<?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-7271339715085528753</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:18:54.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Humor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6689040614001268072</id><published>2010-08-02T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:47:05.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A chicken farmer went to a local bar, sat next to a woman, and ordered a glass of champagne. The woman perks up and says, "How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence," he said, "This is a special day for me, I'm celebrating." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a special day for me, too, and I'm also celebrating!," says the woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence," says the man. As they clinked glasses he asked, "What are you celebrating?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband and I have been trying to have a child, and today my gynecologist told me I'm pregnant!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence," says the man. "I'm a chicken farmer. For years all my hens were infertile, but today they're finally laying fertilized eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!" says the woman, "How did your chickens become fertile?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I switched cocks," he replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said, "What a coincidence!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6689040614001268072?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6689040614001268072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6689040614001268072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6689040614001268072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6689040614001268072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/08/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3256119726330568052</id><published>2010-08-02T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:43:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, Pete complained to his friend, "My elbow really hurts. I guess I should see a doctor." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend said, "Don't do that. There's a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker and cheaper than a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put in a sample of your urine, and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about and it will only costs you $10.00."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer started making some noise and various lights started flashing. After a brief pause, out popped a small slip of paper which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have tennis elbow.&lt;br /&gt;2. Soak your arm in warm water, avoid heavy labor.&lt;br /&gt;3. It will be better in two weeks.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this computer could be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to give it a try. He mixed together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, and urine samples from his wife and daughter. To top it off, he masturbated into the concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to the drug store, located the computer, poured in the sample and deposited the $10.00. The machine again made the usual noises, flashed its alights, and printed out the following analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your tap water is too hard.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a water softener.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your dog has ringworm.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your daughter is using cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;6. Put her in a rehabilitation clinic.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your wife is pregnant ....... twin girls. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;8. And if you don't stop masturbating, your elbow will never get better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3256119726330568052?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3256119726330568052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3256119726330568052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3256119726330568052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3256119726330568052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/08/diagnosis.html' title='Diagnosis'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5783446862522480677</id><published>2010-08-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:42:32.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft VS. GM</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;At a recent computer expo (1996 COMDEX), Bill Gates compared the computer industry to the automotive indusrty by stating: "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving cars that cost $25.00 and get 1,00 miles to the gallon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Bills comment, General Motors issued A press release making the following statement: "If we (GM) had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) for no reson whatsoever, your car would crash twice per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Every time they repainted the lines in the road, you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your car would occasionally stop on the freeway without reason. In order to get started again, you would have to pull off to the side of the road, close all the windowsshut off the car resart it and open all the windows again. For some unknown reason, you would simply do this without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Occasionally, executing a maneuver, such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse to resart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Only one person could use the car at one time unless you bought "Car95" or "CarNT", but then you would also have to buy more seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The new seats you would need would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You would press the "start" button to shut off the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The oil warning light, water warning light, and alternator warning light would all be replaced by a single "Unidentified System Error" light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The air bag would ask ur freshly mangled body "are you sure" before going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you back inuntill you simultaneously lifted the driver side door handle, turned the key, and grabbed the radio antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The radio antenna would be internally mounted on the passenger side of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) buying a new car would force you to also purchase a new set of Deluxe Rand McNally road maps, dispite the fact that you niether need nor want them. Attempting to delet this otion would immediately cause your cars performance to diminish by 50% or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) every time GM introduced a new car, people would have to learn to drive all over again because none of the old controls would function in the new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Macintosh would make a car that was five times faster, ten times more reliable and easier to mantain, twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5783446862522480677?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5783446862522480677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5783446862522480677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5783446862522480677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5783446862522480677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/08/microsoft-vs-gm.html' title='Microsoft VS. GM'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2067994022363163784</id><published>2010-08-02T07:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:54:25.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little girl asked her mother, "How did the human race come about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve; they had children and, so all mankind was made." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the little girl asked her father the same question. The father answered, "Many years ago there were monkeys, and we developed from them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confused girl returns to her mother and says, "Mom, how is it possible that you told me that the human race was created by God , and Papa says we developed from monkeys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother answers, "Well, dear, it is very simple. I told you about the origin of my side of the family, and your father told you about his side." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2067994022363163784?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2067994022363163784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2067994022363163784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2067994022363163784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2067994022363163784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/08/human-race.html' title='Human Race'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3810779565952513365</id><published>2010-08-02T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:52:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blonde and a brunette are walking past a flower shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette sees her boyfriend inside and says: "Oh no, my boyfriend is inside buying me flowers again." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde asks: "Why is that so bad?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette says:"Every time he buys me flowers, he expects something in return and I don't feel like spending the entire weekend with my legs in the air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde asks:"Why, don't you have a vase?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3810779565952513365?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3810779565952513365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3810779565952513365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3810779565952513365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3810779565952513365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/08/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-9051466513466526837</id><published>2010-08-02T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:52:03.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blonde woman is terribly overweight, so her doctor puts her on a diet. "I want you to eat regularly for two days, then skip a day, and repeat this procedure for two weeks. The next time I see you, you???ll have lost at least five pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the blonde returned, she shocked the doctor by losing nearly 20 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, that???s amazing!" the doctor said. "Did you follow my instructions?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde nodded. "I???ll tell you though, I thought I was going to drop dead that third day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From hunger, you mean?" asked the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, from skipping." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-9051466513466526837?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/9051466513466526837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=9051466513466526837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/9051466513466526837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/9051466513466526837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/08/blonde-diet.html' title='Blonde Diet'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4397326103609961235</id><published>2010-03-03T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:22:18.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A fleeing Taliban, desperate for water, was trudging through the Afghanistan desert when he saw something far off in the distance. Hoping to find water, he hurried towards it, only to find a little old Jewish man at a small stand selling ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taliban asked, ???Do you have water????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish man replied, ???I have no water. Would you like to buy a tie? They are only $5.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taliban shouted, ???Infidel! I do not need an over-priced tie! I need water! I should kill you, but I must find water first!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???OK, OK??? said the old Jewish man, ???It does not matter that you do not want to buy a tie and that you hate me. I will show you that I am bigger than that. If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you will find a lovely restaurant. It has all the ice cold water you need. Shalom.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muttering, the Taliban staggered away over the hill. Several hours later he staggered back, almost dead??? ???Your f***ing brother won???t let me in without a tie!???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SS4OGsDlNYI/AAAAAAAAHNk/xNq1as3klrM/s400/animal-humor.jpg" alt="animal-humor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273167721765614978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4397326103609961235?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4397326103609961235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4397326103609961235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4397326103609961235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4397326103609961235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/jewish-business.html' title='Jewish Business'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SS4OGsDlNYI/AAAAAAAAHNk/xNq1as3klrM/s72-c/animal-humor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1600447375502565166</id><published>2010-03-03T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:20:36.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Democrat High In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost.&lt;br /&gt;She lowered altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man consulted his portable GPS and Replied, "You're in a hot air balloon approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2346 feet above sea level.. You are 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be a Republican."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am," replied the man. "How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and I'm still lost.. Frankly, you've not been much help to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Democrat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the man, "you don't know where you are or where you're going. You've risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect ME to solve your problem. You're in EXACTLY the same&lt;br /&gt;position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it's MY fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/StACtw5NH3I/AAAAAAAAOnM/skO4cp9DPPQ/s400/funny-pictures.jpg" alt="funny-pictures" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390811739204689778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1600447375502565166?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1600447375502565166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1600447375502565166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1600447375502565166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1600447375502565166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/democrat-high-in-air.html' title='A Democrat High In The Air'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/StACtw5NH3I/AAAAAAAAOnM/skO4cp9DPPQ/s72-c/funny-pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8390502752208838014</id><published>2010-03-03T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:19:22.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt; Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles into the kitchen and sure enough, there is a hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee, and the morning newspaper all waiting for him. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you came home after 3 in the morning, drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh THAT! Well, Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed,'Leave me alone, I'm married!'" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8390502752208838014?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8390502752208838014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8390502752208838014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8390502752208838014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8390502752208838014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-hangover.html' title='The Happy Hangover'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8930735255490414328</id><published>2010-03-03T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:18:11.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blonde and a lawyer are seated next to each other on a flight from LA to NY. The lawyer asks if she would like to play a fun game? The blonde, tired, just wants to take a nap, politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks. The lawyer persists and explains that the game is easy and a lot of fun. He explains, "I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me $5.00, and vise versa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, she declines and tries to get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, now agitated, says, "Okay, if you don't know the answer you pay me $5.00, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500.00."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catches the blonde's attention and, figuring there will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. "What's the distance from the earth to the moon?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde doesn't say a word, reaches into her purse, pulls out a $5.00 bill and hands it to the lawyer. "Okay, " says the lawyer, "your turn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks the lawyer, "What goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four legs?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, puzzled, takes out his laptop computer and searches all his references, no answer. He taps into the air phone with his modem and searches the net and the library of congress, no answer. Frustrated, he sends e-mail to all his friends and coworkers, to no avail. After an hour, he wakes the blonde, and hands her $500.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, "Thank you, " and turns back to get some more sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and asks, "Well, what's the answer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, the blonde reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5.00, and goes back to sleep.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8930735255490414328?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8930735255490414328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8930735255490414328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8930735255490414328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8930735255490414328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/smart-blonde.html' title='Smart Blonde'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7941741997244322869</id><published>2010-03-03T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:17:13.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;She married and had 13 children. Her husband died. She married again and had 7 more children. Again, Her husband died. But, she remarried and this time had 5 more children. Alas, she finally died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked the Lord for this very loving woman and said, ???Lord, they???re finally together.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mourner leaned over and quietly asked her friend, ???Do you think he means her first, second or third husband???? The friend replied, ???I think he means her legs.???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/StV4rvaRcXI/AAAAAAAAOuc/TzJuUCtChIg/s400/funny-animals.jpg" alt="funny-animals" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392348821702406514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7941741997244322869?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7941741997244322869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7941741997244322869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7941741997244322869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7941741997244322869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/together-at-last.html' title='Together At Last'/><author><name>Drs. 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She dropped her shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at the top of her lungs, "I have a gun, and I know how to use it! Get out of the car!" The four men didn't wait for a second threat. They got out and ran like mad. The lady, somewhat shaken, then proceeded to load her shopping bags into the back of the car and got into the driver's seat. She was so shaken that she could not get her key into the ignition. She tried and tried, and then she realized why. It was for the same reason she had wondered why there was a football, a Frisbee, and two 12-packs of beer in the front seat. A few minutes later, she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down. She loaded her bags into the car and drove to the police station to report her mistake. The sergeant to whom she told the story couldn't stop laughing. He pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale men were reporting a car jacking by a mad, elderly woman described as white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair, and carrying a large handgun. No charges were filed. Moral of the story? If you're going to have a senior moment...make it memorable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3278396607162613870?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3278396607162613870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3278396607162613870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3278396607162613870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3278396607162613870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-out-of-car.html' title='Get Out Of The Car'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2311814962067905433</id><published>2010-03-03T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:14:27.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reaching the end of a job interview, the human resources person asked a young engineer fresh out of MIT, "And what starting salary were you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer said, "In the neighborhood of $125,000 a year, depending on the benefits package." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer said, "Well, what would you say to a five-week vacation, 14 paid holidays, full medical and dental, company matching your retirement fund to 50% of your salary, and a company car leased every two years, say, a red Corvette?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young engineer sat up straight and said, "Wow! Are you kidding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer replied, "Yeah, but you started it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SuVIw9vF3kI/AAAAAAAAPEE/bAWgRE_dqeA/s400/humor-with-children.jpg" alt="humor-with-children" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396799734516407874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2311814962067905433?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2311814962067905433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2311814962067905433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2311814962067905433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2311814962067905433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>Drs. 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Bill happened to be crying very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you crying?" Bob asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came here for a blood test," sobbed Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So? Are you afraid?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. For the blood test, they cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Bob heard this, he immediately began crying profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonished, Bill stopped his tears and asked Bob, "Why are you crying now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Bob replied, "I came for a urine test!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7596674996811072329?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7596674996811072329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7596674996811072329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7596674996811072329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7596674996811072329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/clinic-check-up.html' title='Clinic Check Up'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4388408171005539050</id><published>2010-03-03T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:11:13.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif="" style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blonde had just gotten a new sports car and was out for a drive when she accidentally cut off a large truck. The driver was outraged and was eventually able to make her pull over.&lt;br /&gt;He got out of his truck and pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. He drew a circle on the side of the road and gruffly commanded to the blonde in his most threatening voice, "Stand in that circle and DON'T MOVE!"&lt;br /&gt;He then went to her car and cut up her leather seats.&lt;br /&gt;When he turned around she had a slight grin on her face, so he said, "Oh you think that's funny? Watch this!"&lt;br /&gt;He gets a baseball bat out of his truck and breaks every window in her car.&lt;br /&gt;When he turns and looks at her she has a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's getting really mad. He gets his knife back out and slices all her tires.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver is really starting to lose it. He goes back to his truck and gets an extra can of diesel fuel, pours it on her car and sets it on fire.&lt;br /&gt;He turns around and she is laughing so hard she is about to fall down.&lt;br /&gt;"What's so funny?" the truck driver asked the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Every time you weren't looking, I stepped outside the circle!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4388408171005539050?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4388408171005539050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4388408171005539050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4388408171005539050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4388408171005539050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/03/circle.html' title='The Circle'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8891090455832617407</id><published>2010-02-12T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:17:38.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;A father watched his five-year-old daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on how sweet and innocent his little girl was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over to her and noticed she was looking at two spiders mating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They???re mating," her father replied. "That???s a Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Longlegs." Her father answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, the other one is Mommy Longlegs?" the little girl asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," her father replied. "Both of them are Daddy Longlegs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought for a moment, then took her&lt;br /&gt;foot and stomped them flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, daddy, that might be accepted in California and Massachusetts but we???re not having any of that shit in Wisconsin!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://humorpictures.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/SjsXORONjxI/AAAAAAAAL3o/w-Hvi83g3jg/s400/animal-humor.jpg" alt="animal-humor" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348894516341214994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8891090455832617407?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8891090455832617407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8891090455832617407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8891090455832617407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8891090455832617407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-tail.html' title='Long Tail'/><author><name>Drs. 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Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-LZxhXlNXY/Sn1GWBsPrWI/AAAAAAAANHs/T92-ZFtMQaM/s72-c/humor-with-children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1326943137969098972</id><published>2010-02-12T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:59:41.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="padding-top: 4px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span new="" serif=""   style="font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny was starting his first day at a new school and his father called the teacher to tell her that little Johnny was a big gambler. She said that it was no problem and she has seen worse than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Little Johnny???s first day at his new school his father called the teacher to see how it went. She said, ???I think I broke his gambling???. The father asked how and she said, ???He bet me $5.00 that I had a mole on my butt, so I pulled down my pants and won his money.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???DAMN!??? said the father.&lt;br /&gt;???What???s wrong????, the teacher asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny???s father said, ???This morning he bet me $100.00 he would see his teacher???s butt before the day was over!???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1326943137969098972?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1326943137969098972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1326943137969098972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1326943137969098972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1326943137969098972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2010/02/gambling.html' title='Gambling'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1571587789992672704</id><published>2009-12-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:56:14.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing Cans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began.&lt;br /&gt;The very next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action.&lt;br /&gt;The following afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said, "You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. Used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a dollar if you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing."&lt;br /&gt;The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trash cans.&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face. "This recession is really putting a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on, I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans."&lt;br /&gt;The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they did accept his offer and continued their afternoon ruckus.&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street. "Look," he said, "I haven't received my Social Security check yet, so I'm not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lousy quarter?" the drum leader exclaimed. "If you think we're going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you're nuts! No way, mister. We quit!" And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1571587789992672704?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1571587789992672704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1571587789992672704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1571587789992672704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1571587789992672704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/12/crashing-cans.html' title='Crashing Cans'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7847405724261183126</id><published>2009-12-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:53:29.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieting Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you eat something and no one sees you eat it, it has no calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drink a diet soda with a candy bar, the calories in the candy bar are canceled out by the diet soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you eat with someone else, calories don’t count if you don’t eat more than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food used for medicinal purposes NEVER counts, such as hot chocolate, brandy, toast and Sara Lee Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fatten up everyone else around you, then you look thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie-related foods (Milk Duds, buttered popcorn, Junior Mints, Red Hots, Tootsie Rolls, etc.) do not have additional calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one’s personal fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie pieces contain no calories — the process of breaking causes calorie leakage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things licked off knives and spoons have no calories if you are in the process of preparing something. Examples are peanut butter on a knife making a sandwich and ice cream on a spoon making a sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods that have the same color have the same number of calories. Examples are: spinach and pistachio ice cream; mushrooms and white chocolate. NOTE: Chocolate is a universal color and may be substituted for any other food color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything consumed while standing over the kitchen sink, has no calories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7847405724261183126?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7847405724261183126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7847405724261183126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7847405724261183126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7847405724261183126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/12/dieting-rules.html' title='Dieting Rules'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3528875724228237780</id><published>2009-12-19T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:52:30.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After three years of marriage, Kim was still questioning her husband about his lurid past.&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, tell me," she asked for the thousandth time, "how many women have you slept with?"&lt;br /&gt;"Baby," he protested, "if I told you, you'd throw a fit".&lt;br /&gt;Kim promised she wouldn't get angry, and convinced her hubby to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," he said, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven - then there's you - nine, ten, 11, 12, 13.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3528875724228237780?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3528875724228237780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3528875724228237780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3528875724228237780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3528875724228237780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-many.html' title='How many?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1475101908661991182</id><published>2009-12-19T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:48:19.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Economy is bad</title><content type='html'>The economy is so bad that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mafia laid off three judges in New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even people who have nothing to do with the Obama administration aren't paying their taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotwheels and Matchbox stocks are trading higher than GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETA now sells chicken wings at their meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds is selling the 1/4-ouncer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Hollywood fired their nannies and then had to learn their own children's names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truck full of Americans got caught sneaking into Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA's most highly paid job is now jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick Cheney took his stockbroker hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motel Six won't leave the light on for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress is still investigating Bernie Madoff's scam. So... the guy who made $50 billion disappear is being investigated by the guys who made $750 billion disappear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1475101908661991182?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1475101908661991182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1475101908661991182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1475101908661991182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1475101908661991182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/12/economy-is-bad.html' title='The Economy is bad'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3089496198737403371</id><published>2009-10-29T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:21:07.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunting Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chester and Earl are going hunting. Chester says to Earl, "I'll send my dog out to see if there are any ducks out in the pond. If there aren't any ducks out there, I'm not going hunting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he sends the dog out to the pond. The dog comes back and barks twice. Chester says, "Well I'm not going to go out. He only saw two ducks out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl says, "You're going to take the dog's barks for the truth?" Earl doesn't believe it, so he goes to look for himself. When he gets back he says, "I don't believe it where did you get that dog? There really are only two ducks out there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester says, "Well, I got him from the breeder up the road. If you want, you can get one from him, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Earl goes to the breeder and says he wants a dog like the one his friend Chester has. The breeder obliges and Earl brings the dog home, tells it to go out and look for ducks. Minutes later the dog returns with a stick in it's mouth and starts humping Earl's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outraged, Earl takes the dog back to the breeder and says, "This dog is a fraud. I want my money back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeder asks Earl what the dog did. So Earl tells him that when he sent the dog out to look for ducks, it came back with a stick in its mouth and started humping his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeder says, "Earl, all he was trying to tell you was that there are more fucking ducks out there than you can shake a stick at!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3089496198737403371?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3089496198737403371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3089496198737403371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3089496198737403371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3089496198737403371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunting-dog.html' title='The Hunting Dog'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4674560566533047522</id><published>2009-10-29T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:20:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Tamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wo unemployed guys are talking. One says, "I'm going to become a lion tamer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other replies, "That's crazy, you don't know nothing about no lion taming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, OK, answer me this. When one of those lions comes at you all roaring and biting, what you gonna do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then I take that big chair they all carry, and I stick it in his face until he backs down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what if the lion takes that big paw, and hooks the chair with them big claws, and throws that chair out of the cage? What do you do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then I takes that whip they all carry, and I whip him and whip him until he backs down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what if that lion bites that whip with his big teeth, and bites it in two? What you gonna do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then I take that gun they all carry, and I shoot him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what if that gun doesn't work? What will you do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then I pick up some of the shit that's on the bottom of the cage, and I throw it in his eyes, and I run out of&lt;br /&gt;the cage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what if there ain't no shit in the bottom of the cage? What you gonna do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's dumb. Cause if that lion comes at me, and he throws the chair out of the cage, and he bites the whip in two, and my gun don't work, there's going to be some shit on the bottom of that cage, you can bet on that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4674560566533047522?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4674560566533047522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4674560566533047522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4674560566533047522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4674560566533047522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/lion-tamer.html' title='Lion Tamer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6604857633177574981</id><published>2009-10-29T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:19:07.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Trouble 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are three engineers in a car: an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer and a Microsoft engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the car just stops by the side of the road, and the three engineers look at each other wondering what could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault&lt;br /&gt;might have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical engineer, not knowing much about cars, suggests that maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, comes up with a suggestion, "Why don't we close all the windows, get out, get back in, open the windows again, and maybe it'll work !?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6604857633177574981?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6604857633177574981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6604857633177574981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6604857633177574981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6604857633177574981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/car-trouble-3.html' title='Car Trouble 3'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5882261435345732387</id><published>2009-10-29T01:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:16:58.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been programming too long when</title><content type='html'>When you are counting objects, you go "0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,A,B,C,D...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about a bus schedule, you wonder if it is 16 or 32 bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your wife says "If you don't turn off that darn machine and come to bed,then I am going to divorce you!", and you chastise her for for omitting the else clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are reading a book and look for the space bar to get to the next page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look for your car keys using: "grep keys /dev/pockets"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after fooling around all day with routers etc, you pick up the phone and start dialing an IP number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get in the elevator and double-press the button for the floor you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When not only do you check your email more often than your paper mail, but you remember your {network address} faster than your postal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to balance your checkbook and discover that you're doing the math in octal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you dream in 256 pallettes of 256 colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5882261435345732387?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5882261435345732387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5882261435345732387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5882261435345732387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5882261435345732387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/youve-been-programming-too-long-when.html' title='You&apos;ve been programming too long when'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8288465587745814674</id><published>2009-10-29T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:15:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Windows a Virus</title><content type='html'>No, Windows is not a virus. Here's what viruses do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.They replicate quickly - okay, Windows does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system as they do so - okay, Windows does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk - okay, Windows does that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Viruses are usually carried, unknown to the user, along with valuable programs and systems. - Sigh.. Windows does that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Viruses will occasionally make the user suspect their system is too slow (see 2) and the user will buy new hardware. - Yup, Windows does that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now it seems Windows is a virus but there are fundamental differences: Viruses are well supported by their authors, are running on most systems, their program code is fast, compact and efficient and they tend to become more sophisticated as they mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Windows is not a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8288465587745814674?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8288465587745814674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8288465587745814674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8288465587745814674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8288465587745814674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-windows-virus.html' title='Is Windows a Virus'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1964147962661600615</id><published>2009-10-29T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:07:16.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billing</title><content type='html'>A doctor and a lawyer were talking at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their conversation was constantly interrupted by people describing their ailments and asking the doctor for free medical advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of this, the exasperated doctor asked the lawyer, "What do you do to stop people from asking you for legal advice when you're out of the office?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I give it to them," replied the lawyer, "and then I send them a bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was shocked, but agreed to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, still feeling slightly guilty, the doctor prepared the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went to place them in his mailbox, he found a bill from the lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1964147962661600615?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1964147962661600615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1964147962661600615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1964147962661600615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1964147962661600615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/billing.html' title='Billing'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6288617358123111958</id><published>2009-10-29T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:05:39.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kind Lawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="jokeContents" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;   One afternoon, a lawyer was riding in the back of his limousine when he saw two men eating grass by the road side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you eating grass?", he asked one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have any money for food.", The poor man replied. "Oh, come along with me then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I have a wife with two children!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them along! And you, come with us too!", he said to the other man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I have a wife with six children!" the second man answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them as well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all climbed into the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once underway, one of the poor fellows says "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer replied "No, you don't understand, the grass at my home is about three feet tall!"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6288617358123111958?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6288617358123111958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6288617358123111958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6288617358123111958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6288617358123111958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/kind-lawyer.html' title='A Kind Lawyer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7163946238871140138</id><published>2009-10-29T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:04:44.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corruption</title><content type='html'>At the height of a political corruption trial, the prosecuting attorney attacked a witness. "Isn't it true," he bellowed, "that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witness stared out the window, as though he hadn't hear the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it true that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?" the lawyer repeated. The witness still did not respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the judge leaned over and said, "Sir, please answer the question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," the startled witness said, "I thought he was talking to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7163946238871140138?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7163946238871140138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7163946238871140138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7163946238871140138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7163946238871140138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/corruption.html' title='Corruption'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1131020684580578497</id><published>2009-10-29T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:03:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartest Man in the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the best efforts of the pilot, the plane started to go down. Finally, the pilot grabbed a parachute, yelled to the passengers that they had better jump, and bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there were only three parachutes remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor grabbed one and said "I'm a doctor, I save lives, so I must live," and jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer then said, "I'm a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world. I deserve to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also grabbed a parachute and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest looked at the little boy and said, "My son, I've lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, "Not to worry, Father. The 'smartest man in the world' just took off with my back pack."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1131020684580578497?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1131020684580578497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1131020684580578497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1131020684580578497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1131020684580578497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/smartest-man-in-world.html' title='Smartest Man in the World'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2384242460288636674</id><published>2009-10-29T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:01:53.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bride Tells her Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the&lt;br /&gt;prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the&lt;br /&gt;prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but&lt;br /&gt;the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him&lt;br /&gt;a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently&lt;br /&gt;born foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence,&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2384242460288636674?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2384242460288636674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2384242460288636674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2384242460288636674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2384242460288636674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/bride-tells-her-husband.html' title='The Bride Tells her Husband'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5122539655295346785</id><published>2009-10-29T00:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:00:10.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generous lawyer</title><content type='html'>A local United Way office realized that the organization had never received a donation from the town's most successful lawyer. The person in charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our research shows that out of a yearly income of at least $500,000, you give not a penny to charity. Wouldn't you like to give back to the community in some way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, "First, did your research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and has medical bills that are several times her annual income?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, "Um ... no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer interrupts, "or that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an apology, but was interrupted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"or that my sister's husband died in a traffic accident," the lawyer's voice rising in indignation, "leaving her penniless with three children?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, said simply, "I had no idea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, "So if I don't give any money to them, why should I give any to you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5122539655295346785?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5122539655295346785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5122539655295346785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5122539655295346785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5122539655295346785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/generous-lawyer.html' title='Generous lawyer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3079746293744817351</id><published>2009-10-29T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:58:45.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Husbands, Still a Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said the puzzled groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can that be if you've been married ten times?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Husband #1 was a sales representative: he kept telling me how great it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #2 was in software services: he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #3 was from field services: he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #4 was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #5 was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #6 was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #7 was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #8 was a psychologist: all he ever did was talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #9 was a gynecologist: all he did was look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #10 was a stamp collector: all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said the new husband, "but, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a lawyer. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3079746293744817351?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3079746293744817351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3079746293744817351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3079746293744817351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3079746293744817351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-husbands-still-virgin.html' title='10 Husbands, Still a Virgin'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7318747108919313795</id><published>2009-10-29T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:57:24.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7318747108919313795?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7318747108919313795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7318747108919313795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7318747108919313795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7318747108919313795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-bad-day.html' title='A Really Bad Day'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5678649170030379072</id><published>2009-10-29T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:47:37.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advantages Of Being A Woman</title><content type='html'>Why it's better to be a Woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We get to flirt with systems support men who always return our calls, and are nice to us when we blow up our computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our boyfriend's clothes make us look elfin &amp;amp; gorgeous. Guys look like complete idiots in ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We can be groupies. Male groupies are stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We can cry and get off speeding fines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We've never lusted after a cartoon character or the central female figure in a computer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Taxis stop for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Free drinks, Free dinners, Free movies ... (you get the point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We can hug our friends without wondering if she thinks we're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. We can hug our friends without wondering if WE'RE gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. New lipstick gives us a whole new lease on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It's possible to live our whole lives without ever taking a group shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If we forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. We can congratulate our team-mate without ever touching her butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If we have a zit, we know how to conceal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If we're dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. We don't have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. We have the ability to dress ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Our friends won't think we're weird if we ask whether there's spinach in our teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. We'll never regret piercing our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. We know which glass was ours by the lipstick mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. We have enough sense to realize that the easiest way to get out of being lost is to ask for directions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5678649170030379072?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5678649170030379072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5678649170030379072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5678649170030379072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5678649170030379072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/advantages-of-being-woman.html' title='Advantages Of Being A Woman'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6409729876702926430</id><published>2009-10-29T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:45:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible to Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A group of girlfriends is on vacation when they see a 5-story hotel with a sign that reads: "For Women Only." Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works. "We have 5 floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It's easy to decide since each floor has a sign telling you what's inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they start going up and on the first floor the sign reads: "All the men on this floor are short and plain." The friends laugh and without hesitation move on to the next floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign on the second floor reads: "All the men here are short and handsome." Still, this isn't good enough, so the friends continue on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reach the third floor and the sign reads: "All the men here are tall and plain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still want to do better, and so, knowing there are still two floors left, they continued on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth floor, the sign is perfect: "All the men here are tall and handsome." The women get all excited and are going in when they realize that there is still one floor left. Wondering what they are missing, they head on up to the fifth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they find a sign that reads: "There are no men here. This floor was built only to prove that there is no way to please a woman." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6409729876702926430?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6409729876702926430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6409729876702926430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6409729876702926430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6409729876702926430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/impossible-to-please.html' title='Impossible to Please'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7264141492853542254</id><published>2009-10-29T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:44:16.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Mother With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't live where we did when you left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from your home so we moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to send you the address, as the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they left so that they wouldn't have to change their address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is real nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure if it works too well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I put a load in, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather isn't too bad here., it only rained twice last week, The first time it rained for three days and the second time for four days. The coat you wanted me to send you, your Uncle Steve said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got another bill from the funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said if we don't make the last payment on Grandma's grave, up she comes. John locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were worried because it took him two hours to get me and Shelby out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister had a baby this morning but I haven't found out what it is yet, so I don't know if you're an aunt or an uncle. If the baby is a girl, your sister is going to name it after me, she's going to call it Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Pete fell in a whiskey vat last week. Some man tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated and he burned for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pick-up truck. Ralph was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7264141492853542254?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7264141492853542254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7264141492853542254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7264141492853542254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7264141492853542254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-mother-with-love.html' title='From A Mother With Love'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1042399487901391622</id><published>2009-10-29T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:42:55.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother went nuts and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, "All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon." She hears the little boy continue, "For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1042399487901391622?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1042399487901391622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1042399487901391622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1042399487901391622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1042399487901391622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/10/electric-train.html' title='Electric Train'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1560705939474474120</id><published>2009-09-09T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:30:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines, Redneck Style</title><content type='html'>Kudzu is green, my dog's name is Blue&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yore hair is like cornsilk, a-flapping in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You move like the bass, which excite me in May.&lt;br /&gt;You ain't got no scales, but I luv you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as graceful as okry, jist a-dancin' in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;Yo're as fragrant as SunDrop right out of the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all yore teeth, for which I am proud;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my head high when we're in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On special occasions, when you shave yore armpits,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in hawg heaven, I'm plumb outta my wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speakin' of wits, you've got plenty fer shore.&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you married me back in '74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still them fellers at work they all want to know,&lt;br /&gt;What I did to deserve such a purty, young doe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a good roll of duct tape, yo're there fer yore man,&lt;br /&gt;To patch up life's troubles and stick 'em in the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo're as strong as a four-wheeler racin' through the mud,&lt;br /&gt;Yet fragile as that sanger named Naomi Judd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead.&lt;br /&gt;You ain't mean like no far ant upon which I oft' tread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut from the best pattern like a flannel shirt of plaid,&lt;br /&gt;You sparked up my life like a Rattletrap shad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack,&lt;br /&gt;My life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get old like a '57 Chevy,&lt;br /&gt;Won't put you on blocks and let grass grow up heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie, with a RC cold drank,&lt;br /&gt;We go together like a skunk goes with stank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day;&lt;br /&gt;They git it at Wal-Mart; It's romantic that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men git roses on that special day,&lt;br /&gt;From the cooler at Kroger. "That's impressive," I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth.&lt;br /&gt;"Diamonds are forever," they explain, suave and couth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for this man, honey, these will not do.&lt;br /&gt;For you are too special, you sweet thang you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got you a gift, without taste nor odour,&lt;br /&gt;Better than diamonds, it's a new trollin' motor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1560705939474474120?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1560705939474474120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1560705939474474120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1560705939474474120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1560705939474474120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/valentines-redneck-style.html' title='Valentines, Redneck Style'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1007591152390336932</id><published>2009-09-09T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:23:09.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible to Please</title><content type='html'>A group of girlfriends is on vacation when they see a 5-story hotel with a sign that reads: "For Women Only." Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works. "We have 5 floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It's easy to decide since each floor has a sign telling you what's inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they start going up and on the first floor the sign reads: "All the men on this floor are short and plain." The friends laugh and without hesitation move on to the next floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign on the second floor reads: "All the men here are short and handsome." Still, this isn't good enough, so the friends continue on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reach the third floor and the sign reads: "All the men here are tall and plain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still want to do better, and so, knowing there are still two floors left, they continued on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth floor, the sign is perfect: "All the men here are tall and handsome." The women get all excited and are going in when they realize that there is still one floor left. Wondering what they are missing, they head on up to the fifth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they find a sign that reads: "There are no men here. This floor was built only to prove that there is no way to please a woman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1007591152390336932?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1007591152390336932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1007591152390336932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1007591152390336932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1007591152390336932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/impossible-to-please.html' title='Impossible to Please'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7192253047124866032</id><published>2009-09-09T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:02:44.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Train</title><content type='html'>A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother went nuts and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, "All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon." She hears the little boy continue, "For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7192253047124866032?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7192253047124866032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7192253047124866032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7192253047124866032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7192253047124866032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/electric-train.html' title='Electric Train'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2334901181698230882</id><published>2009-09-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:00:24.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief History Of Medicine</title><content type='html'>I have an earache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 B.C. - Here, eat this root&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 A.D. - That root is heathen, say this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1850 A.D. - That prayer is superstition, drink this potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1940 A.D. - That potion is snake oil, swallow this pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985 A.D. - That pill is ineffective, take this antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 A.D. - That antibiotic is artificial. Here, eat this root.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2334901181698230882?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2334901181698230882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2334901181698230882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2334901181698230882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2334901181698230882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/brief-history-of-medicine.html' title='A Brief History Of Medicine'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5878504721173066915</id><published>2009-09-07T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:59:33.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizing Up the Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A young gay man calls home and tells his Jewish mother that he has decided to go back into the closet because he has met a wonderful girl and they are going to be married. He tells his mother that he is sure she will be happier since he knows that his gay lifestyle has been very disturbing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds that she is indeed delighted and asks tentatively, "I suppose it would be too much to hope that she would be Jewish?" He tells her that not only is the girl Jewish but from a wealthy Beverly Hills family. And her father is a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She admits she is overwhelmed by the news, and asks, "What is this wonderful girl's name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answers, "Monica Lewinsky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pause, then his mother asks, "What happened to that nice black boy you were dating last year?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5878504721173066915?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5878504721173066915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5878504721173066915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5878504721173066915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5878504721173066915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/sizing-up-situation.html' title='Sizing Up the Situation'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8340164560104117151</id><published>2009-09-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:58:00.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bill Clinton and Al Gore went into a local diner for lunch. As they read the menu, the waitress came over and asked Clinton, "Are you ready to order, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton replies, "Yes, I'd like a quickie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A quickie?!" the waitress replies with disgust. "Sir, given the current situation of your personal life, I don't believe that�s a good idea. I'll come back later when you are ready to make an order from the MENU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gore leans over to Clinton and says, "Sir, it's pronounced 'Quiche'�"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8340164560104117151?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8340164560104117151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8340164560104117151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8340164560104117151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8340164560104117151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickie.html' title='A Quickie?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3653246710072589718</id><published>2009-09-07T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:56:45.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted Assistance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  width="100%" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jokesandhumor.com/jokes/pictures/unwanted.jpg" alt="Sports Jokes Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3653246710072589718?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3653246710072589718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3653246710072589718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3653246710072589718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3653246710072589718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/unwanted-assistance.html' title='Unwanted Assistance'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1570183736886265825</id><published>2009-09-07T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:52:15.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Woman's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't send me no more creeps.&lt;br /&gt;Please just send me one good man.&lt;br /&gt;One without a wedding band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good man who's sweet as pie.&lt;br /&gt;Who brushed his teeth and doesn't lie.&lt;br /&gt;Who dresses neat and doesn't smell.&lt;br /&gt;And is sexy like my man Denzel.&lt;br /&gt;Is super-rich like Michael J.&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if I should die before I wake,&lt;br /&gt;that would truly take the cake;&lt;br /&gt;No matrimony or honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;No fancy reception planned for June.&lt;br /&gt;No throwing of the wedding bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;Please, God, don't let me go out that way.&lt;br /&gt;If I die before I meet Mr. Right&lt;br /&gt;I won't go out without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;But then again with my luck,&lt;br /&gt;He'd probably be just some schmuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single life is not that bad&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just a passing fad.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blue. I will not frown.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I like my toilet seat down.&lt;br /&gt;No more makeup, won't comb my hair.&lt;br /&gt;So never mind this stupid prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single life will do just fine.&lt;br /&gt;So what's up, girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S PARTY TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1570183736886265825?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1570183736886265825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1570183736886265825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1570183736886265825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1570183736886265825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/single-womans-prayer.html' title='Single Woman&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-9194813548723811867</id><published>2009-09-07T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:47:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me Feel Like a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  width="100%" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; A passenger plane on a cross-country trip runs into a terrible storm.&lt;br /&gt;The plane gets pounded by rain, hail, wind and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passengers are screaming. They are sure the plane is going to crash and that they are all going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the height of the storm, a young woman jumps up and exclaims, "I can't take this anymore! I can't just sit here and die like an animal, strapped into a chair. If I am going to die, let me at least die feeling like a woman. Is there anyone here man enough to make me feel like woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees a hand raise in the back, and a muscular man starts to walk up to her seat. As he aproaches her, he takes off his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;She can see the man's muscles even in the poor lighting of the plane. He stands in front of her, shirt in hand and says to her, "I can make you feel like a woman before you die. Are you interested?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly, she shakes her head, Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man hands her his shirt, he says, "Here. Iron this." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-9194813548723811867?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/9194813548723811867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=9194813548723811867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/9194813548723811867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/9194813548723811867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-me-feel-like-woman.html' title='Make Me Feel Like a Woman'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3204976683455860075</id><published>2009-09-07T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:42:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Recommended for Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  width="100%" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Not Recommended Books for Children&lt;br /&gt;26. Bob the Germ's Wonderous Journey Into and Back Out of Your Digestive System.&lt;br /&gt;25. The Little Engine that Could Becomes intoxicated and Kills Civillians.&lt;br /&gt;24. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer's Games of Revenge..&lt;br /&gt;23. Peter Rabbit's Frisky Adventures.&lt;br /&gt;22. Dick, Jane, and Spot Wander into The 'Hood'.&lt;br /&gt;21. Clifford the Big Red Dog Accidently Eats his Masters and is Put to Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;20. Valuable Protein and Other Nutritional Benefits of Things from your Nose.&lt;br /&gt;19. The Hardy Boys, the Barbie Twins, and the Vice Squad.&lt;br /&gt;18. The Tickling Babysitter&lt;br /&gt;17. A Pictoral History of Circus Geek Suicides.&lt;br /&gt;16. Charles Manson Bedtime Stories.&lt;br /&gt;15. Daddy Loses His Job and Finds the Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;14. Babar Meets the Taxedermist and Becomes a Piano.&lt;br /&gt;13. Controlling the playground: Respect through Fear.&lt;br /&gt;12. David Duke's World of Imagination.&lt;br /&gt;11. Curious George and the High-Voltage Fence.&lt;br /&gt;10. The Boy Who Died from Eating All His Vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;9. Legends of Scab Football.&lt;br /&gt;8. Teddy: the Elf with the Detached Retina.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tommy Tune: Boy Choreographer.&lt;br /&gt;6. Joe Garagiola Retells Favorite Fairy Tales But Can't Remember the Endings to All of them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ed Beckley's Start a Real-Estate Empire with the change from your Mom's Purse.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Pop-up Book of Human Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Things Rich Kids Have, but you never will.&lt;br /&gt;2. Let's Draw Betty and Veronica without their clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Care Bears Maul Some Campers and are Shot Dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3204976683455860075?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3204976683455860075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3204976683455860075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3204976683455860075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3204976683455860075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-recommended-for-children.html' title='Not Recommended for Children'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6121171479920602930</id><published>2009-09-07T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:40:55.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions You Won't Keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  width="100%" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Top 10 Resolutions You Won't Keep This Year (for Nerds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will not buy magazines with AOL disks bound in just to get another 1.44MB disk.&lt;br /&gt;9. I will stop sending email to my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;8. I resolve to work with neglected children... my own.&lt;br /&gt;7. I will answer my snail mail with the same enthusiasm I answer my email.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I subscribe to a news group or mailing list, I will read all the mail I get from it.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will stay on the computer as long as I want. What? OK, dear... I'm coming. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;4. No more downloads from alt.binaries.*&lt;br /&gt;3. I resolve to back up my new 2 GB hard drive daily... well, once a week... monthly, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;2. I will spend less than one hour a day on the Net.&lt;br /&gt;1. I won't try to get onto the Netscape web site as soon as a new Navigator beta comes out.&lt;br /&gt;0. When I hear "Where do you want to go today?" I won't reply "MS Tech Support."&lt;br /&gt;-1. I will read the manual.&lt;br /&gt;-2. I will think of a password other than "password."&lt;br /&gt;-3. I will limit my top ten lists to ten items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6121171479920602930?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6121171479920602930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6121171479920602930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6121171479920602930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6121171479920602930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-years-resolutions-you-wont-keep.html' title='New Years Resolutions You Won&apos;t Keep'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3471593701246876287</id><published>2009-09-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:40:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only in America&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  width="100%" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Only in America...can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in America...are there handicap parking places in front of a skating rink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in America...do people order double cheese burgers, a large fry, and a diet coke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in America...do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in America...do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and leave&lt;br /&gt;useless things and junk in boxes in the garage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in America...do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we&lt;br /&gt;won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in America...do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3471593701246876287?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3471593701246876287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3471593701246876287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3471593701246876287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3471593701246876287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-in-america.html' title='Only in America'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5865654091746361200</id><published>2009-09-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:35:51.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr  width="100%" noshade="noshade" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; There was this preacher who was an avid golfer. Every chance he could get, he could be found on the golf course swinging away. It was an obsession. One Sunday was a picture perfect day for golfing. The sun was out, no clouds in the sky, and the temperature was just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher was in a quandary as to what to do, and shortly, the urge to play golf overcame him. He called an assistant to tell him that he was sick and could not do church, packed the car up, and drove three hours to a golf course where no one would recognize him. Happily, he began to play the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angel up above was watching the preacher and was quite perturbed. He went to God and said, "Look at the preacher. He should be punished for what he is doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God nodded in agreement. The preacher teed up on the first hole. He swung at the ball, and it sailed effortlessly through the air and landed right in the cup three hundred and fifty yards away. A picture perfect hole-in-one. He was amazed and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel was a little shocked. He turned to God and said, "Begging Your pardon, but I thought you were going to punish him?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God smiled. "Think about it -- who can he tell?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5865654091746361200?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5865654091746361200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5865654091746361200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5865654091746361200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5865654091746361200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-golf.html' title='Sunday Golf'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-646950013792874745</id><published>2009-09-07T08:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:34:52.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring the Cold</title><content type='html'>Temperature in Fahrenheit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+60 Californians put on sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+50 Miami residents turn on the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+45 Vermont residents go to outdoor concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+40 You can see your breath.&lt;br /&gt;Californians shiver uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;Minnesotans go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+35 Italians cars don`t start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+32 Water freezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+30 You plan your vacation in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+25 Ohio water freezes.&lt;br /&gt;Californians weep pitiably&lt;br /&gt;Minnesotans eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Canadians go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+20 Politicians begin to talk about the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;New York City water freezes.&lt;br /&gt;Miami residents plan vacation further south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+15 French cars don`t start.&lt;br /&gt;Cat insists on sleeping with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+10 You need jumper cables to get the car going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ 5 American cars don`t start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 Alaskans put on T-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10 German cars don`t start.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes freeze shut when you blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-15 You can cut your breath and use it to build an igloo.&lt;br /&gt;Arkansans stick tongues on metal objects.&lt;br /&gt;Miami residents cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-20 Cat insists on sleeping in pajamas with you.&lt;br /&gt;Politicians actually do something about the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Minnesotans shovel snow off roof.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese cars don`t start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-25 Too cold to think.&lt;br /&gt;You need jumper cables to get the driver going.&lt;br /&gt;Wisconsin-Eau Claire students walk rapidly across the footbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-30 You plan a two week hot bath.&lt;br /&gt;Swedish cars don`t start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-40 Californians disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Minnesotans button top button.&lt;br /&gt;Canadians put on sweater.&lt;br /&gt;Your car helps you plan your trip south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-50 Congressional hot air freezes.&lt;br /&gt;Alaskans close the bathroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-80 Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears move south.&lt;br /&gt;Green Bay Packer fans order hot cocoa at the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-90 Lawyers put their hands in their own pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-100 Canadian buildings turn off air conditioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-646950013792874745?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/646950013792874745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=646950013792874745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/646950013792874745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/646950013792874745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/measuring-cold.html' title='Measuring the Cold'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7112597854642065281</id><published>2009-09-07T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:33:47.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Can't Win</title><content type='html'>If you work too hard, there is never any time for her.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't work enough, you're a good-for-nothing bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay, it's exploitation.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay, you should get off your ass and find something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a promotion ahead of her, it's favoritism.&lt;br /&gt;If she gets a job ahead of you, it's equal opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mention how nice she looks, it's sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;If you keep quiet, it's male indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cry, you're a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you're insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make a decision without consulting her, you're a chauvinist pig, you bastard.&lt;br /&gt;If she makes a decision without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy, that's domination.&lt;br /&gt;If she asks you, it's a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to keep yourself in shape, you're vain.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you're a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy her flowers, you're after something.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you're not thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're proud of your achievements, you're an egotist.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not, you're not ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she has a headache, she's tired.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a headache, you don't love her anymore, and you must be sleeping around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7112597854642065281?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7112597854642065281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7112597854642065281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7112597854642065281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7112597854642065281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-men-cant-win.html' title='Why Men Can&apos;t Win'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6824356589315962230</id><published>2009-04-23T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:29:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing To Live For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A father asks his 10-year-old son if he knows about the birds and the bees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to know!” the child says, bursting into tears. “Promise me you won’t tell me!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the father asks what’s wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, dad,” the boy sobs. “When I was six, I got the ‘There’s no Santa’ speech. At seven, I got the ‘There’s no Easter Bunny’ speech. When I was eight, you hit me with the ‘There’s no tooth fairy’ speech. If you’re going to tell me that adults don’t really fuck, I’ll have nothing left to live for.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6824356589315962230?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6824356589315962230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6824356589315962230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6824356589315962230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6824356589315962230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-to-live-for.html' title='Nothing To Live For'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1643991730508857182</id><published>2009-04-23T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:27:29.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A little girl asked her mother, "How did the human race come about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother answered, "God made Adam and Eve; they had children and, so all mankind was made." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the little girl asked her father the same question. The father answered, "Many years ago there were monkeys, and we developed from them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confused girl returns to her mother and says, "Mom, how is it possible that you told me that the human race was created by God , and Papa says we developed from monkeys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mother answers, "Well, dear, it is very simple. I told you about the origin of my side of the family, and your father told you about his side." &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/7271339715085528753-1643991730508857182?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1643991730508857182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1643991730508857182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1643991730508857182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1643991730508857182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/human-race.html' title='Human Race'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8413241003081350802</id><published>2009-04-23T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:07:32.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerry Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A teacher in a small Vermont town asks her class how many of them are John Kerry fans. &lt;br /&gt;Not really knowing what a John Kerry fan is, but wanting to be liked by the teacher, all the kids raise their hands except one boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asks Johnny why he has decided to be different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny says, "I'm not a John Kerry fan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, "Why aren't you a John Kerry fan?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny says, "I'm a George Bush fan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asks why he's a George Bush fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy says, "Well, my mom's a George Bush fan and my dad's a George Bush fan, so I'm a George Bush fan!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is kind of angry, because this IS Vermont, so she asks, "What if your mom was a moron and your dad was an idiot, what would that make you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny says, "That would make me a John Kerry fan."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8413241003081350802?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8413241003081350802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8413241003081350802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8413241003081350802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8413241003081350802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/kerry-fan.html' title='Kerry Fan'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1208856590213724255</id><published>2009-04-23T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:03:27.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Presidential election was too close to call. Neither the Republican candidate nor the Democratic candidate had enough votes to win. There was much talk about ballot recounting, court challenges, etc., but a week-long ice fishing competition seemed the sportsmanlike way to settle things. The candidate that caught the most fish at the end of the week would win the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it was decided that there should be an ice fishing contest between the two candidates to determine the winner. After much of back and forth discussion, it was decided that the contest take place on a remote frozen lake in northern Minnesota. There were to be no observers present, and both men were to be sent out separately on this isolated lake and return at 5 P.M. with their catch for counting and verification by a team of neutral parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the first day, John McCain returned to the starting line and he had ten fish. Soon, Obama returned and had no fish. Well, everyone assumed he was just having another 'bad hair' day or something and hopefully, he would catch up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 2nd day John McCain came in with 20 fish and Obama came in again with none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Harry Reid got together secretly with Obama and said, "Obama, I think John McCain is a low-life, cheatin' son-of-a-gun. I want you to go out tomorrow and don't even bother with fishing. Just spy on him and see just how he is cheating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night (after John McCain returns with 50 fish), Harry said to Obama, "Well, tell me, how is John McCain cheating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama replied, "Harry, you're not going to believe this, but he's cutting holes in the ice".&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/7271339715085528753-1208856590213724255?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1208856590213724255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1208856590213724255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1208856590213724255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1208856590213724255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/presidential-contest.html' title='Presidential Contest'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4206587196871489595</id><published>2009-04-23T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:59:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>A young man wished to purchase a gift for his new sweetheart's birthday, and as they had not been dating very long, after careful consideration he decided a pair of gloves would strike the right note - romantic, but not too personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by his sweetheart's younger sister, he bought a pair of white gloves; the younger sister purchased a pair of panties for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wrapping, the clerk mixed up the items and the sister got the gloves and the sweetheart got the panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without checking the contents first, he sealed his package and mailed it to his sweetheart along with this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose these because I noticed that you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones with buttons, but she wears short ones that are easy to remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a delicate shade, but the lady I bought them from showed me the pair she had been wearing for the past three weeks and they were hardly soiled. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were there to put them on you for the first time, as no doubt other hands will come in contact with them before I have a chance to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take them off, remember to blow in them before putting them away as they will naturally be a little damp from wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think how many times I will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you will wear them for me on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my Love,&lt;br /&gt;Hollingsworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur showing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4206587196871489595?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4206587196871489595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4206587196871489595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4206587196871489595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4206587196871489595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8640081542940382756</id><published>2009-04-23T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:57:06.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matador Special</title><content type='html'>A man on a business trip in Mexico decides to take in a bull fight. After the event, he stops in to the little dive next to the venue called "The Matador".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he checks out the menu trying to decide what he wants he sees a waiter bring a dish to another customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dish is spaghetti with these two huge meat balls. When  the waiter comes to his table, he inquires. "That is the&lt;br /&gt;Matador Special" replies the waiter. "Spaghetti and Bull testicles. We get them after the bull fight. It is exquisite!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I'll have!", says the businessman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry senor, but that dish is only available once per day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, the man orders another dish and plans to try again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, the next day he goes to the bull fights, and afterwards stops into the dive. Just as the waiter is coming to his table, he sees another waiter bringing the "Matador Special" to another customer who was there before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn!" he says to himself. "And tomorrow's my last day here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, he skips the bull fight, and stands in line at the cafe. He is the first one seated, and proudly&lt;br /&gt;proclaims, "I'll have the Matador Special!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, senor!" responds the waiter. Soon afterwards, the waiter brings out his dish, but the meat balls are disappointingly small. Very small, as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's with this!" the now angry man shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry, senor" said the waiter, "but the bull does not always lose!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8640081542940382756?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8640081542940382756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8640081542940382756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8640081542940382756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8640081542940382756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/matador-special.html' title='Matador Special'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2982960665139436526</id><published>2009-04-23T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:54:34.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Mother With Love</title><content type='html'>Dear Child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't live where we did when you left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from your home so we moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to send you the address, as the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they left so that they wouldn't have to change their address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is real nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure if it works too well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I put a load in, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather isn't too bad here., it only rained twice last week, The first time it rained for three days and the second time for four days. The coat you wanted me to send you, your Uncle Steve said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got another bill from the funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said if we don't make the last payment on Grandma's grave, up she comes. John locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were worried because it took him two hours to get me and Shelby out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister had a baby this morning but I haven't found out what it is yet, so I don't know if you're an aunt or an uncle. If the baby is a girl, your sister is going to name it after me, she's going to call it Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Pete fell in a whiskey vat last week. Some man tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated and he burned for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pick-up truck. Ralph was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2982960665139436526?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2982960665139436526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2982960665139436526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2982960665139436526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2982960665139436526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-mother-with-love.html' title='From A Mother With Love'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7924397777144650731</id><published>2009-03-25T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:30:51.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Office Party</title><content type='html'>John, woke up after the annual office Christmas party with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recall the events of the preceding evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a trip to the bathroom, he made his way downstairs, where his wife put some coffee in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Louise," he moaned, "tell me what happened last night. Was it as bad as I think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even worse," she said, her voice oozing scorn. "You made a complete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonising the entire board of directors and you insulted the president of the company, right to his face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's an asshole," John said. "Piss on him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did," came the reply. "And he fired you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, screw him!" said John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did. You're back at work on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7924397777144650731?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7924397777144650731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7924397777144650731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7924397777144650731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7924397777144650731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-office-party.html' title='After the Office Party'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-543403880010263539</id><published>2009-03-25T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:29:37.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts of Life</title><content type='html'>Women love to talk on the phone. A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will drive miles out of their way to avoid the possibility of getting lost using a shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women do NOT want an honest answer to the question, 'How do I look?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS stands for: Permissible Man-Slaughter (or at least men think it means that). PMS also stands for Preposterous Mood Swings and Punish My&lt;br /&gt;Spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first naked man a woman sees is 'Ken'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will make three right-hand turns to avoid making one left-hand turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, nothing,' has an entirely different&lt;br /&gt;meaning in woman-language than it does in man-language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women cannot use a map without turning the map to correspond to the direction that they are heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All women are overweight by definition; don't agree with them about it. Women always have 5 pounds to lose, but don't bring this up unless they really have 5 pounds to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not Valentine's Day and you see a man in a flower shop, you can probably start up a conversation by asking, 'What did you do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only women understand the reason for 'guest towels' and the 'good china'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All women seek equality with men until it comes to sharing the closet, taking out the trash, and picking up the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man ticks off a woman she will often respond by getting a fuzzy toilet cover which warms their rear, but makes it impossible for the lid to stay up thus it constantly gets peed on by the guys (which gets them in More trouble).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women never check to see if the lid is up. They seem to prefer taking a flying butt leap towards the bowl and then chewing men out because they 'left the seat up' instead of taking two seconds and lowering it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women can get out of speeding tickets by&lt;br /&gt;pouting. This will get men arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women don't really care about a sense of humor in a guy despite claims to the contrary. You don't see women trampling over Tom Cruise to get to Gilbert Gottfried, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can never catch women checking out other men; women will always catch men checking out other women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-543403880010263539?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/543403880010263539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=543403880010263539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/543403880010263539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/543403880010263539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/facts-of-life.html' title='Facts of Life'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4684064543106401322</id><published>2009-03-25T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:27:50.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Writer</title><content type='html'>There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked to define "great" he said, "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4684064543106401322?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4684064543106401322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4684064543106401322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4684064543106401322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4684064543106401322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-writer.html' title='Great Writer'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-9022182613229073154</id><published>2009-03-25T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:25:47.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Not To Jog</title><content type='html'>1. My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 now &amp; we don't know where the heck she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have to exercise in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't exercise at all. If God meant us to touch our toes, he would have put them further up our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't jog. It makes the ice jump right out of my glass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-9022182613229073154?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/9022182613229073154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=9022182613229073154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/9022182613229073154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/9022182613229073154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-reasons-not-to-jog.html' title='10 Reasons Not To Jog'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5290256810710510890</id><published>2009-03-25T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:24:35.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corruption</title><content type='html'>At the height of a political corruption trial, the prosecuting attorney attacked a witness. "Isn't it true," he bellowed, "that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witness stared out the window, as though he hadn't hear the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it true that you accepted five thousand dollars to compromise this case?" the lawyer repeated. The witness still did not respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the judge leaned over and said, "Sir, please answer the question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," the startled witness said, "I thought he was talking to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5290256810710510890?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5290256810710510890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5290256810710510890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5290256810710510890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5290256810710510890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/corruption.html' title='Corruption'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1648567600255749664</id><published>2009-03-18T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:27:32.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hillary went in for her yearly checkup. When she was finished, she asked her gynecologist how things looked. He said he was pleased and that she is in great shape but, that she was pregnant! She told the doctor there was no way, but he said that she most definitely was a month pregnant. Well, she stormed out of the office and went to the receptionist and took the phone and called the White House. When the operator answered she said that it was Hillary and that she wanted to talk to Bill right away. Well, they rang the Oval Office and Bill answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary said: "Do you know what you did you rotten bastard" You got me pregnant!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill remained quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Hillary screamed, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID, YOU ROTTEN BASTARD? YOU GOT ME PREGNANT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Bill answered, "Who is this???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1648567600255749664?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1648567600255749664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1648567600255749664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1648567600255749664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1648567600255749664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4625853583647279002</id><published>2009-03-18T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:16:37.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes to Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Three gay men died, and were going to be cremated. Their lovers happened to be at the funeral home at the same time, and were discussing what they planned to do with the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man said, "My Ryan loved to fly, so I'm going up in a plane and scatter his ashes in the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man said, "My Ross  was a good fisherman, so I'm going to scatter his ashes in our favorite lake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man said, "My Jack was such a good lover, I think I'm going to dump his ashes in a pot of chili, so he can tear my ass up just one more time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4625853583647279002?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4625853583647279002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4625853583647279002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4625853583647279002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4625853583647279002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashes-to-ashes.html' title='Ashes to Ashes'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1570524555996860680</id><published>2009-03-04T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:35:32.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comics Can Motivate You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="submitted"&gt;       Robert Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Sunday paper has one section that is really popular: the comics. When we are looking for a good laugh this is the place. Laughing is good for you. Comics are helpful in others ways as well. They can help us to get motivated when we are trying to run a business. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you are working in your office have you ever noticed that a lot of the coworkers have funnies on their walls? They can break the monotony of the work day. Yes, they make us laugh but they also encourage us when we read them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most comics have the theme of a small business or work room. Most all comics also have something of the office sort as well. They are some of the most famous comics as well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For example, the comic Dilbert, is in a professional office theme and he makes funny jokes about what the management is doing. When working for someone else and feeling frustrated these funnies help us to blow off the steam. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When we are working for ourselves these comic help us to communicate with our staff and to work effectively. This also helps us to remember why we made our policies and to remember to ensure they are followed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blondie is a comic were the people have their own businesses. The most popular person in the comic is Blondie. That's where the comic gets its name. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blondie used to be a house wife and now she has a catering business with a friend. They have many adventures and misadventures that give us encouragement to get our work done better than they did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This strip may help small business owners and aspiring entrepreneurs. They have open situations that most all working people can relate to. Blondie has a husband named Dagwood. He is in construction. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they talk about Dagwood and his boss, the experiences are really funny. They give us an idea of what we don't want to see in a workplace so we can prevent it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another strip is Hagar the Horrible and even this comic strip can provide some encouragement. Hagar the Horrible is about a Viking Warrior that is trying to invade England repeatedly. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He is so determined to invade them it is really funny seeing the things that he will do to get there. He also has a crew that puts more chaos to the strip and makes it even more hilarious when you are reading it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Placing the Comics where you can see them &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After you have found a comic that you enjoy and find motivational. Post them on your monitor or the wall in your office. When you feel like you need a laugh when things are getting rough or if you just need a little motivation, you will have it infront of you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you are posting the comics you can give some to the other members of the staff to make sure that they have a little encouragement as well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you are running your business it is vital to have a sense of humor. When we are stressing, the comics can help us to think of the funny side of things instead of being frustrated and worrying about everything. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They also help us to be motivated when we are not motivated. They serve as a quick mood change when we are not feeling up to anything or when we are stressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1570524555996860680?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1570524555996860680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1570524555996860680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1570524555996860680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1570524555996860680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/comics-can-motivate-you.html' title='Comics Can Motivate You'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2999629197063731091</id><published>2009-03-04T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:34:01.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful Wedding Toast Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="submitted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel Millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most people think that wedding speeches are the only important type of introduction or well-wishing available. Although wedding speeches are certainly a critical part of a wedding celebration, they are just one segment of the event. Wedding toasts complement speeches, and though they are commonly confused or thought to be the same as wedding speeches, they are actually quite unique.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wedding toasts are short statements that can either be planned or made spontaneously. Often, a guest will stand up unexpectedly and give a toast, and in other cases, they will be volunteered to make a toast. Some people put a lot of thought in to their toasts before making them, while others just wing it and try to make it sound as excellent as possible off the top of their heads. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The toast comprises of well wishes and, much of the time, humor. At the end of the toast, all the guests take a swig of their drinks as a gesture of support and agreement for what was said in the statements. On the contrary, wedding speeches are very formal, often more serious, and it is not required that you take a drink at the end of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are going to a wedding, it is best to prepare in advance to make a toast. Even if you do not personally plan on toasting, there is no way to predict whether or not someone will volunteer you to make a toast. Imagine how horrifying and scary it would be to go to a wedding with nothing in your mind, and then hear your name arbitrarily called out to make a toast. Nobody wants to have to deal with that kind of pressure, so it is best to relieve it early on by pre-forming a mini speech.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Preparing is not as difficult as it might sound. Odds are that if you are attending a couple's wedding, you know a fair deal about them. The best way to start off is simply wishing them well, and then using some of your personal knowledge to mention a few intimate compliments and jokes. There is no problem with asking some of your friends and relatives for ideas, and just talking to other people can spark your own creativity. Also, think back to famous movie toasts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do not replicate one exactly, but hearing them over again and adding your own twist will be seen as clever. In the case that all else fails, you can always turn to the Internet for a plethora of wedding toast ideas. In fact, it is best to go to the Internet even if you do have a quality idea, as you may find something you like better, or be inspired to create something of a higher degree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those who are truly intent on making a memorable and unforgettable toast, there is a way to almost completely assure that your wedding toast will be the talk of the event, besides the ceremony itself. Many people have made careers out of writing wedding toasts for others; all they need is some information about the bride and groom, and they can come up with the perfect toast that everybody will love. Personal toast consultations run from as low as twenty dollars into the hundreds, and the more you shop around, the better the deals you will find.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2999629197063731091?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2999629197063731091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2999629197063731091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2999629197063731091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2999629197063731091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/03/useful-wedding-toast-tips.html' title='Useful Wedding Toast Tips'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-197653481146634228</id><published>2009-02-24T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:58:08.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Single Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Dan was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the&lt;br /&gt;family business. When he found out he was going to inherit a fortune when&lt;br /&gt;his sickly father died, he decided he needed a wife with which to share his&lt;br /&gt;fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening at an investment meeting he spotted the most beautiful woman&lt;br /&gt;he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I may look like just an ordinary man,' he said to her, but in just a few&lt;br /&gt;years, my father will die, and I'll inherit $65 million.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed, the woman obtained his business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days later, she became his stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are so much better at financial planning than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-197653481146634228?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/197653481146634228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=197653481146634228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/197653481146634228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/197653481146634228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/single-guy.html' title='A Single Guy'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4556543237778829049</id><published>2009-02-24T01:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:54:08.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman Visits her Physician</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr class="main"&gt;   &lt;span class="bold green"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="lightgreyspan"&gt; &lt;pre&gt;A woman visits her physician. After waiting for a while it's finally her&lt;br /&gt;turn. She enters the doctors' office and sits down. The PhD asks her:&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what can I do for you madam?".&lt;br /&gt;The patient blushes and the PhD sees that apparently she is embarrassed so&lt;br /&gt;he says: "You can discuss any matter with me, everything is strictly&lt;br /&gt;confidential."&lt;br /&gt;So the patient says: "My husband complains that my pussy smells bad, is&lt;br /&gt;there a cure for this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure", the doctor says, "It can be a fungus, or a little infection,&lt;br /&gt;nothing unusual, please undress and lay down, so I can examine you and&lt;br /&gt;prescribe a treatment."&lt;br /&gt;The woman undresses, gets up the bed and with her legs spread waits until&lt;br /&gt;the doctor attends her. He comes in, walks towards here, starts gasping&lt;br /&gt;for air, covers his mouth and nose with a hand and runs out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;After a minute or so, he enters again, covering his mouth and nose with&lt;br /&gt;one hand an a 7 feet wooden stick with an iron hook on it in the other&lt;br /&gt;hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh, what will you do to me?" shouts the patient.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing", says the doctor, "I'm just going to open the roof window a&lt;br /&gt;little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4556543237778829049?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4556543237778829049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4556543237778829049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4556543237778829049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4556543237778829049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-visits-her-physician.html' title='A Woman Visits her Physician'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5786877829833228745</id><published>2009-02-24T01:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:50:24.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;This guy goes into a doctors and says "Doctor, doctor you've gotta help&lt;br /&gt;me. I just can't stop having sex!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well how often do you have it?" the doctor asks. "Well, twice a day I&lt;br /&gt;have sex with my wife, TWICE a day", he answers back.&lt;br /&gt;"That's not so much", says the doctor. "Yes, but thats not all. Twice a&lt;br /&gt;day I have sex with my secretary, TWICE a day," replies the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Well that is probably a bit excessive," says the doctor. "Yes, but&lt;br /&gt;thats not all. Twice a day I have sex with a prostitute, TWICE a day,"&lt;br /&gt;says the man. "Well, that's definitely to much", says the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;"You've got to learn to take yourself in hand." "I do", says the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Twice a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5786877829833228745?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5786877829833228745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5786877829833228745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5786877829833228745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5786877829833228745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/twice-day.html' title='Twice a Day'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-1307269596345499452</id><published>2009-02-24T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:48:44.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clear Moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;One day at the end of class little Billy's teacher has the class go home&lt;br /&gt;and think of a story and then conclude the moral of that story.&lt;br /&gt;The following day the teacher asks for the first volunteer&lt;br /&gt;to tell a story. Suzy said, "Sunday we load the chicken eggs on the&lt;br /&gt;truck and drive into town to sell them at the market. Well, one Sunday&lt;br /&gt;we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out of the basket and onto the&lt;br /&gt;road." The teacher asks for the moral of the story. Suzy replies,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't keep all your eggs in one basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is little Lucy. "Well, my dad owns a farm too and every weekend we&lt;br /&gt;take the chicken eggs and put them in the incubator. Last weekend only&lt;br /&gt;8 of the 12 eggs hatched." The teacher asks for the moral of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy replies "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last is little Billy. "My uncle Ted fought in the Vietnam war; his plane&lt;br /&gt;was shot down over enemy territory. He jumped out before it crashed with&lt;br /&gt;only a case of beer, a machine gun and a machete. On the way down he&lt;br /&gt;drank the case of beer. Unfortunately, he landed right in the middle of&lt;br /&gt;100 Vietnamese soldiers. He shot 70 with his machine gun but ran out of&lt;br /&gt;bullets, so he pulled out his machete and killed 20 more. The blade on&lt;br /&gt;his machete broke, so he killed the last ten with his bare hands".&lt;br /&gt;The teacher looks in shock at Billy and asks if there is possibly any&lt;br /&gt;moral to his story. Billy replies, "Don't fuck with uncle Ted when he's&lt;br /&gt;been drinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-1307269596345499452?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1307269596345499452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=1307269596345499452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1307269596345499452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/1307269596345499452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/clear-moral.html' title='A Clear Moral'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-4861617023301909929</id><published>2009-02-24T01:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:47:51.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;One day, a young cowboy and a cowgirl decided to get married.&lt;br /&gt;He was a man of the world and she was an innocent bride with&lt;br /&gt;no experience.&lt;br /&gt;On the first night of their honeymoon the couple washed up&lt;br /&gt;and started to get ready for bed. When they get into bed,&lt;br /&gt;they start exploring each other's bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Things are going fine until the bride discovers her&lt;br /&gt;husband's penis. "Oh my", she says, "What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, darlin", the cowboy says, "That's ma rope".&lt;br /&gt;\She slides her hands further down and gasps.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my goodness. What's them?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, them's my knots", he answers.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the couple begin to make love. After several minutes,&lt;br /&gt;the bride says, "Stop honey. Wait a minute".&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, panting a little, asks, "What's the matter honey?&lt;br /&gt;Am I hurting you?"&lt;br /&gt;"No", the bride replies. "Just undo them damn knots.&lt;br /&gt;I need more rope!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-4861617023301909929?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4861617023301909929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=4861617023301909929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4861617023301909929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/4861617023301909929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day.html' title='One Day ...'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5307827787972748357</id><published>2009-02-24T01:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:45:53.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;1 Bob Smith, my assistant programmer, can always be found&lt;br /&gt;2 hard at work in his cubicle.  Bob works independently, without&lt;br /&gt;3 wasting company time talking to colleagues.  Bob never&lt;br /&gt;4 thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always&lt;br /&gt;5 finishes given assignments on time.  Often he takes extended&lt;br /&gt;6 measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee&lt;br /&gt;7 breaks.  Bob is a dedicated individual who has absolutely no&lt;br /&gt;8 vanity in spite of his high accomplishments and profound&lt;br /&gt;9 knowledge in his field.  I firmly believe that Bob can be&lt;br /&gt;10 classed as a high-caliber employee, the type which cannot be&lt;br /&gt;11 dispensed with.  Consequently, I duly recommend that Bob be&lt;br /&gt;12 promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be&lt;br /&gt;13 executed as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That idiot was standing over my shoulder while I wrote the report&lt;br /&gt;sent to you earlier today.  Kindly re-read only the odd numbered&lt;br /&gt;lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5307827787972748357?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5307827787972748357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5307827787972748357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5307827787972748357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5307827787972748357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-worker.html' title='The Perfect Worker'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8591347404801332923</id><published>2009-02-24T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:44:36.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse TO smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Two teens had been lovers for a few weeks, but the boy was&lt;br /&gt;always after the girl to quit smoking. One afternoon, she lit up&lt;br /&gt;after some love making, and he said, "You really ought to quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, getting tired of his nagging, said, "I really enjoy a good&lt;br /&gt;cigarette after sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "But they stunt your growth." She asked if he ever&lt;br /&gt;smoked, and he replied that he had never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and lifting her gaze to his groin, she said, "So, what's&lt;br /&gt;your excuse then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8591347404801332923?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8591347404801332923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8591347404801332923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8591347404801332923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8591347404801332923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/excuse-to-smoke.html' title='Excuse TO smoke'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-181414236294865810</id><published>2009-02-24T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:43:30.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft and Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;A man is in a hotel lobby. He wants to ask the clerk a question.&lt;br /&gt;As he turns to go to the front desk, he accidentally bumps into a woman&lt;br /&gt;beside him and as he does, his elbow goes into her breast.  They&lt;br /&gt;are both quite startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man turns to her and says, "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as&lt;br /&gt;your breast, I know you'll forgive me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "If your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room 436."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-181414236294865810?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/181414236294865810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=181414236294865810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/181414236294865810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/181414236294865810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/02/soft-and-hard.html' title='Soft and Hard'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2066632664374084409</id><published>2009-01-08T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:11:39.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You know, medicine is not an exact science, but we are learning&lt;br /&gt;all the time. Why, just fifty years ago they thought a disease&lt;br /&gt;like your daughter's was caused by demonic possession or witchcraft.&lt;br /&gt;But nowadays, we know that Isabelle is suffereing from an imbalance&lt;br /&gt;of bodily humors, perhaps caused by a toad or a small dwarf living&lt;br /&gt;in her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Theodoric of York, Saturday Night Live &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2066632664374084409?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2066632664374084409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2066632664374084409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2066632664374084409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2066632664374084409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-3.html' title='Story 3'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5293820548370530640</id><published>2009-01-08T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:11:01.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One of the most effective ways of sharing the feeling of God's daily&lt;br /&gt;presence with the family is to have the children ask the blessing for&lt;br /&gt;the evening meal.  But, of course, many families don't have this custom,&lt;br /&gt;which accounts for the puzzlement of a little boy who went to dinner&lt;br /&gt;with his parents at the home of a very elderly gentleman.  After&lt;br /&gt;watching the old man bow his head and speak in hushed tones, the boy&lt;br /&gt;asked his mother, "What did Mr. Bryan say to his plate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from "Faith, Hope and Hilarity:  The Child's Eye View&lt;br /&gt;of Religion" by Dick Van Dyke&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5293820548370530640?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5293820548370530640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5293820548370530640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5293820548370530640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5293820548370530640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-2.html' title='Story 2'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8215397007566144403</id><published>2009-01-08T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:10:29.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One Sunday in a Midwest city, a young child was "acting up" during&lt;br /&gt;the   morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain&lt;br /&gt;some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally the&lt;br /&gt;father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle&lt;br /&gt;on his way out. Just before reaching the safety of the foyer, the&lt;br /&gt;little one called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for&lt;br /&gt;me!"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8215397007566144403?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8215397007566144403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8215397007566144403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8215397007566144403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8215397007566144403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-1.html' title='Story 1'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5007572425981952105</id><published>2009-01-07T23:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:58:53.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If, My Dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you and I were motorcars,&lt;br /&gt;  Out going on a ride,&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no need for iron bars&lt;br /&gt;  To keep you at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd ride around with nameless thugs&lt;br /&gt;  Who swear and cheat at pool;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to give you drugs&lt;br /&gt;  To keep you calm and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you and I were sparkling snow&lt;br /&gt;  At rest upon a fir,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to beat you so&lt;br /&gt;  To make you call me sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my dear, if we were snow,&lt;br /&gt;  With snowflakes built like lace,&lt;br /&gt;In public places you could go&lt;br /&gt;  With no bag on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were bullets in a gun&lt;br /&gt;  That shot at helpless geese,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't always have to run&lt;br /&gt;  With you from police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If bullets we went sailing through&lt;br /&gt;  The heads of evil slime,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have to hold you&lt;br /&gt;  Underwater all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, my dear, as you well know,&lt;br /&gt;  I'm none of these nor you.&lt;br /&gt;Someday perhaps I'll let you go,&lt;br /&gt;  And you'll be happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5007572425981952105?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5007572425981952105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5007572425981952105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5007572425981952105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5007572425981952105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-my-dear.html' title='If, My Dear'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-3103918201763255331</id><published>2009-01-07T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:57:52.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy and Dating</title><content type='html'>A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what to talk about.  He asks his father for advice.  The father replies: ``My son, there are three subjects that always work.  These are food, family, and philosophy.''  &lt;p&gt; The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain.  Ice cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long time, as the boy's nervousness builds.  He remembers his father's advice, and chooses the first topic.  He asks the girl:  ``Do you like potato pancakes?''  She says ``No,'' and the silence returns.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list.  He asks, ``Do you have a brother?''  Again, the girl says ``No'' and there is silence once again.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The boy then plays his last card.  He thinks of his father's advice and asks the girl the following question: ``If you had a brother, would he like potato pancakes?'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-3103918201763255331?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/3103918201763255331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=3103918201763255331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3103918201763255331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/3103918201763255331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/01/philosophy-and-dating.html' title='Philosophy and Dating'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6244719543082985812</id><published>2009-01-07T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:52:03.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a blind man here to see you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A nun in the convent walked into the bathroom where mother superior was taking a shower. "There is a blind man to see you," she says. "Well, if he is a blind man, than it does not matter if I'm in the shower. Send him in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man walks into the bathroom, and mother superior starts to tell him how much she appreciates him working at the convent for them. She goes on and on and 10 minutes later the man interrupts: "That's nice and all, ma'am, but you can put your clothes on now. Where do you want me to put these blinds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6244719543082985812?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6244719543082985812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6244719543082985812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6244719543082985812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6244719543082985812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-blind-man-here-to-see-you.html' title='There is a blind man here to see you'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-6217383594731435896</id><published>2008-12-06T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:46:06.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/STtU-EP8EKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nkPmu9UUWms/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/STtU-EP8EKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nkPmu9UUWms/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276904813663883426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Every takeoff is optional. Every landing is mandatory.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you push the stick forward, the houses get bigger. If you pull the stick back, they get smaller. That is, unless you keep pulling the stick all the way back, then they get bigger again.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Flying isn't dangerous. Crashing is what's dangerous.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The ONLY time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The propeller is just a big fan in front of the plane used to keep the pilot cool. When it stops, you can actually watch the pilot start sweating.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No one has ever collided with the sky.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A 'good' landing is one from which you can walk away. A 'great' landing is one after which they can use the plane again.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make all of them yourself.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You know you've landed with the wheels up if it takes full power to taxi to the ramp.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival. Large angle of arrival, small probability of survival and vice versa.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Never let an aircraft take you somewhere your brain didn't get to five minutes earlier.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Stay out of clouds. The silver lining everyone keeps talking about might be another airplane going in the opposite direction. Reliable sources also report that mountains have been known to hide out in clouds.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Always try to keep the number of landings you make equal to the number of take offs you've made.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. Unfortunately no one knows what they are.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Helicopters can't fly; they're just so ugly the earth repels them.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If all you can see out of the window is ground that's going round and round and all you can hear is commotion coming from the passenger compartment, things are not at all as they should be.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; In the ongoing battle between objects made of aluminum going hundreds of miles per hour and the ground going zero miles per hour, the ground has yet to lose.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Good judgment comes from experience. Unfortunately, the experience usually comes from bad judgment.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's always a good idea to keep the pointy end going forward as much as possible.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Keep looking around. There's always something you've missed.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Remember, gravity is not just a good idea. It's the law. And it's not subject to repeal.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The three most useless things to a pilot are the altitude above you, runway behind you, and a tenth of a second ago. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-6217383594731435896?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6217383594731435896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=6217383594731435896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6217383594731435896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/6217383594731435896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2008/12/rules-of-air.html' title='Rules of the Air'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/STtU-EP8EKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nkPmu9UUWms/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7015213036871682739</id><published>2008-12-06T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:41:31.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/STtT4h3WmLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hzpsWQ0I9FY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/STtT4h3WmLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hzpsWQ0I9FY/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276903619022985394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. ANY BODY SUSPENDED IN SPACE WILL REMAIN SUSPENDED IN SPACE UNTIL  MADE AWARE OF ITS SITUATION.&lt;br /&gt; Daffy Duck steps off a cliff, expecting further pastureland.  He  loiters flippantly until he chances to look down.  At this point the  familiar principle of 32 feet per second takes precedence.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. ANY BODY IN MOTION WILL TEND TO REMAIN IN MOTION UNTIL SOLID  MATTER INTERVENES SUDDENLY.&lt;br /&gt; Whether shot from a cannon or in hot pursuit on foot, cartoon  characters are so absolute in their momentum that only a telephone  pole or an outsize boulder retards their forward motion absolutely.  Sir Isaac Newton called this sudden termination the stooge's surcease.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. ANY BODY PASSING THROUGH SOLID MATTER WILL LEAVE A PERFORATION  CONFORMING TO ITS PERIMETER.&lt;br /&gt; Also called the silhouette of passage, this phenomenon is the  specialty of victims of direct pressure explosions and reckless  cowards who are so eager to escape that they exit directly through  the wall of a house.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. THE TIME REQUIRED FOR AN OBJECT TO FALL 20 STORIES IS GREATER THAN  OR EQUAL TO THE TIME IT TAKES FOR WHOEVER KNOCKED IT OFF THE LEDGE TO  SPIRAL DOWN 20 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS TO ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE IT UNBROKEN.&lt;br /&gt; Such an object is inevitably priceless; the attempt to catch it,  inevitably unsuccessful.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. ALL PRINCIPLES OF GRAVITY ARE NEGATED BY FEAR.&lt;br /&gt; Psychic forces are sufficient in most bodies for a shock to propel  them away from the surface.  A spooky noise or an adversary's  signature sound will induce motion upward, usually to the cradle of a  chandelier, a treetop or the crest of a flagpole.  The feet of a  running character or the wheels of a speeding auto need never touch  the ground, ergo fleeing turns to flight.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. AS SPEED INCREASES OBJECTS CAN BE SEEN IN SEVERAL DIFFERENT PLACES AT ONCE.&lt;br /&gt; This is particularly true in tooth-and-claw fights, in which a  character's head may be seen emerging from a cloud of altercation at  several places simultaneously.  This effect is common as well among  bodies that are spinning or being throttled, and simulates our own  vision's trailing retention of images.  A "wacky" character has the  option of self-replication only at maniac-high speeds and may  ricochet off the walls to achieve the velocity required for  self-mass-liberation.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. CERTAIN BODIES CAN PASS THROUGH A SOLID WALL PAINTED TO RESEMBLE A  TUNNEL ENTRANCE, OTHERS CANNOT.&lt;br /&gt; This tompe l'oeil inconsistency has baffled generations, but at  least it is known that whoever paints an entrance on a wall's surface  to trick an opponent will be unable to pursue him into this  theoretical space.  The painter is flattened against the wall when he  attempts to pursue into the painting.  This is ultimately a problem  of art, not science.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. NECESSITY PLUS WILL PROVOKES SPONTANEOUS GENERATION.&lt;br /&gt; Dangerously palpable objects - such as mallets, dynamite, pies and  alluring female attire - can be manifested from what might previously  have been considered "thin" air, but only when the friction of  immediate jeopardy makes the object's appearance imperative.  The  controversial "pocket" theory suggests these objects are drawn from  unseen recesses of a character's costume, or from a storehouse  immediately off-screen, but this merely defers the question of how  any absolutely apt object is instantaneously available.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. ANY VIOLENT REARRANGEMENT OF FELINE MATTER IS IMPERMANENT.&lt;br /&gt; Cartoon cats possess more deaths than even the traditional nine  lives afford.  They can be sliced, splayed, accordion-pleated or  disassembled, but they cannot be destroyed.  After a few moments of  blinking self-pity, they re-inflate, elongate, snap back or solidify.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. FOR EVERY VENGEANCE, THERE IS AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE REVENGEANCE.&lt;br /&gt; This is one law of animated cartoon motion that also applies to  the physical world at large.  For that reason, we need the relief of  watching it happen to a duck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7015213036871682739?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7015213036871682739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7015213036871682739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7015213036871682739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7015213036871682739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-pilot.html' title='The Lost Pilot'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/STtT4h3WmLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hzpsWQ0I9FY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-5863968756744576738</id><published>2008-12-06T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:38:26.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Delays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;During the final days at Denver's old Stapleton airport, a crowded United flight was canceled.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A single agent was rebooking a long line of inconvenienced travelers.  Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, "I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST CLASS."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The agent replied, "I'm sorry sir.  I'll be happy to try to help you, but I've got to help these folks first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The passenger was unimpressed.  He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, "Do you have any idea who I am?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without hesitating, the gate agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone.  "May I have your attention please?" she began,  her voice bellowing throughout the terminal.  "We have a passenger  here at the gate WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS.  If anyone can help  him find his identity, please come to the gate."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the United agent, gritted his teeth and swore "(Expletive) you."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without flinching, she smiled and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to stand in line for that, too."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man retreated as the people in the terminal applauded loudly. Although the flight was canceled and people were late, they were no longer angry at United.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-5863968756744576738?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5863968756744576738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=5863968756744576738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5863968756744576738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/5863968756744576738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2008/12/airport-delays.html' title='Airport Delays'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-2345464402858942022</id><published>2008-12-06T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:57:07.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;One of my friends works in the customer service call center of a national pager company. He deals with the usual complaints regarding poor pager operation, as well as the occasional crank caller demanding to be paged less often, more often, or by more interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best call came from a man who repeatedly complained that he keeps being paged by "Lucille." He was instructed that he would have to call her and tell her to stop paging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She don't never leave no number, so I can't call her back," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three such calls, someone thought to ask how he knew it was Lucille if she didn't leave a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She leaves her name," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After establishing that the customer had a numericonly pager, the light bulb came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does she spell her name?" the service rep asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L-O-W C-E-L-L"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem solved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-2345464402858942022?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2345464402858942022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=2345464402858942022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2345464402858942022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/2345464402858942022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2008/12/technology-problems.html' title='Technology problems'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-8365187749498067127</id><published>2008-12-06T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:56:07.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is intelligence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Two men were digging a ditch on a very hot day. One said to the other, "Why are we down in this hole digging a ditch when our boss is standing up there in the shade of a tree?" "I don't know," responded the other. "I'll ask him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he climbed out of the hole and went to his boss. "Why are we digging in the hot sun and you're standing in the shade?" "Intelligence," the boss said. "What do you mean, ‘intelligence'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss said, "Well, I'll show you. I'll put my hand on this tree and I want you to hit it with your fist as hard as you can." The ditch digger took a mighty swing and tried to hit the boss' hand. The boss removed his hand and the ditch digger hit the tree. The boss said, "That's intelligence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ditch digger went back to his hole. His friend asked, "What did he say?" "He said we are down here because of intelligence." "What's intelligence?" said the friend. The ditch digger put his hand on his face and said, "Take your shovel and hit my hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-8365187749498067127?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8365187749498067127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=8365187749498067127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8365187749498067127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/8365187749498067127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-intelligence.html' title='What is intelligence?'/><author><name>Drs. Chilmiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186060517685833308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VcS4TwMzCgY/SjEG9Bh7GeI/AAAAAAAAATI/f1vAtuMtg0s/S220/ship.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7271339715085528753.post-7603456764260209189</id><published>2008-12-06T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:54:53.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;IDIOTS &amp;amp; RETAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was signing the receipt for my credit card purchase when the clerk noticed that I had never signed my name on the back of the credit card. She informed me that she could not complete the transaction unless the card was signed. When I asked why, she explained that it was necessary to compare the signature on the credit card with the signature I just signed on the receipt. So I signed the credit card in front of her. She carefully compared that signature to the one I signed on the receipt. As luck would have it, they matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS &amp;amp; GEOGRAPHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After interviewing a particularly short-spoken job candidate, I described the person to my boss as rather monosyllabic. My boss said, "Really? Where is Monosyllabia?". Thinking that he was just kidding, I played along and said that it was just south of Elbonia. He replied, "Oh, you mean over by Croatia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVICE FOR IDIOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actual tip from page 16 of the Hewlett Packard Environmental, Health &amp;amp; Safety Handbook for Employees: "Blink your eyelids periodically to lubricate your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a semi-rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the Deer Crossing sign on our road. The reason: Many deer were being hit by cars and he no longer wanted them to cross there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS &amp;amp; COMPUTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor works in the operations department in the central office of a large bank. Employees in the field call him when they have problems with their computers. One night he got a call from a woman in one of the branch banks who had this question: "I've got smoke coming from the back of my terminal. Do you guys have a fire downtown?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS ARE EASY TO PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in my science class, when the teacher commented that the next day would be the shortest day of the year. My lab partner became visibly excited, cheering and clapping. I explained to her that the amount of daylight changes, not the actual amount of time. Needless to say, she was very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS IN FOOD SERVICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the individual behind the counter for "minimal lettuce." He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN IDIOT'S IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police in Radnor, Pennsylvania, interrogated a suspect by placing a metal colander on his head and connecting it with wires to a photocopy machine. The message "He's lying" was placed in the copier, and police pressed the copy button each time they thought the suspect wasn't telling the truth. Believing the "lie detector" was working, the suspect confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7271339715085528753-7603456764260209189?l=humorrandom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7603456764260209189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7271339715085528753&amp;postID=7603456764260209189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7603456764260209189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7271339715085528753/posts/default/7603456764260209189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humorrandom.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-people-stories.html' title='Stupid people stories'/><author><name>Drs. 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