terrorists :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The season opened today.  &lt;br /&gt;2. There is no limit.&lt;br /&gt;3. They taste just like chicken.&lt;br /&gt;4. They don't like beer, pickups, country music or Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;5. They are directly responsible for the death of Dale Earnhardt .&lt;br /&gt;The Pentagon expects the problem in Iraq to be over by Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7973080869692063006?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7973080869692063006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7973080869692063006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7973080869692063006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7973080869692063006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/usrsf.html' title='USRSF'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-357182506987083671</id><published>2008-08-14T10:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:48:49.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you solve this puzzle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Can you solve this puzzle?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are riding on a beautiful white horse.&lt;br /&gt;On your left side is a drop off.&lt;br /&gt;On your right side are several ostriches being chased by a lion.&lt;br /&gt;In front of you are four large gazelles which won't get out of your way&lt;br /&gt;and you can't seem to overtake them.&lt;br /&gt;Behind you is a stampede of horses.&lt;br /&gt;What must you do to get out of this highly dangerous situation?&lt;br /&gt;For the answer click and drag your mouse from star to star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13pt; color: white; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Get your drunk ass off the merry-go-round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-357182506987083671?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/357182506987083671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=357182506987083671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/357182506987083671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/357182506987083671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-solve-this-puzzle.html' title='Can you solve this puzzle?'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-943904625538825672</id><published>2008-08-14T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:34:55.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Tell the Sex of a Fly</title><content type='html'>A woman walked into the kitchen to find her&lt;br /&gt;husband stalking around with a fly swatter&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing?' She asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Hunting Flies' He responded.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh. ! Killing any?' She asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Yep, 3 males, 2 Females,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, she asked.&lt;br /&gt;'How can you tell them apart?'&lt;br /&gt;He responded,&lt;br /&gt;'3 were on a beer can,&lt;br /&gt;2 were on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-943904625538825672?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/943904625538825672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=943904625538825672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/943904625538825672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/943904625538825672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-tell-sex-of-fly.html' title='How to Tell the Sex of a Fly'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7824457229420864693</id><published>2008-08-14T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:33:18.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:</title><content type='html'>1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize a cat.&lt;br /&gt;2) When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.&lt;br /&gt;3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch &lt;br /&gt;the second person.&lt;br /&gt;4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.&lt;br /&gt;7) Never hold a dust-buster and a cat at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;2) Wrinkles don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts&lt;br /&gt;4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.&lt;br /&gt;5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.&lt;br /&gt;2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.&lt;br /&gt;3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair&lt;br /&gt;that you once got from a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask&lt;br /&gt;you the questions.&lt;br /&gt;6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.&lt;br /&gt;7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 -- You believe in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;2 -- You don't believe in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;3 -- You are Santa Claus. &lt;br /&gt;4 -- You look like Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS:&lt;br /&gt;At age 4 success is...not peeing in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;At age 12 success is...having friends.&lt;br /&gt;At age 17 success is...having a driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;At age 35 success is...having money.&lt;br /&gt;At age 50 success is...having money.&lt;br /&gt;At age 70 success is...having a drivers license.&lt;br /&gt;At age 75 success is...having friends.&lt;br /&gt;At age 80 success is...not peeing in your pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7824457229420864693?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7824457229420864693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7824457229420864693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7824457229420864693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7824457229420864693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-truths-that-little-children-have.html' title='GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-696825178120660717</id><published>2008-08-14T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:16:51.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind cashier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabela&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing rod'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning chuckle!</title><content type='html'>A woman goes into Cabela's to buy a rod and reel for her grandson's birthday. She doesn't know which one to get so she just grabs one and goes over to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;A Cabela's associate is standing there wearing dark shades. She says, 'Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me anything about this rod and reel? He says, 'Ma'am, I'm completely blind; but if you'll drop it on the counter, I can tell you everything from the sound it makes.' She doesn't believe him but drops it on the counter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He says, 'That's a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel and 10-LB. Test line. It's a good all around combination; and it's  on sale this week for only $20.00.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She says, 'It's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter. I'll take it!' As she opens her purse, her  credit card drops on the floor. 'Oh, that sounds like a Master Card,' he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She bends down to pick it up and accidentally farts... At first she is really embarrassed, but then realizes there is no way the blind clerk could tell it was she who tooted. Being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the only person around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The man rings up the sale and says, 'That'll be $34.50, please.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The woman is totally confused by this and asks, 'Didn't you tell me the  rod and reel were on sale for $20.00? How did you get $34.50?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He replies,' Yes, Ma'am. The rod and reel is $20.00, but the Duck Call is $11.00 and the Catfish Bait is $3.50.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-696825178120660717?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/696825178120660717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=696825178120660717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/696825178120660717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/696825178120660717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-morning-chuckle.html' title='Monday Morning chuckle!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-5000144189715542875</id><published>2008-08-14T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:02:13.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAGHETTI</title><content type='html'>For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman. One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, He paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18 She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti' on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, about 7 months later, he came home to his confused wife.'Honey,'she said, 'You received a very strange post card today.' 'Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it later,' he said. The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the card was written:&lt;br /&gt;'Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;Three with meatballs, two without. Send extra sauce.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-5000144189715542875?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/5000144189715542875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=5000144189715542875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5000144189715542875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/5000144189715542875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/spaghetti.html' title='SPAGHETTI'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-7875034797611339138</id><published>2008-08-14T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:58:31.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blonde in Church</title><content type='html'>An Alabama preacher said to his congregation, 'Someone in this&lt;br /&gt;congregation  has  spread a rumor that I belong to the Ku Klux Klan! This&lt;br /&gt;is a horrible lie  and  one  which a Christian community cannot&lt;br /&gt;tolerate.  I am embarrassed and do  not  intend  to accept this.  Now, I&lt;br /&gt;want the party who did this to stand and ask  forgiveness  from God and&lt;br /&gt;this Christian Family.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one moved.  The preacher continued, 'Do you have the nerve to face&lt;br /&gt;me  and  admit this is a falsehood?  Remember, you will be forgiven and&lt;br /&gt;in your  heart  you  will feel glory.  Now stand and confess your&lt;br /&gt;transgression.' Again all  was  quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with a body that would stop&lt;br /&gt;traffic  rose from the third pew.  Her head was bowed and her voice&lt;br /&gt;quivered as  she  spoke,  'Reverend there has been a terrible&lt;br /&gt;misunderstanding.  I never  said  you  were a member of the Ku Klux&lt;br /&gt;Klan.  I simply told a couple of my friends  that  you were  a wizard&lt;br /&gt;under the sheets.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher fell to his knees, his wife fainted, and the Congregation&lt;br /&gt;roared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-7875034797611339138?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/7875034797611339138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=7875034797611339138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7875034797611339138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/7875034797611339138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/blonde-in-church.html' title='A Blonde in Church'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6254801321516698151</id><published>2008-08-14T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:56:04.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag pole</title><content type='html'>Ray &amp; Bubba&lt;br /&gt;(Alabama mechanical engineers)&lt;br /&gt;were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.&lt;br /&gt;A woman walked by and asked what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole,' said Bubba,&lt;br /&gt;'but we don't have a ladder.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts,&lt;br /&gt;and laid the pole down.  Then she took a tape measure from her&lt;br /&gt;pocket, took a measurement, announced, 'Eighteen feet, six inches,'&lt;br /&gt; and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray shook his head and laughed. 'Ain't that just like a woman!&lt;br /&gt;We ask for the height and she gives us the length!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bubba and Ray are currently working for the government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-6254801321516698151?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/6254801321516698151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=6254801321516698151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6254801321516698151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6254801321516698151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/flag-pole.html' title='Flag pole'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1906855411180795125.post-6157180354553567489</id><published>2008-08-14T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:42:59.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redhead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rust'/><title type='text'>WHERE DO RED-HEADED BABIES COME FROM?????</title><content type='html'>After their baby was born, the panicked father went to see the Obstetrician. 'Doctor,' the man said, 'I don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset because my daughter has red hair.  She can't possibly be mine!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nonsense ,' the doctor said'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may have contributed red hair to the gene pool.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It isn't possible,' the man insisted.  'This can't be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair for generations.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' said the doctor, 'let me ask you this. How often do you have sex??? ' &lt;br /&gt;The man seemed a bit ashamed . 'I've been working very hard for the past year. We only made love once or twice every few months.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, there you have it!' The doctor said confidently. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;'It's rust.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1906855411180795125-6157180354553567489?l=jokesfrommom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/feeds/6157180354553567489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1906855411180795125&amp;postID=6157180354553567489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6157180354553567489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1906855411180795125/posts/default/6157180354553567489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesfrommom.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-do-red-headed-babies-come-from.html' title='WHERE DO RED-HEADED BABIES COME FROM?????'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00182340459252728058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
