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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6073811767873870295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6073811767873870295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatal-woman_24.html' title='The Fatal Woman'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-8737503027897913890</id><published>2009-09-23T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:50:21.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGE JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hotadultsearch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hotadultsearch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://boongle.blogspot.com"&gt;http://boongle.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lessecretsdelamour.blogspot.com"&gt;http://lessecretsdelamour.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------- Forwarded message ----------&lt;br&gt;From: bangambiki &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:cmukayoboka@yahoo.com"&gt;cmukayoboka@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 05:43:05 -0700 (PDT)&lt;br&gt;Subject: [The Laughington Post] MARRIAGES JOKES&lt;br&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:bangambiki@igituba.org"&gt;bangambiki@igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;MARRIAGES JOKES&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marines Marriage Math&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his&lt;br&gt;breath and lipstick on his cheek. &amp;quot;I assume,&amp;quot; she snarled, &amp;quot;that there&lt;br&gt;is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o&amp;#39;clock in the&lt;br&gt;morning?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There is.&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;Breakfast.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man had his credit card stolen. He however decided not to report it&lt;br&gt;because the thief was spending less than his wife did.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he&lt;br&gt;had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically alter&lt;br&gt;their life-style.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the&lt;br&gt;gardener.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just&lt;br&gt;won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the&lt;br&gt;mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classifieds &amp;quot;Wife Wanted&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The next day, he received hundreds of replies, all reading the same&lt;br&gt;thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy,&amp;quot; a little boy asked his father. &amp;quot;How much does it cost to get&lt;br&gt;married?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know, son. I&amp;#39;m still paying for it.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &amp;quot;aren&amp;#39;t you wearing&lt;br&gt;your wedding ring on the wrong finger?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The other replied, &amp;quot;Yes I am, I married the wrong man.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How can you tell if your husband is dead?&lt;p&gt;The sex is the same but you get to use the remote.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your&lt;br&gt;house and car with them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;br&gt;Posted By bangambiki to The Laughington Post at 9/21/2009 05:43:00 AM&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-8737503027897913890?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/8737503027897913890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=8737503027897913890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/8737503027897913890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/8737503027897913890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriage-jokes.html' title='MARRIAGE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-1981137053510500295</id><published>2009-09-22T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:24:12.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Blog Search Engines</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 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HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMd8GQMUTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N_2L6YzSFak/s400/silvina-luna2.jpg" border="0"&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081265022244114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMdiUAdFRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yIKAze3_jIw/s400/silvina-luna1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261077812898626434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMaZX2C-4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kT-zIaD95C4/s400/silvina-luna.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;br&gt;Country : Argentina&lt;br&gt;Height : 160 cm&lt;br&gt;Measurements : 87-61-91&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Silvina Noelia Luna (born June 21, 1980) is an Argentine supermodel and actress born in Rosario, Santa Fe, Argentina.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Born in the city of Rosario, Silvina Luna wanted to study drama and get a job to help her family. After finishing school at the age of 17, she moved to Buenos Aires and worked as secretary and a model. She lived in Miami for a year with a friend. Back in Argentina she entered Big Brother 2 where she became famous as one of the participants.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Now she is in the model agency of Ricardo Piñeiro and has achieved lots of her dreams. 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He however decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classifieds &amp;quot;Wife Wanted&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, he received hundreds of replies, all reading the same thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Compliment her, cuddle her, kiss her, carees her, love her, stroke her, comfort her, protect her, hug her, wine and dine her, buy gifts for her, listen to her, respect her, stand by her, support her, go to the ends of the earth for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Arrive naked ... with beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A young man with a wild and multi-coloured hairstyle sits next to an old man on a park bench. The old man stares at the young man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the matter, old man?&amp;quot; says the young man. &amp;quot;Never done anything crazy in your life?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The old man replies: &amp;quot;Yeah. When I was in the Navy, I got really drunk one night and had sex with a parrot. I thought you might be my son.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &amp;quot;aren&amp;#39;t you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other replied, &amp;quot;Yes I am, I married the wrong man.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What does a man consider a seven course meal?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A hot dog and a six pack of beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was walking along the beach when she stumbled upon a Genie&amp;#39;s lamp. She picked it up and rubbed it, and lo-and-behold a Genie appeared. The amazed woman asked if she was going to receive the usual three wishes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Genie said, &amp;quot;Nope ... due to inflation, constant downsizing, low wages in third-world countries, and fierce global competition, I can only grant you one wish. So ... what&amp;#39;ll it be?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The woman didn&amp;#39;t hesitate. She said, &amp;quot;I want peace in the Middle East. See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, &amp;quot;Gadzooks, lady! These countries have been at war for thousands of years. I&amp;#39;m good, but not THAT good! I don&amp;#39;t think it can be done. Make another wish.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The woman thought for a minute and said, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;ve never been able to find the right man. You know, one that&amp;#39;s considerate and fun, likes to cook and helps with the housecleaning, is good in bed and gets along with my family, doesn&amp;#39;t watch sports all the time, and is faithful. That&amp;#39;s what I wish for ... a good mate.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Genie let out a long sigh and said, &amp;quot;Let me see that fucking map!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl. The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me $1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs. Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats. Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilise one egg?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They won&amp;#39;t stop to ask directions. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;10% of the women had sex within the first hour of their first date.&lt;br&gt;20% of the men had sex in a non-traditional place.&lt;br&gt;36% of the women favour nudity.&lt;br&gt; 45% of the women prefer dark men with blue eyes.&lt;br&gt;46% of the women experienced anal sex.&lt;br&gt;70% of the women prefer sex in the morning.&lt;br&gt;80% of the men have never experienced homosexual relations.&lt;br&gt;90% of the women would like to have sex in the forest.&lt;br&gt; 99% of the women have never experienced sex in the office.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Statistically speaking, you have a better chance of having anal sex in the morning with a strange woman in the forest than to have sex in the office at the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moral:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do not stay late in the office. Nothing good will ever come of it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Visiting Afghanistan for a second time, a war correspondent noted that since the fall of the Taliban, wives who used to walk ten paces behind their husbands were now walking ten paces in front. The journalist asked one of the men if this was a sign of growing equality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot;, the man replied. &amp;quot;Land-mines.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two guys and a girl were sitting at a bar talking about their lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first guy said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a YUPPIE. You know, Young Urban Professional.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The second guy responded, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a DINK. You know, Double Income No Kids.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They then asked the woman, &amp;quot;What are you?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She replied: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a WIFE. You know, Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etc.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-9135623838407262683?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/pXj4F0e8nnE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="2" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/2f0_jK2QdCY/love-jokes.html"&gt;LOVE JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 21 Sep 2009 05:52 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymarriagetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailymarriagetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically alter their life-style.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, &amp;quot;It is time for you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you to kiss her.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Adam answered, &amp;quot;Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?&amp;quot; So the Lord gave a brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, &amp;quot;Thank you Lord, that Was enjoyable.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the Lord replied, &amp;quot;Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and now I&amp;#39;d like you to caress Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam said, &amp;quot;What is a caress&amp;#39;? So the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the bush with Eve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, &amp;quot;Lord, that was even better than the kiss.&amp;quot; And the Lord said, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve done well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam asked, &amp;quot;What is &amp;#39;make love&amp;#39; Lord?&amp;quot;&amp;#39; So the Lord again gave Adam directions and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he reappeared in two seconds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Adam said, &amp;quot;Lord, what is a headache?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind. After a relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to bed. So, both go to their separate beds, however the man was not yet ready to slumber. The man called over to his wife, &amp;quot;My little boopey-boo, I&amp;#39;m lonely.&amp;quot; So the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband. On the way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The husband with a concerned look on his face says, &amp;quot;Oh, did my little honey-woney fall on her little nosey-wosey?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man&amp;#39;s bed. The two make passionate love and afterwards the women rolls out. As she is returning to her bed, she once again catches her foot on the carpet and falls flat on her face. The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the floor and says, &amp;quot;Clumsy idiot.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-6053620708645815041?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/2f0_jK2QdCY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="3" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/m4kG1XuxvIQ/marriages-jokes.html"&gt;MARRIAGES JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 21 Sep 2009 05:43 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;MARRIAGES JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marines Marriage Math &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek. &amp;quot;I assume,&amp;quot; she snarled, &amp;quot;that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o&amp;#39;clock in the morning?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There is.&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;Breakfast.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man had his credit card stolen. He however decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically alter their life-style.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classifieds &amp;quot;Wife Wanted&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, he received hundreds of replies, all reading the same thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy,&amp;quot; a little boy asked his father. &amp;quot;How much does it cost to get married?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know, son. I&amp;#39;m still paying for it.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &amp;quot;aren&amp;#39;t you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other replied, &amp;quot;Yes I am, I married the wrong man.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How can you tell if your husband is dead?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sex is the same but you get to use the remote. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your house and car with them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-8445646431918281718?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/m4kG1XuxvIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="4" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/alQfR5hqGIw/microsoft-jokes.html"&gt;MICROSOFT JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 21 Sep 2009 05:23 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Do you have any windows open right now?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Are you crazy woman, it&amp;#39;s twenty below outside ...&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will install Windows. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;No, Windows is not a virus. Here&amp;#39;s what viruses do:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. They replicate quickly. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system as they do so. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk. ... Okay, Windows does that too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Viruses are usually carried, unknown to the user, along with valuable programs and systems. ... Sigh.. Windows does that, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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;/p&gt; &lt;p&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;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So Windows is not a virus. ... It&amp;#39;s a bug. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;How much do Windows cost?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Windows costs about $100.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s kind of expensive. Can I buy just one window?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In response to Bill&amp;#39;s comments, General Motors issued a press release stating (by Mr. Welch himself):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) For no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br&gt;2) Every time they painted new lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br&gt;3) Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.&lt;br&gt; 4) Occasionally, executing a manoeuvre such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br&gt;5) Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought &amp;quot;Car95&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;CarNT&amp;quot;. But then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br&gt; 6) Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable, five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.&lt;br&gt;7) The oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single &amp;quot;general car default&amp;quot; warning light.&lt;br&gt; 8) New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br&gt;9) The airbag system would say &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot; before going off.&lt;br&gt;10) Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key, and grab hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br&gt; 11) GM would also require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option would immediately cause the car&amp;#39;s performance to diminish by 50% or more. Moreover, GM would become a target for investigation by the Justice Department.&lt;br&gt; 12) Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br&gt;13) You&amp;#39;d press the &amp;quot;start&amp;quot; button to shut off the engine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;This is Linux land. In silent nights you can hear the Windows machines rebooting. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;If Windows is the solution, can we please have the problem back? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Computers are like air conditioners, they stop working properly if you open Windows. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt; DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If Windows is the solution, can we please have the problem back? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When asked to define &amp;quot;great&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;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!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will install Windows. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In Computer Heaven:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The management is from Intel,&lt;br&gt;The design and construction is done by Apple,&lt;br&gt;The marketing is done by Microsoft,&lt;br&gt;IBM provides the support,&lt;br&gt;Gateway determines the pricing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Computer Hell:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The management is from Apple,&lt;br&gt;Microsoft does design and construction,&lt;br&gt;IBM handles the marketing,&lt;br&gt;The support is from Gateway,&lt;br&gt;Intel sets the price. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A pilot is flying a small, single-engine, charter plane with a couple of really important executives on board into Seattle airport. There is fog so thick that visibility is 40 feet, and his instruments are out. He circles looking for a landmark and after an hour, he is low on fuel and his passengers are very nervous. At last, through a small opening in the fog he sees a tall building with one guy working alone on the fifth floor. Circling, the pilot banks and shouts through his open window: &amp;quot;Hey, where am I?&amp;quot;. The solitary office worker replies: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re in an airplane.&amp;quot;. The pilot immediately executes a swift 275 degree turn and executes a perfect blind landing on the airport&amp;#39;s runway five miles away. Just as the plane stops, the engines cough and die from lack of fuel. The stunned passengers ask the pilot how he did it. &amp;quot;Elementary,&amp;quot; replies the pilot, &amp;quot;I asked the guy in that building a simple question. The answer he gave me was 100% correct but absolutely useless; therefore, I knew that must be Microsoft&amp;#39;s support office and from there the airport is three minutes away on a course of 87 degrees.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The day Microsoft makes something that doesn&amp;#39;t suck is probably the day they start making vacuum cleaners. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In response to Bill&amp;#39;s comments, General Motors issued a press release stating (by Mr. Welch himself):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) For no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br&gt;2) Every time they painted new lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br&gt;3) Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.&lt;br&gt; 4) Occasionally, executing a manoeuvre such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br&gt;5) Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought &amp;quot;Car95&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;CarNT&amp;quot;. But then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br&gt; 6) Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable, five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.&lt;br&gt;7) The oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single &amp;quot;general car default&amp;quot; warning light.&lt;br&gt; 8) New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br&gt;9) The airbag system would say &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot; before going off.&lt;br&gt;10) Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key, and grab hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br&gt; 11) GM would also require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option would immediately cause the car&amp;#39;s performance to diminish by 50% or more. Moreover, GM would become a target for investigation by the Justice Department.&lt;br&gt; 12) Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br&gt;13) You&amp;#39;d press the &amp;quot;start&amp;quot; button to shut off the engine. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-5577856369547824622?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/alQfR5hqGIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="5" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/pYIHyFBcmjY/military-jokes.html"&gt;MILITARY JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 21 Sep 2009 05:19 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;MILITARY JOKES &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;On some air bases the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, &amp;quot;What time is it?&amp;quot; The tower responded, &amp;quot;Who is calling?&amp;quot; The aircraft replied, &amp;quot;What difference does it make?&amp;quot; The tower replied &amp;quot;It makes a lot of difference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1) If it is an American Airlines flight, it is 3 o&amp;#39;clock.&lt;br&gt;2) If it is an Air Force plane, it is 1500 hours.&lt;br&gt;3) If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells.&lt;br&gt;4) If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3.&lt;br&gt; 5) If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it&amp;#39;s Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to &amp;quot;Happy Hour.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door. Conscious of his new position, the colonel quickly picked up the phone, told the airman to enter, then said into the phone,&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Yes, General, I&amp;#39;ll be seeing him this afternoon and I&amp;#39;ll pass along your message. In the meantime, thank you for your good wishes, sir.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feeling as though he had sufficiently impressed the young enlisted man, he asked, &amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing important, sir,&amp;quot; the airman replied, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m just here to hook up your telephone.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Number of US Guns&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How many guns do the US need to combat an enemy?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two: one to shoot and one to sell him to shoot back. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Flat Major&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you get when you drop a piano on an army base?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A flat major. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-3021077523894280784?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/pYIHyFBcmjY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="6" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/z2xJwkgONJs/fatal-woman.html"&gt;The Fatal Woman&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 07:08 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;                          h1 a:hover {background-color:#888;color:#fff ! important;}                          div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div ul {                                         list-style-type:square;                                         padding-left:1em;                         }                                  div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div blockquote {                                 padding-left:6px; 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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com/"&gt;http://www.althotgirls.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girls24.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girls24.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://hotgirlsfire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsfire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://althotmodels.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://althotmodels.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man had his credit card stolen. He however decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classifieds &amp;quot;Wife Wanted&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, he received hundreds of replies, all reading the same thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Compliment her, cuddle her, kiss her, carees her, love her, stroke her, comfort her, protect her, hug her, wine and dine her, buy gifts for her, listen to her, respect her, stand by her, support her, go to the ends of the earth for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Arrive naked ... with beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A young man with a wild and multi-coloured hairstyle sits next to an old man on a park bench. The old man stares at the young man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the matter, old man?&amp;quot; says the young man. &amp;quot;Never done anything crazy in your life?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The old man replies: &amp;quot;Yeah. When I was in the Navy, I got really drunk one night and had sex with a parrot. I thought you might be my son.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &amp;quot;aren&amp;#39;t you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other replied, &amp;quot;Yes I am, I married the wrong man.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What does a man consider a seven course meal?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A hot dog and a six pack of beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was walking along the beach when she stumbled upon a Genie&amp;#39;s lamp. She picked it up and rubbed it, and lo-and-behold a Genie appeared. The amazed woman asked if she was going to receive the usual three wishes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Genie said, &amp;quot;Nope ... due to inflation, constant downsizing, low wages in third-world countries, and fierce global competition, I can only grant you one wish. So ... what&amp;#39;ll it be?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The woman didn&amp;#39;t hesitate. She said, &amp;quot;I want peace in the Middle East. See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, &amp;quot;Gadzooks, lady! These countries have been at war for thousands of years. I&amp;#39;m good, but not THAT good! I don&amp;#39;t think it can be done. Make another wish.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The woman thought for a minute and said, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;ve never been able to find the right man. You know, one that&amp;#39;s considerate and fun, likes to cook and helps with the housecleaning, is good in bed and gets along with my family, doesn&amp;#39;t watch sports all the time, and is faithful. That&amp;#39;s what I wish for ... a good mate.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Genie let out a long sigh and said, &amp;quot;Let me see that fucking map!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl. The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me $1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs. Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats. Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilise one egg?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They won&amp;#39;t stop to ask directions. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;10% of the women had sex within the first hour of their first date.&lt;br&gt;20% of the men had sex in a non-traditional place.&lt;br&gt;36% of the women favour nudity.&lt;br&gt; 45% of the women prefer dark men with blue eyes.&lt;br&gt;46% of the women experienced anal sex.&lt;br&gt;70% of the women prefer sex in the morning.&lt;br&gt;80% of the men have never experienced homosexual relations.&lt;br&gt;90% of the women would like to have sex in the forest.&lt;br&gt; 99% of the women have never experienced sex in the office.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Statistically speaking, you have a better chance of having anal sex in the morning with a strange woman in the forest than to have sex in the office at the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moral:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do not stay late in the office. Nothing good will ever come of it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Visiting Afghanistan for a second time, a war correspondent noted that since the fall of the Taliban, wives who used to walk ten paces behind their husbands were now walking ten paces in front. The journalist asked one of the men if this was a sign of growing equality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot;, the man replied. &amp;quot;Land-mines.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two guys and a girl were sitting at a bar talking about their lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first guy said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a YUPPIE. You know, Young Urban Professional.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The second guy responded, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a DINK. You know, Double Income No Kids.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They then asked the woman, &amp;quot;What are you?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She replied: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a WIFE. You know, Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etc.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-9135623838407262683?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/9135623838407262683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=9135623838407262683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/9135623838407262683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/9135623838407262683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-mens-jokes.html' title='HOT MENS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-6053620708645815041</id><published>2009-09-21T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:47:09.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LOVE JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymarriagetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailymarriagetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically alter their life-style.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, &amp;quot;It is time for you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you to kiss her.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Adam answered, &amp;quot;Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?&amp;quot; So the Lord gave a brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, &amp;quot;Thank you Lord, that Was enjoyable.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the Lord replied, &amp;quot;Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and now I&amp;#39;d like you to caress Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam said, &amp;quot;What is a caress&amp;#39;? So the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the bush with Eve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, &amp;quot;Lord, that was even better than the kiss.&amp;quot; And the Lord said, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve done well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam asked, &amp;quot;What is &amp;#39;make love&amp;#39; Lord?&amp;quot;&amp;#39; So the Lord again gave Adam directions and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he reappeared in two seconds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Adam said, &amp;quot;Lord, what is a headache?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind. After a relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to bed. So, both go to their separate beds, however the man was not yet ready to slumber. The man called over to his wife, &amp;quot;My little boopey-boo, I&amp;#39;m lonely.&amp;quot; So the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband. On the way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The husband with a concerned look on his face says, &amp;quot;Oh, did my little honey-woney fall on her little nosey-wosey?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man&amp;#39;s bed. The two make passionate love and afterwards the women rolls out. As she is returning to her bed, she once again catches her foot on the carpet and falls flat on her face. The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the floor and says, &amp;quot;Clumsy idiot.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-6053620708645815041?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/6053620708645815041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=6053620708645815041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6053620708645815041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6053620708645815041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-jokes.html' title='LOVE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-8445646431918281718</id><published>2009-09-21T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:43:03.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGES JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MARRIAGES JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marines Marriage Math &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek. &amp;quot;I assume,&amp;quot; she snarled, &amp;quot;that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o&amp;#39;clock in the morning?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There is.&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;Breakfast.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man had his credit card stolen. He however decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically alter their life-style.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classifieds &amp;quot;Wife Wanted&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, he received hundreds of replies, all reading the same thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy,&amp;quot; a little boy asked his father. &amp;quot;How much does it cost to get married?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know, son. I&amp;#39;m still paying for it.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &amp;quot;aren&amp;#39;t you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other replied, &amp;quot;Yes I am, I married the wrong man.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How can you tell if your husband is dead?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sex is the same but you get to use the remote. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your house and car with them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-8445646431918281718?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/8445646431918281718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=8445646431918281718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/8445646431918281718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/8445646431918281718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriages-jokes.html' title='MARRIAGES JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-5577856369547824622</id><published>2009-09-21T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:23:16.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MICROSOFT JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Do you have any windows open right now?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Are you crazy woman, it&amp;#39;s twenty below outside ...&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will install Windows. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;No, Windows is not a virus. Here&amp;#39;s what viruses do:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. They replicate quickly. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system as they do so. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk. ... Okay, Windows does that too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Viruses are usually carried, unknown to the user, along with valuable programs and systems. ... Sigh.. Windows does that, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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;/p&gt; &lt;p&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;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So Windows is not a virus. ... It&amp;#39;s a bug. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;How much do Windows cost?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Windows costs about $100.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s kind of expensive. Can I buy just one window?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In response to Bill&amp;#39;s comments, General Motors issued a press release stating (by Mr. Welch himself):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) For no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br&gt;2) Every time they painted new lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br&gt;3) Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.&lt;br&gt; 4) Occasionally, executing a manoeuvre such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br&gt;5) Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought &amp;quot;Car95&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;CarNT&amp;quot;. But then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br&gt; 6) Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable, five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.&lt;br&gt;7) The oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single &amp;quot;general car default&amp;quot; warning light.&lt;br&gt; 8) New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br&gt;9) The airbag system would say &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot; before going off.&lt;br&gt;10) Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key, and grab hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br&gt; 11) GM would also require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option would immediately cause the car&amp;#39;s performance to diminish by 50% or more. Moreover, GM would become a target for investigation by the Justice Department.&lt;br&gt; 12) Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br&gt;13) You&amp;#39;d press the &amp;quot;start&amp;quot; button to shut off the engine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;This is Linux land. In silent nights you can hear the Windows machines rebooting. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;If Windows is the solution, can we please have the problem back? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Computers are like air conditioners, they stop working properly if you open Windows. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt; DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If Windows is the solution, can we please have the problem back? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When asked to define &amp;quot;great&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;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!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will install Windows. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In Computer Heaven:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The management is from Intel,&lt;br&gt;The design and construction is done by Apple,&lt;br&gt;The marketing is done by Microsoft,&lt;br&gt;IBM provides the support,&lt;br&gt;Gateway determines the pricing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Computer Hell:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The management is from Apple,&lt;br&gt;Microsoft does design and construction,&lt;br&gt;IBM handles the marketing,&lt;br&gt;The support is from Gateway,&lt;br&gt;Intel sets the price. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A pilot is flying a small, single-engine, charter plane with a couple of really important executives on board into Seattle airport. There is fog so thick that visibility is 40 feet, and his instruments are out. He circles looking for a landmark and after an hour, he is low on fuel and his passengers are very nervous. At last, through a small opening in the fog he sees a tall building with one guy working alone on the fifth floor. Circling, the pilot banks and shouts through his open window: &amp;quot;Hey, where am I?&amp;quot;. The solitary office worker replies: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re in an airplane.&amp;quot;. The pilot immediately executes a swift 275 degree turn and executes a perfect blind landing on the airport&amp;#39;s runway five miles away. Just as the plane stops, the engines cough and die from lack of fuel. The stunned passengers ask the pilot how he did it. &amp;quot;Elementary,&amp;quot; replies the pilot, &amp;quot;I asked the guy in that building a simple question. The answer he gave me was 100% correct but absolutely useless; therefore, I knew that must be Microsoft&amp;#39;s support office and from there the airport is three minutes away on a course of 87 degrees.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The day Microsoft makes something that doesn&amp;#39;t suck is probably the day they start making vacuum cleaners. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In response to Bill&amp;#39;s comments, General Motors issued a press release stating (by Mr. Welch himself):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) For no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br&gt;2) Every time they painted new lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br&gt;3) Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.&lt;br&gt; 4) Occasionally, executing a manoeuvre such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br&gt;5) Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought &amp;quot;Car95&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;CarNT&amp;quot;. But then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br&gt; 6) Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable, five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.&lt;br&gt;7) The oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single &amp;quot;general car default&amp;quot; warning light.&lt;br&gt; 8) New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br&gt;9) The airbag system would say &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot; before going off.&lt;br&gt;10) Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key, and grab hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br&gt; 11) GM would also require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option would immediately cause the car&amp;#39;s performance to diminish by 50% or more. Moreover, GM would become a target for investigation by the Justice Department.&lt;br&gt; 12) Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br&gt;13) You&amp;#39;d press the &amp;quot;start&amp;quot; button to shut off the engine. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-5577856369547824622?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/5577856369547824622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=5577856369547824622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/5577856369547824622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/5577856369547824622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/microsoft-jokes.html' title='MICROSOFT JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-3021077523894280784</id><published>2009-09-21T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:13:59.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILITARY JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MILITARY JOKES &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;On some air bases the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, &amp;quot;What time is it?&amp;quot; The tower responded, &amp;quot;Who is calling?&amp;quot; The aircraft replied, &amp;quot;What difference does it make?&amp;quot; The tower replied &amp;quot;It makes a lot of difference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1) If it is an American Airlines flight, it is 3 o&amp;#39;clock.&lt;br&gt;2) If it is an Air Force plane, it is 1500 hours.&lt;br&gt;3) If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells.&lt;br&gt;4) If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3.&lt;br&gt; 5) If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it&amp;#39;s Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to &amp;quot;Happy Hour.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door. Conscious of his new position, the colonel quickly picked up the phone, told the airman to enter, then said into the phone,&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Yes, General, I&amp;#39;ll be seeing him this afternoon and I&amp;#39;ll pass along your message. In the meantime, thank you for your good wishes, sir.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feeling as though he had sufficiently impressed the young enlisted man, he asked, &amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing important, sir,&amp;quot; the airman replied, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m just here to hook up your telephone.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Number of US Guns&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How many guns do the US need to combat an enemy?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two: one to shoot and one to sell him to shoot back. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Flat Major&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you get when you drop a piano on an army base?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A flat major. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-3021077523894280784?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/3021077523894280784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=3021077523894280784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/3021077523894280784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/3021077523894280784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/military-jokes.html' title='MILITARY JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-341883237082246179</id><published>2009-09-21T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:01:12.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvina Luna-Fatal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatal Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081708006756658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMd8GQMUTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N_2L6YzSFak/s400/silvina-luna2.jpg" border="0"&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081265022244114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMdiUAdFRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yIKAze3_jIw/s400/silvina-luna1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261077812898626434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMaZX2C-4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kT-zIaD95C4/s400/silvina-luna.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;br&gt;Country : Argentina&lt;br&gt;Height : 160 cm&lt;br&gt;Measurements : 87-61-91&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Silvina Noelia Luna (born June 21, 1980) is an Argentine supermodel and actress born in Rosario, Santa Fe, Argentina.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Born in the city of Rosario, Silvina Luna wanted to study drama and get a job to help her family. After finishing school at the age of 17, she moved to Buenos Aires and worked as secretary and a model. She lived in Miami for a year with a friend. Back in Argentina she entered Big Brother 2 where she became famous as one of the participants.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Now she is in the model agency of Ricardo Piñeiro and has achieved lots of her dreams. She guest-starred in some important TV Shows and loves to work on stage as a comedian.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a recent interview she revealed that in the future, she will start singing Tango songs.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Source : Wikipedia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/7416980378885939639-341883237082246179?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/341883237082246179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=341883237082246179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/341883237082246179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/341883237082246179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/silvina-luna-fatal-woman.html' title='Silvina Luna-Fatal Woman'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMd8GQMUTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N_2L6YzSFak/s72-c/silvina-luna2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-2215597408228794436</id><published>2009-09-20T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:05:09.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE SUSIE JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 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&lt;tr xmlns=""&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="1" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/BolMhJ8_Tvo/little-susie-jokes.html"&gt;LITTLE SUSIE JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 10:23 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;LITTLE SUSIE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Attending a wedding for the first time, Little Susie whispered to her&lt;br&gt;mother, &amp;quot;Why is the bride dressed in white?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the happiest&lt;br&gt;day of her life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Litte Susie thought about this for a moment, then said &amp;quot;So why is the&lt;br&gt;groom wearing black?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Susie was watching her father, a pastor, write a sermon.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How do you know what to say?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why, God tells me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-4061201723296212971?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/BolMhJ8_Tvo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="2" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/1tJMRJlABQ0/little-johnny-jokes.html"&gt;LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 10:18 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny came home from school one day and went by his mom&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;room. The door was open, so he looked in and saw his mom lying on the&lt;br&gt;bed naked moaning and touching herself saying, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a man! I&lt;br&gt;need a man!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The next day, Little Johnny got home from school and saw his mom lying&lt;br&gt;on the bed naked with a naked guy on top of her. So Little Johnny ran&lt;br&gt;to his room, stripped down naked, and started to touch himself, while&lt;br&gt;moaning, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a bike! I need a bike!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day, Little Susie got her monthly bleeding for the first time in her life.&lt;p&gt;Not quite certain what was happening, and somewhat frightened, she&lt;br&gt;decided to tell Little Johnny. Little Susie dropped her panties and&lt;br&gt;showed Little Johnny what was happening.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s eyes opened wide in amazement. &amp;quot;You know,&amp;quot; he said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not a doctor, but it looks like someone just ripped your balls&lt;br&gt;off!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny was in church with his mom for Sunday Mass when he felt&lt;br&gt;a sudden barf attack impending. &amp;quot;Mom, I think I&amp;#39;m going to throw up!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;She told him, &amp;quot;I want you to run outside as fast as you can. Run&lt;br&gt;across the lawn and go behind the bushes. You can throw up behind the&lt;br&gt;bushes and nobody will see you.&amp;quot; So Little Johnny hauled ass for the&lt;br&gt;door. Less than a minute later, he returned to his seat next to his&lt;br&gt;mom. He had the look of obvious relief on his young face. &amp;quot;Did you&lt;br&gt;make it all the way to the bushes, Johnny?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t have to go that far, mom. Just as I got to the front door, I&lt;br&gt;found a box that had a sign on it: FOR THE SICK.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A father asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to know!&amp;quot; Little Johnny said, exploding and bursting&lt;br&gt;into tears. Confused, his father asked Little Johnny what was wrong.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh Pop,&amp;quot; Johnny sobbed, &amp;quot;for me there was no Santa Claus at age six,&lt;br&gt;no Easter Bunny at seven, and no Tooth Fairy at eight. And if you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;telling me now that grown ups don&amp;#39;t really have sex, I&amp;#39;ve got nothing&lt;br&gt;left to believe in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Sam: &amp;quot;Would you punish me for some thing I didn&amp;#39;t do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: &amp;quot;No, of course not.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sam: &amp;quot;Good, because I didn&amp;#39;t do my homework.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about&lt;br&gt;something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the&lt;br&gt;time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was&lt;br&gt;calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call upon little&lt;br&gt;Johnnie, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But&lt;br&gt;eventually his turn came.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnnie walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece&lt;br&gt;of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back&lt;br&gt;down. Well the teacher couldn&amp;#39;t figure out what Johnnie had in mind&lt;br&gt;for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that&lt;br&gt;was.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a period&amp;quot; reported Johnnie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well I can see that&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;but what is so exciting about a period.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damned if I know&amp;quot; said Johnnie, &amp;quot;but this morning my sister said she&lt;br&gt;missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted and the man&lt;br&gt;next door shot himself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local&lt;br&gt;corner market. The owner didn&amp;#39;t know what Johnny&amp;#39;s problem was, but&lt;br&gt;the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he&lt;br&gt;was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To&lt;br&gt;prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a&lt;br&gt;nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the&lt;br&gt;nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.&lt;p&gt;One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took&lt;br&gt;him aside and said &amp;quot;Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They&lt;br&gt;think you don&amp;#39;t know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you&lt;br&gt;grabbing the nickel because it&amp;#39;s bigger, or what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin&lt;br&gt;appeared on his face and he said, &amp;quot;Well, if I took the dime, they&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny wasn&amp;#39;t getting good marks in school. One day he&lt;br&gt;surprised the teacher with an announcement. He tapped her on the&lt;br&gt;shoulder and said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t start getting better grades, somebody is going to get a&lt;br&gt;spanking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s preschool class went on a field trip to the fire&lt;br&gt;station. The firefighter giving the presentation held up a smoke&lt;br&gt;detector and asked the class: &amp;quot;Does anyone know what this is?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s hand shot up and the firefighter called on him.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s how Mommy knows supper is ready!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. &amp;quot;Now class,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you&lt;br&gt;tell what fruit I&amp;#39;m talking about. Okay, first: it&amp;#39;s round, plump and&lt;br&gt;red.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely&lt;br&gt;ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered &amp;quot;An apple.&amp;quot; The&lt;br&gt;teacher replied, &amp;quot;No Deborah, it&amp;#39;s a beet, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Now for the second. It&amp;#39;s soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the&lt;br&gt;teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is it a peach?&amp;quot; Billy asks. &amp;quot;No, Billy, I&amp;#39;m afraid it&amp;#39;s a potato. But&lt;br&gt;I like your thinking,&amp;quot; the teacher replies. Here&amp;#39;s another: it&amp;#39;s long,&lt;br&gt;yellow, and fairly hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically.&lt;br&gt;The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. &amp;quot;A banana,&amp;quot; she says.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the teacher replies, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a squash, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got it: it&amp;#39;s round, hard, and it got a head on it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Johnny!&amp;quot; she&lt;br&gt;cries. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s disgusting!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; answers Johnny, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a quarter,&lt;br&gt;but I like your thinking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Sunday school teacher asked the children just before she dismissed&lt;br&gt;them to go to church, &amp;quot;And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied, &amp;quot;Because people are sleeping.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-2848680129123720748?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/1tJMRJlABQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="3" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/tIRckwmXJ9g/lawyers-jokes.html"&gt;LAWYERS JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 10:15 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;LAWYERS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;If your wife and your lawyer were drowning and you had to choose,&lt;br&gt;would you go to lunch or to the cinema?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A lawyer is standing in a long line at the box office.&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, he feels a pair of hands kneading his shoulders, back, and&lt;br&gt;neck. The lawyer turns around. &amp;quot;What the hell do you think you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;doing?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a chiropractor, and I&amp;#39;m just keeping in practice while I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;waiting in line.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;m a lawyer, but you don&amp;#39;t see me screwing the guy in front of&lt;br&gt;me, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer&amp;#39;s club by mistake. The old legal&lt;br&gt;lions gave them a fight for their life and their money.&lt;p&gt;The gang was very happy to escape. &amp;quot;It ain&amp;#39;t so bad,&amp;quot; one crook noted.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We got $25 between us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The boss screamed: &amp;quot;I warned you to stay clear of lawyers ... we had&lt;br&gt;$100 when we broke in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The National Institutes of Health have announced that they will no&lt;br&gt;longer be using rats for medical experimentation. In their place, they&lt;br&gt;will use attorneys. They have given three reasons for this decision:&lt;p&gt;1. There are now more attorneys than there are rats.&lt;br&gt;2. The medical researchers don&amp;#39;t become as emotionally attached to the&lt;br&gt;attorneys as they did to the rats.&lt;br&gt;3. No matter how hard you try, there are some things that even rats won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil.&lt;p&gt;As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he&lt;br&gt;recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s unfair!&amp;quot; he cried. &amp;quot;I have to roast for all eternity, and that&lt;br&gt;lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up&amp;quot;, barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who are you to question that woman&amp;#39;s punishment?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you hear about the terrorists who took a courthouse full of lawyers hostage?&lt;p&gt;They threatened to release one every hour unless their demands were met.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you hear that the Post Office just recalled their latest Stamps?&lt;p&gt;They had pictures of lawyers on them and people couldn&amp;#39;t figure out&lt;br&gt;which side to spit on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man has a heart attack and is brought to the hospital emergency&lt;br&gt;room. The doctor tells him that he will not live unless he has a heart&lt;br&gt;transplant right away. Another doctor runs into the room and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re in luck, two hearts just became available, so you will get to&lt;br&gt;choose which one you want. One belongs to lawyer and the other to a&lt;br&gt;social worker&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The man quickly responds, &amp;quot;the lawyer&amp;#39;s&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The doctor says, &amp;quot;Wait! Don&amp;#39;t you want to know a little about them&lt;br&gt;before you make your decision?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man says, &amp;quot;I already know enough. We all know that social workers&lt;br&gt;are bleeding hearts and the lawyer&amp;#39;s probably never used his. So I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;take the attorney&amp;#39;s!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;An old man was on his death bed, and wanted to be buried with his&lt;br&gt;money. He called his priest, his doctor and his lawyer to his bedside.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s $30,000 cash to be held by each of you. I trust you to put&lt;br&gt;this in my coffin when I die so I can take all my money with me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At the funeral, each man put an envelope in the coffin. Riding away in&lt;br&gt;a limousine, the priest suddenly broke into tears and confessed, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;only put $20,000 into the envelope because I needed $10,000 to repair&lt;br&gt;the roof of the church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, since we&amp;#39;re confiding in each other,&amp;quot; said the doctor, &amp;quot;I only&lt;br&gt;put $10,000 in the envelope because we needed a new X-ray machine for&lt;br&gt;the pediatrics ward at the hospital which cost $20,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was aghast. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m ashamed of both of you,&amp;quot; he exclaimed. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;want it known that when I put my envelope in that coffin, I enclosed a&lt;br&gt;check for the full $30,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two lawyers are in a bank, when, suddenly, armed robbers burst in,&lt;br&gt;waving guns and yelling for everyone to freeze.&lt;p&gt;While several of the robbers take the money from the tellers, others&lt;br&gt;line the customers, including the lawyers, up against a wall, and&lt;br&gt;proceed to take their wallets, watches, and other valuables.&lt;p&gt;While this is going on, one of the lawyers jams something into the&lt;br&gt;other lawyer&amp;#39;s hand. Without looking down, the second lawyer whispers,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is this?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The first lawyer replies, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the $100 I owe you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you get when you cross a blonde and a lawyer?&lt;p&gt;1) There are some things even a blonde won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;br&gt;2) Something that when it gives you a blow job, it won&amp;#39;t stop until it&lt;br&gt;gets blood.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;George had responded to a call from his lawyer, insisting that they&lt;br&gt;meet at once. He arrived at his lawyer&amp;#39;s firm, and was ushered into&lt;br&gt;his office.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Do you want the bad news first or the terrible news?&amp;quot; the lawyer asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, if those are my choices, I guess I&amp;#39;ll take the bad news first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your wife found a picture worth a half-million dollars.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s the bad news?&amp;quot; George was stunned? &amp;quot;If you call that bad, I&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t wait to hear the terrible news.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The terrible news is that it&amp;#39;s of you and your secretary.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Trial. A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to&lt;br&gt;the stand in a trial, a grandmotherly, elderly woman. He approached&lt;br&gt;her and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Jones, do you know me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She responded, &amp;quot;Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I&amp;#39;ve known you&lt;br&gt;since you were a young boy. And frankly, you&amp;#39;ve been a big&lt;br&gt;disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate&lt;br&gt;people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you&amp;#39;re a&lt;br&gt;rising big shot when you haven&amp;#39;t the brains to realize you never will&lt;br&gt;amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across&lt;br&gt;the room and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She again replied, &amp;quot;Why, yes I do. I&amp;#39;ve known Mr. Bradley since he was&lt;br&gt;a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too,&lt;br&gt;has been a real disappointment to me. He&amp;#39;s lazy, bigoted, he has a&lt;br&gt;drinking problem. The man can&amp;#39;t build a normal relationship with&lt;br&gt;anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire&lt;br&gt;state. Yes, I know him.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called&lt;br&gt;both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with&lt;br&gt;menace, &amp;quot;If either of you asks her if she knows me, you&amp;#39;ll be jailed&lt;br&gt;for contempt!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Lawyer: &amp;quot;Judge, I wish to appeal my client&amp;#39;s case on the basis of&lt;br&gt;newly discovered evidence.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Judge: &amp;quot;And what is the nature of the new evidence?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Lawyer: &amp;quot;Judge, I discovered that my client still has $500 left.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dead skunk on the road and a dead&lt;br&gt;lawyer on the road?&lt;p&gt;There are skid marks in front of the skunk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;You find yourself stuck in a hole with a murderer, a rapist, and a&lt;br&gt;lawyer. You&amp;#39;re armed but you only have 2 bullets left, what do you do?&lt;p&gt;Shoot the lawyer. Twice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight&lt;br&gt;from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like&lt;br&gt;to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she&lt;br&gt;politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a&lt;br&gt;lot of fun. He explains &amp;quot;I ask you a question, and if you don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;the answer, you pay me $5, and visa-versa.&amp;quot; Again, she politely&lt;br&gt;declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, &amp;quot;Okay, if you don&amp;#39;t know the&lt;br&gt;answer you pay me $5, and if I don&amp;#39;t know the answer, I will pay you&lt;br&gt;$50!&amp;quot; figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the&lt;br&gt;match. This catches the blonde&amp;#39;s attention and, figuring that there&lt;br&gt;will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the distance from the&lt;br&gt;earth to the moon?&amp;quot; The blonde doesn&amp;#39;t say a word, reaches in to her&lt;br&gt;purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;p&gt;Now, it&amp;#39;s the blonde&amp;#39;s turn. She asks the lawyer: &amp;quot;What goes up a hill&lt;br&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?&amp;quot; The lawyer looks at her&lt;br&gt;with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all&lt;br&gt;his references. He taps into the&lt;br&gt;Airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of&lt;br&gt;Congress. Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and&lt;br&gt;friends he knows. All to no avail. After over an hour, he wakes the&lt;br&gt;blonde and hands her $50. The blonde politely takes the $50 and turns&lt;br&gt;away to get back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and&lt;br&gt;asks, &amp;quot;Well, so what is the answer!?&amp;quot; Without a word, the blonde&lt;br&gt;reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man went into a lawyer&amp;#39;s office, and demanded to see the lawyer. He&lt;br&gt;was escorted into the lawyer&amp;#39;s office.&lt;p&gt;The man needed legal help, but he knew how expensive lawyers could be,&lt;br&gt;so he inquired, &amp;quot;Can you tell me how much you charge?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Of course&amp;quot;, the lawyer replied, &amp;quot;I charge $500 to answer three questions.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t you think that&amp;#39;s an awful lot of money to answer three questions?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes it is&amp;quot;, answered the lawyer, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s your third question?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man charged with assault and battery insisted at his trial that he&lt;br&gt;had just pushed his victim &amp;quot;a little bit&amp;quot;. When he was pressured by&lt;br&gt;the prosecutor to illustrate just how hard, the defendant approached&lt;br&gt;the lawyer, slapped him in the face, grabbed him firmly by the lapels&lt;br&gt;and flung him over the table.&lt;p&gt;He then faced judge and jury and calmly declared, &amp;quot;I would say it was&lt;br&gt;about one-tenth that hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The local United Way office realized that it had never received a&lt;br&gt;donation from the town&amp;#39;s most successful lawyer. The volunteer in&lt;br&gt;charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute. &amp;quot;Our&lt;br&gt;research shows that out of a yearly income of more than $600,000 you&lt;br&gt;give not a penny to charity. Wouldn&amp;#39;t you like to give back to the&lt;br&gt;community in some way?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, &amp;quot;First, did your&lt;br&gt;research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and&lt;br&gt;has medical bills that are several times her annual income?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, &amp;quot;Um ... No.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Second, that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to&lt;br&gt;a wheel chair?&amp;quot; The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an&lt;br&gt;apology, but was cut off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Third, that my sister&amp;#39;s husband died in a traffic accident,&amp;quot; the&lt;br&gt;lawyer&amp;#39;s voice rising in indignation, &amp;quot;leaving her penniless with&lt;br&gt;three children?!&amp;quot; The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten,&lt;br&gt;said simply, &amp;quot;I had no idea ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, &amp;quot;... And I don&amp;#39;t give&lt;br&gt;any money to them, so why should I give any to you?!?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAWYERS VS ANAL SX JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LAWYER VS THE BLONDE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight&lt;br&gt;from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like&lt;br&gt;to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she&lt;br&gt;politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a&lt;br&gt;lot of fun. He explains &amp;quot;I ask you a question, and if you don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;the answer, you pay me $5, and visa-versa.&amp;quot; Again, she politely&lt;br&gt;declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, &amp;quot;Okay, if you don&amp;#39;t know the&lt;br&gt;answer you pay me $5, and if I don&amp;#39;t know the answer, I will pay you&lt;br&gt;$50!&amp;quot; figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the&lt;br&gt;match. This catches the blonde&amp;#39;s attention and, figuring that there&lt;br&gt;will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the distance from the&lt;br&gt;earth to the moon?&amp;quot; The blonde doesn&amp;#39;t say a word, reaches in to her&lt;br&gt;purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;p&gt;Now, it&amp;#39;s the blonde&amp;#39;s turn. She asks the lawyer: &amp;quot;What goes up a hill&lt;br&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?&amp;quot; The lawyer looks at her&lt;br&gt;with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all&lt;br&gt;his references. He taps into the&lt;br&gt;Airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of&lt;br&gt;Congress. Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and&lt;br&gt;friends he knows. All to no avail. After over an hour, he wakes the&lt;br&gt;blonde and hands her $50. The blonde politely takes the $50 and turns&lt;br&gt;away to get back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and&lt;br&gt;asks, &amp;quot;Well, so what is the answer!?&amp;quot; Without a word, the blonde&lt;br&gt;reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE HONEST LAWYER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MURDERER LAWYER RAPIST JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;You find yourself stuck in a hole with a murderer, a rapist, and a&lt;br&gt;lawyer. You&amp;#39;re armed but you only have 2 bullets left, what do you do?&lt;p&gt;Shoot the lawyer. Twice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAWYERS VS RATS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The National Institutes of Health have announced that they will no&lt;br&gt;longer be using rats for medical experimentation. In their place, they&lt;br&gt;will use attorneys. They have given three reasons for this decision:&lt;p&gt;1. There are now more attorneys than there are rats.&lt;br&gt;2. The medical researchers don&amp;#39;t become as emotionally attached to the&lt;br&gt;attorneys as they did to the rats.&lt;br&gt;3. No matter how hard you try, there are some things that even rats won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-4502486215598628015?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/tIRckwmXJ9g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="4" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/pgeP_O6Enfk/judges-jokes.html"&gt;JUDGES JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 10:12 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;JUDGES JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Journalists Judges Juries&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Trial. A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to&lt;br&gt;the stand in a trial, a grandmotherly, elderly woman. He approached&lt;br&gt;her and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Jones, do you know me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She responded, &amp;quot;Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I&amp;#39;ve known you&lt;br&gt;since you were a young boy. And frankly, you&amp;#39;ve been a big&lt;br&gt;disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate&lt;br&gt;people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you&amp;#39;re a&lt;br&gt;rising big shot when you haven&amp;#39;t the brains to realize you never will&lt;br&gt;amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across&lt;br&gt;the room and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She again replied, &amp;quot;Why, yes I do. I&amp;#39;ve known Mr. Bradley since he was&lt;br&gt;a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too,&lt;br&gt;has been a real disappointment to me. He&amp;#39;s lazy, bigoted, he has a&lt;br&gt;drinking problem. The man can&amp;#39;t build a normal relationship with&lt;br&gt;anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire&lt;br&gt;state. Yes, I know him.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called&lt;br&gt;both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with&lt;br&gt;menace, &amp;quot;If either of you asks her if she knows me, you&amp;#39;ll be jailed&lt;br&gt;for contempt!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man charged with assault and battery insisted at his trial that he&lt;br&gt;had just pushed his victim &amp;quot;a little bit&amp;quot;. When he was pressured by&lt;br&gt;the prosecutor to illustrate just how hard, the defendant approached&lt;br&gt;the lawyer, slapped him in the face, grabbed him firmly by the lapels&lt;br&gt;and flung him over the table.&lt;p&gt;He then faced judge and jury and calmly declared, &amp;quot;I would say it was&lt;br&gt;about one-tenth that hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-6042425907346383333?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/pgeP_O6Enfk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="5" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/SdY2VD8pnOA/jesus-jokes.html"&gt;JESUS JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 10:03 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;JESUS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft&lt;br&gt;voice say, &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you&amp;quot;. Thinking it was just his&lt;br&gt;imagination, he continued his search. Again the voice said &amp;quot;Jesus is&lt;br&gt;watching you&amp;quot;. He turned his flashlight around and saw a parrot in a&lt;br&gt;cage. He asked the parrot if he was the one talking and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; He asked the parrot what his name was and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Moses.&amp;quot; The burglar asked, &amp;quot;what kind of people would name a&lt;br&gt;parrot Moses?&amp;quot; The parrot said, &amp;quot;the same kind of people who would&lt;br&gt;name their pit bull Jesus&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Jesus came across an adulteress crouching in a corner with a crowd&lt;br&gt;around her preparing to stone her to death. Jesus stopped them and&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.&amp;quot; Suddenly a&lt;br&gt;woman at the back of the crowd fired off a stone at the adulteress. At&lt;br&gt;which point Jesus looked over and said, &amp;quot;Mother! Sometimes you really&lt;br&gt;TICK ME OFF!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-5260100837289599867?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/SdY2VD8pnOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="6" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/zoBwWrTJCsU/intelligence-jokes.html"&gt;INTELLIGENCE JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 10:01 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;INTELLIGENCE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you call a blonde with 2 brain cells?&lt;p&gt;Pregnant.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Ben invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother&lt;br&gt;couldn&amp;#39;t help noticing how beautiful Ben&amp;#39;s roommate was. She had long&lt;br&gt;been suspicious of a relationship between Ben and his roommate and&lt;br&gt;this only made her more curious.&lt;p&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she&lt;br&gt;started to wonder if there was more between Ben and the roommate than&lt;br&gt;met the eye. Reading his mom&amp;#39;s thoughts, Ben volunteered, &amp;quot;I know what&lt;br&gt;you must be thinking, but I assure you, Allison and I are just&lt;br&gt;roommates.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;About a week later, Allison came to Ben and said, &amp;quot;Ever since your&lt;br&gt;mother came to dinner, I&amp;#39;ve been unable to find the beautiful silver&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t suppose she took it, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Ben said, &amp;quot;Well, I doubt it, but I&amp;#39;ll write her a letter just to be sure.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;So he sat down and wrote: &amp;quot;Dear Mother, I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did&amp;#39; take&lt;br&gt;a gravy ladle from my house, and I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did not&amp;#39; take a&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since&lt;br&gt;you were here for dinner.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Several days later, Ben received a letter from his mother which read:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Dear Son, I&amp;#39;m not saying that you &amp;#39;do&amp;#39; sleep with Allison, and I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;not saying that you &amp;#39;do not&amp;#39; sleep with Allison. But the fact remains&lt;br&gt;that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;p&gt;Put her in a circular room and tell her to sit in the corner.&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde confuse you?&lt;p&gt;She comes out and says she did it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local&lt;br&gt;corner market. The owner didn&amp;#39;t know what Johnny&amp;#39;s problem was, but&lt;br&gt;the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he&lt;br&gt;was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To&lt;br&gt;prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a&lt;br&gt;nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the&lt;br&gt;nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.&lt;p&gt;One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took&lt;br&gt;him aside and said &amp;quot;Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They&lt;br&gt;think you don&amp;#39;t know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you&lt;br&gt;grabbing the nickel because it&amp;#39;s bigger, or what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin&lt;br&gt;appeared on his face and he said, &amp;quot;Well, if I took the dime, they&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Artificial Intelligence stands no chance against Natural Stupidity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you call it when a blonde dyes her hair brunette?&lt;p&gt;Artificial intelligence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between Bigfoot and an intelligent blonde?&lt;p&gt;There have actually been sightings of Bigfoot.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-8915507829755987473?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/zoBwWrTJCsU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="7" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/NRUNbXCIqwI/horse-jokes.html"&gt;HORSE JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 09:59 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;HORSE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An attractive lady from Seattle was driving through a remote part of&lt;br&gt;Texas when her car broke down. A local on horseback came along and&lt;br&gt;offered her a ride to the nearest town.&lt;p&gt;She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was&lt;br&gt;pretty uneventful except that every few minutes the guy would let out&lt;br&gt;a &amp;quot;Whoop&amp;quot; so loud that it would echo from the surrounding hills. When&lt;br&gt;they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station,&lt;br&gt;yelled one final &amp;quot;Yahoo&amp;quot; and rode off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, what did you do to get him so fired up?&amp;quot; asked the service&lt;br&gt;station attendant.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; shrugged the woman, I merely sat behind him on the horse,&lt;br&gt;put my arms around his waist, and held onto his saddle horn so I&lt;br&gt;wouldn&amp;#39;t fall off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady,&amp;quot; the attendant said, &amp;quot;that guy was riding bareback ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Paddy and his two friends are talking at a bar. His first friend says:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with the electrician. The other&lt;br&gt;day I came home and found wire cutters under our bed and they weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;mine.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His second friend says: &amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with the&lt;br&gt;plummer the other day I found a wrench under the bed and it wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;mine.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Paddy says: &amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with a horse.&amp;quot; Both&lt;br&gt;his friends look at him with utter disbelief. &amp;quot;No I&amp;#39;m serious. The&lt;br&gt;other day I came home and found a jockey under our bed.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-2248323897546597534?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/NRUNbXCIqwI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="8" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/atA6cIO0yBo/hilarious-jokes.html"&gt;Hilarious Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 09:46 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;NO MORE BUSH&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Howard Dean&amp;#39;s wife held a press conference today where she announced&lt;br&gt;that until the election is over she will shave off all her pubic hair&lt;br&gt;and sit on stage with husband Howard, and wearing no panties.&lt;p&gt;Astounded reporters asked what the message was, to which she replied&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Read my lips. No more Bush&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHOW ME YOUR LEGS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl.&lt;br&gt;The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the&lt;br&gt;erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me&lt;br&gt;$1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their&lt;br&gt;wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs.&lt;br&gt;Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The&lt;br&gt;girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation&lt;br&gt;continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats.&lt;br&gt;Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you&lt;br&gt;where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and&lt;br&gt;points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the&lt;br&gt;distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MMM.....MM....GOOD&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A mother has 3 girls, they all got married, but she wants to know how&lt;br&gt;the sex is, so she says that after the night on the honeymoon, they&lt;br&gt;write a postcard saying how it went.&lt;p&gt;The 1st girl writes: M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;Puzzled, the women buys a pack of M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s and reads the slogan &amp;quot;It melts&lt;br&gt;in your mouth, not in your hand.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd girl writes: Campbell&amp;#39;s soup.&lt;p&gt;Again the mom buys some cambles soup and reads, &amp;quot;Mmm ... mmm ... good.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3 weeks pass and the 3rd girl finally writes: Ford&lt;p&gt;The mom goes to her ford jeep and reads &amp;quot;The best never stop.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOLF RULES FOR BEGINNERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Golf rules for beginners:&lt;p&gt;1) Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.&lt;br&gt;2) Form a loose grip.&lt;br&gt;3) Keep your head down.&lt;br&gt;4) Avoid a quick back swing.&lt;br&gt;5) Stay out of the water.&lt;br&gt;6) Try not to hit anyone.&lt;br&gt;7) If you are taking too long, please let others go ahead of you.&lt;br&gt;8) Don&amp;#39;t stand directly in front of others.&lt;br&gt;9) Quiet please ... while others are preparing to go.&lt;br&gt;10) Don&amp;#39;t take extra strokes.&lt;p&gt;Now, that&amp;#39;s very good. Flush the urinal, go outside, and tee off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JACK DANIELS VS BIG TITS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A small boy was lost at a large shopping mall. He approached a&lt;br&gt;uniformed policeman and said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve lost my grandpa&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The cop asked, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s he like?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The little boy replied, &amp;quot;Jack Daniels and women with big tits.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IRISH HARD DRINKER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd&lt;br&gt;of drinkers. He says, &amp;quot;I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10&lt;br&gt;pints of Guinness back-to-back.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan&amp;#39;s offer. One man even&lt;br&gt;leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up&lt;br&gt;and taps the Texan on the shoulder. &amp;quot;Is your bet still good?&amp;quot; asks the&lt;br&gt;Irishman.&lt;p&gt;The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of&lt;br&gt;Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint&lt;br&gt;glasses drinking them all back-to-back.&lt;p&gt;The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan&lt;br&gt;gives the Irishman the $500 and says, &amp;quot;If ya don&amp;#39;t mind me askin&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman replies, &amp;quot;Oh ... I had to go to the pub down the street&lt;br&gt;to see if I could do it first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CLUMSY IDIOT&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind. After a&lt;br&gt;relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to bed. So, both go to&lt;br&gt;their separate beds, however the man was not yet ready to slumber. The&lt;br&gt;man called over to his wife, &amp;quot;My little boopey-boo, I&amp;#39;m lonely.&amp;quot; So&lt;br&gt;the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband. On the&lt;br&gt;way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The husband with a&lt;br&gt;concerned look on his face says, &amp;quot;Oh, did my little honey-woney fall&lt;br&gt;on her little nosey-wosey?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man&amp;#39;s bed. The two make passionate&lt;br&gt;love and afterwards the women rolls out. As she is returning to her&lt;br&gt;bed, she once again catches her foot on the carpet and falls flat on&lt;br&gt;her face. The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the&lt;br&gt;floor and says, &amp;quot;Clumsy idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO STOP JERKING OFF&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man complained to his friend, &amp;quot;My elbow hurts. I better go to the doctor.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t do that,&amp;quot; volunteered his friend, &amp;quot;there&amp;#39;s a new computer at&lt;br&gt;the drugstore that can diagnose any problem quicker and cheaper than a&lt;br&gt;doctor. All you have to do is put in a urine sample, deposit $10, then&lt;br&gt;the computer will give you your diagnosis and plan of treatment.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man figured he had nothing to lose, so he took a sample of urine&lt;br&gt;down to the drugstore. Finding the machine, he poured in the urine and&lt;br&gt;deposited $10. The machine began to buzz and various lights flashed on&lt;br&gt;and off. After a short pause, a slip of paper popped out on which was&lt;br&gt;printed:&lt;p&gt;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water twice a day. Avoid&lt;br&gt;heavy labor. Your elbow will be better in two weeks.&lt;p&gt;That evening as the man contemplated this breakthrough in medical&lt;br&gt;science, he began to suspect fraud. To test his theory he mixed&lt;br&gt;together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples&lt;br&gt;from his wife and teenage daughter. To top it all off, he masturbated&lt;br&gt;into the jar. He took this concoction down to the drugstore, poured it&lt;br&gt;in the machine and deposited $10. The machine went through the same&lt;br&gt;buzzing and flashing routine as before then printed out the following&lt;br&gt;message:&lt;p&gt;Your tap water has lead. Get a filter.&lt;br&gt;Your dog has worms. Give him vitamins.&lt;br&gt;Your daughter is on drugs. Get her in rehab.&lt;br&gt;Your wife is pregnant. It&amp;#39;s not your baby. Get a lawyer.&lt;br&gt;And if you don&amp;#39;t stop jerking off your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;COMPUTERS VS AIR CONDITIONERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Computers are like air conditioners, they stop working properly if you&lt;br&gt;open Windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW TO HEAR CONFESSION-FOR PRIESTS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The new priest is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks the&lt;br&gt;older priest to sit in on his sessions. The new priest hears a couple&lt;br&gt;of confessions, then the old priest asks him to step out of the&lt;br&gt;confessional for a few suggestions.&lt;p&gt;The old priest suggests, &amp;quot;Cross you arms over your chest, and rub your&lt;br&gt;chin with one hand.&amp;quot; The new priest tries this.&lt;p&gt;The old priest suggests, &amp;quot;Try saying things like, &amp;#39;I see, yes, go on&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;and &amp;quot;I understand. How did you feel about that?&amp;quot; The new priest says&lt;br&gt;those things.&lt;p&gt;The old priest says, &amp;quot;Now, don&amp;#39;t you think that&amp;#39;s a little better than&lt;br&gt;slapping your knee and saying &amp;#39;No shit?!? What happened next?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO CONFUSE A BLOD&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;p&gt;Put her in a circular room and tell her to sit in the corner.&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde confuse you?&lt;p&gt;She comes out and says she did it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHOM TO FIRE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he&lt;br&gt;had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically&lt;br&gt;alter their life-style.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the&lt;br&gt;gardener.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;PROBLEMS WITH JOHNSON&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man is having problems with his Johnson which certainly had seen&lt;br&gt;better times. He consults a doctor who, after a couple of tests, says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry, but you&amp;#39;ve overdone it the last 30 years. Your dick is burned&lt;br&gt;out; you only have 30 erections left in your penis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man walks home (deeply depressed); his wife is already expecting&lt;br&gt;him at the front door and asks him what the doctor said concerning his&lt;br&gt;problem. He tells her what the doc told him. She says, &amp;quot;Oh no, only 30&lt;br&gt;times! We shouldn&amp;#39;t waste that. We should make a list!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;Yes, I already made a list on the way home. Sorry, your&lt;br&gt;name isn&amp;#39;t on it.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAD COW DESEASE 2&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A female reporter was conducting an interview with a farmer about Mad&lt;br&gt;Cow Disease. &amp;quot;Mr. Brown, do you have any idea what might be the cause&lt;br&gt;of the disease?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sure. Do you know the bulls only screw the cows once a year?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Umm, sir, that is a new piece of information, but what&amp;#39;s the&lt;br&gt;relationship between this and Mad Cow?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And did you know we milk the cows twice a day?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Brown, that&amp;#39;s interesting, but, what&amp;#39;s the point?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady, the point is this: if I&amp;#39;m playing with your tits twice a day,&lt;br&gt;but only screwing you once a year, wouldn&amp;#39;t you go mad, too?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WINDOWS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;How much do Windows cost?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Windows costs about $100.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s kind of expensive. Can I buy just one window?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor&lt;br&gt;told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax. The guy went to a&lt;br&gt;farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the&lt;br&gt;farmer to give him some job to do.&lt;p&gt;The farmer told him to clean the shit of the cows. The farmer thought&lt;br&gt;that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting&lt;br&gt;in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his&lt;br&gt;surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.&lt;p&gt;The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to&lt;br&gt;cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager&lt;br&gt;will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was&lt;br&gt;done.&lt;p&gt;The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the&lt;br&gt;farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one&lt;br&gt;box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes. At the end of&lt;br&gt;the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the&lt;br&gt;potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.&lt;p&gt;The farmer asked the manager: &amp;quot;How is that you made such difficult&lt;br&gt;jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager answered: &amp;quot;Listen, all my life I&amp;#39;m cutting heads and&lt;br&gt;dealing with shit, but now you ask me to make decisions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;POLITICIANS VS DIAPERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Politicians and diapers have one thing in common.&lt;p&gt;They should both be changed regularly ... and for the same reason.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER DIVORCE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-487277356287379660?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/atA6cIO0yBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="9" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/LS7o-rKXPeg/heaven-jokes.html"&gt;HEAVEN JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 09:43 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;HEAVEN JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to&lt;br&gt;accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St.&lt;br&gt;Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man said, &amp;quot;Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an&lt;br&gt;affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all&lt;br&gt;over the apartment but couldn&amp;#39;t find him anywhere. So I went out onto&lt;br&gt;the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging&lt;br&gt;over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and&lt;br&gt;started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I&lt;br&gt;got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed&lt;br&gt;him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;St. Peter couldn&amp;#39;t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it&lt;br&gt;was a crime of passion, he let the man in.&lt;p&gt;He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. &amp;quot;Well, sir,&lt;br&gt;it was awful,&amp;quot; said the second man. &amp;quot;I was doing aerobics on the&lt;br&gt;balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped&lt;br&gt;over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below,&lt;br&gt;but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a&lt;br&gt;hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a&lt;br&gt;refrigerator on me!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really&lt;br&gt;start to enjoy this job.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died?&amp;quot;, he said to the third man in line.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;OK, picture this, I&amp;#39;m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In Computer Heaven:&lt;p&gt;The management is from Intel,&lt;br&gt;The design and construction is done by Apple,&lt;br&gt;The marketing is done by Microsoft,&lt;br&gt;IBM provides the support,&lt;br&gt;Gateway determines the pricing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Computer Hell:&lt;p&gt;The management is from Apple,&lt;br&gt;Microsoft does design and construction,&lt;br&gt;IBM handles the marketing,&lt;br&gt;The support is from Gateway,&lt;br&gt;Intel sets the price.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A LAWYERS HELL&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil.&lt;p&gt;As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he&lt;br&gt;recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s unfair!&amp;quot; he cried. &amp;quot;I have to roast for all eternity, and that&lt;br&gt;lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up&amp;quot;, barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who are you to question that woman&amp;#39;s punishment?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-7067779021639773371?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/LS7o-rKXPeg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="10" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/qEEONscLRR0/golf-jokes.html"&gt;GOLF JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 09:38 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;GOLF JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whats the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver?&lt;p&gt;A bad golfer goes: WHACK ... &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! A bad Skydiver goes: &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! ... WHACK.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you know that O.J. Simpson, Monica Lewinsky, Ted Kennedy, and&lt;br&gt;President Bill Clinton are all avid golfers?&lt;p&gt;O.J.&amp;#39;s a slicer, Monica&amp;#39;s a hooker, Ted Kennedy can&amp;#39;t drive over&lt;br&gt;water, and Clinton can&amp;#39;t seem to hit the right hole!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity, looking up,&lt;br&gt;looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and&lt;br&gt;speed. He was driving his partner nuts. Finally his exasperated&lt;br&gt;partner says, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The guy answers, &amp;quot;My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse.&lt;br&gt;I want to make this a perfect shot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Forget it, man,&amp;quot; said his partner, &amp;quot;you don&amp;#39;t stand a snowball&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;chance in hell of hitting her from here!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3&lt;br&gt;golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home&lt;br&gt;from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his&lt;br&gt;dresser drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband said I&amp;#39;m sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every&lt;br&gt;time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the&lt;br&gt;drawer.&lt;p&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what&lt;br&gt;is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband replied&amp;quot; Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Golf rules for beginners:&lt;p&gt;1) Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.&lt;br&gt;2) Form a loose grip.&lt;br&gt;3) Keep your head down.&lt;br&gt;4) Avoid a quick back swing.&lt;br&gt;5) Stay out of the water.&lt;br&gt;6) Try not to hit anyone.&lt;br&gt;7) If you are taking too long, please let others go ahead of you.&lt;br&gt;8) Don&amp;#39;t stand directly in front of others.&lt;br&gt;9) Quiet please ... while others are preparing to go.&lt;br&gt;10) Don&amp;#39;t take extra strokes.&lt;p&gt;Now, that&amp;#39;s very good. Flush the urinal, go outside, and tee off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;It was a sunny Saturday morning, and Jim was beginning his pre-shot&lt;br&gt;routine, visualizing his upcoming shot when a voice came over the&lt;br&gt;clubhouse loudspeaker: &amp;quot;Would the gentleman on the Ladies tee please&lt;br&gt;back up to the men&amp;#39;s tee, please!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Jim was still deep in his routine, seemingly impervious to the&lt;br&gt;interruption. Again the announcement: &amp;quot;Would the man on the women&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;tee kindly back up the men&amp;#39;s tee!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Jim had had enough. He shouted: &amp;quot;Would the announcer in the clubhouse&lt;br&gt;kindly shut up and let me play my second shot!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-2563163155653903350?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/qEEONscLRR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="11" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/WD3yuJDqaUY/god-jokes_20.html"&gt;GOD JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 20 Sep 2009 09:34 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;GOD JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;An elderly couple go to their doctor for a checkup. The man goes in&lt;br&gt;first. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you doing?&amp;quot; asks the doctor. &amp;quot;Pretty good,&amp;quot; answers the&lt;br&gt;old man. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m eating well, and I&amp;#39;m still in control of my bowels and&lt;br&gt;bladder. In fact, when I get up at night to pee, the good Lord turns&lt;br&gt;the light on for me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor decides not to comment on that last statement, and goes&lt;br&gt;into the next room to check on the man&amp;#39;s wife. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you feeling?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;he asks. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m doing well,&amp;quot; answers the old woman. &amp;quot;I still have lots&lt;br&gt;of energy and I&amp;#39;m not feeliing any pain.&amp;quot; The doctor says, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;nice. It sounds like you and your husband are both doing well.&lt;p&gt;One thing though - your husband said that when he gets up to pee at&lt;br&gt;night, the good Lord turns the light on for him. Do you have any idea&lt;br&gt;what he means?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh No,&amp;quot; says the woman, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s peeing in the&lt;br&gt;refrigerator again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Bill Clinton, Al Gore, and Bill Gates all died in a plane crash and&lt;br&gt;went to meet their maker.&lt;p&gt;The supreme deity turned to Al and asked, tell what is important about&lt;br&gt;yourself. Al responded that he felt that the earth was the ultimate&lt;br&gt;importance and that protecting the earth&amp;#39;s ecological system was most&lt;br&gt;important. God looked to Al and said, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come&lt;br&gt;and sit at my left hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then asked Bill Clinton what he revered most. Bill Clinton&lt;br&gt;responded that he felt people and their personal choices were most&lt;br&gt;important. God responded, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come and sit at&lt;br&gt;my right hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then turned to Bill Gates, who was staring at him indignantly. God&lt;br&gt;asked &amp;quot;What is your problem Bill Gates?&amp;quot; Bill Gates responded &amp;quot; I&lt;br&gt;think you are sitting in my chair&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;After God had created Adam he noticed that he looked very lonely. He&lt;br&gt;decided to help.&lt;p&gt;He said &amp;quot;Adam, I&amp;#39;ve decided to make you a woman. She&amp;#39;ll love you, cook&lt;br&gt;for you, be sweet to you, and understand you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam said &amp;quot;Great! How much will she cost me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The answer came back, &amp;quot;An arm and a leg.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; said Adam &amp;quot;what can I get for a rib?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary&lt;br&gt;school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.&lt;br&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: &amp;quot;Take only ONE. God&lt;br&gt;is watching.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was&lt;br&gt;a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between God and a social worker?&lt;p&gt;God doesn&amp;#39;t pretend to be a social worker.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Susie was watching her father, a pastor, write a sermon.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How do you know what to say?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why, God tells me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his&lt;br&gt;wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem&lt;br&gt;ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all&lt;br&gt;the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about&lt;br&gt;it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: &amp;quot;Next time you meet her&lt;br&gt;under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for&lt;br&gt;you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can&lt;br&gt;have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and&lt;br&gt;her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend&lt;br&gt;again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She&lt;br&gt;refused. So he said to her: &amp;quot;And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven,&lt;br&gt;would you follow his advise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, I would&amp;quot; she said. So he asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?&amp;quot; And the voice&lt;br&gt;from heaven said: &amp;quot;OK my friend, go ahead!&amp;quot; And so they had sex the&lt;br&gt;first time.&lt;p&gt;But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he&lt;br&gt;did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father&lt;br&gt;answered: &amp;quot;My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in&lt;br&gt;heaven have a go!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man, down on his luck, went into a church which catered to the&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;uppity&amp;quot;. Spotting the man&amp;#39;s dirty clothes a deacon, worried about the&lt;br&gt;churches image, went to the man and asked him if he needed help. The&lt;br&gt;man said, &amp;quot;I was praying and the Lord told me to come to this church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The deacon suggested that the man go pray some more and possibly he&lt;br&gt;might get a different answer. The next Sunday the man returned. The&lt;br&gt;deacon asked, &amp;quot;Did you get a different answer?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man replied, &amp;quot;Yes I did. I told the Lord that they don&amp;#39;t want me&lt;br&gt;in that church and the Lord said, &amp;#39;Don&amp;#39;t worry about it son; I&amp;#39;ve been&lt;br&gt;trying to get into that church for years and haven&amp;#39;t made it yet.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Your mama is so fat and old that when God said &amp;quot;Let there be Light&amp;quot;,&lt;br&gt;he told her to move her fat ass out of the way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-6795986699784939660?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/WD3yuJDqaUY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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she asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why, God tells me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-4061201723296212971?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/4061201723296212971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=4061201723296212971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/4061201723296212971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/4061201723296212971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-susie-jokes.html' title='LITTLE SUSIE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-2848680129123720748</id><published>2009-09-20T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:18:40.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES</title><content type='html'>LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny came home from school one day and went by his mom&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;room. The door was open, so he looked in and saw his mom lying on the&lt;br&gt;bed naked moaning and touching herself saying, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a man! I&lt;br&gt;need a man!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The next day, Little Johnny got home from school and saw his mom lying&lt;br&gt;on the bed naked with a naked guy on top of her. So Little Johnny ran&lt;br&gt;to his room, stripped down naked, and started to touch himself, while&lt;br&gt;moaning, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a bike! I need a bike!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day, Little Susie got her monthly bleeding for the first time in her life.&lt;p&gt;Not quite certain what was happening, and somewhat frightened, she&lt;br&gt;decided to tell Little Johnny. Little Susie dropped her panties and&lt;br&gt;showed Little Johnny what was happening.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s eyes opened wide in amazement. &amp;quot;You know,&amp;quot; he said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not a doctor, but it looks like someone just ripped your balls&lt;br&gt;off!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny was in church with his mom for Sunday Mass when he felt&lt;br&gt;a sudden barf attack impending. &amp;quot;Mom, I think I&amp;#39;m going to throw up!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;She told him, &amp;quot;I want you to run outside as fast as you can. Run&lt;br&gt;across the lawn and go behind the bushes. You can throw up behind the&lt;br&gt;bushes and nobody will see you.&amp;quot; So Little Johnny hauled ass for the&lt;br&gt;door. Less than a minute later, he returned to his seat next to his&lt;br&gt;mom. He had the look of obvious relief on his young face. &amp;quot;Did you&lt;br&gt;make it all the way to the bushes, Johnny?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t have to go that far, mom. Just as I got to the front door, I&lt;br&gt;found a box that had a sign on it: FOR THE SICK.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A father asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to know!&amp;quot; Little Johnny said, exploding and bursting&lt;br&gt;into tears. Confused, his father asked Little Johnny what was wrong.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh Pop,&amp;quot; Johnny sobbed, &amp;quot;for me there was no Santa Claus at age six,&lt;br&gt;no Easter Bunny at seven, and no Tooth Fairy at eight. And if you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;telling me now that grown ups don&amp;#39;t really have sex, I&amp;#39;ve got nothing&lt;br&gt;left to believe in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Sam: &amp;quot;Would you punish me for some thing I didn&amp;#39;t do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: &amp;quot;No, of course not.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sam: &amp;quot;Good, because I didn&amp;#39;t do my homework.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about&lt;br&gt;something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the&lt;br&gt;time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was&lt;br&gt;calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call upon little&lt;br&gt;Johnnie, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But&lt;br&gt;eventually his turn came.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnnie walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece&lt;br&gt;of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back&lt;br&gt;down. Well the teacher couldn&amp;#39;t figure out what Johnnie had in mind&lt;br&gt;for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that&lt;br&gt;was.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a period&amp;quot; reported Johnnie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well I can see that&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;but what is so exciting about a period.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damned if I know&amp;quot; said Johnnie, &amp;quot;but this morning my sister said she&lt;br&gt;missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted and the man&lt;br&gt;next door shot himself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local&lt;br&gt;corner market. The owner didn&amp;#39;t know what Johnny&amp;#39;s problem was, but&lt;br&gt;the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he&lt;br&gt;was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To&lt;br&gt;prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a&lt;br&gt;nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the&lt;br&gt;nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.&lt;p&gt;One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took&lt;br&gt;him aside and said &amp;quot;Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They&lt;br&gt;think you don&amp;#39;t know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you&lt;br&gt;grabbing the nickel because it&amp;#39;s bigger, or what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin&lt;br&gt;appeared on his face and he said, &amp;quot;Well, if I took the dime, they&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny wasn&amp;#39;t getting good marks in school. One day he&lt;br&gt;surprised the teacher with an announcement. He tapped her on the&lt;br&gt;shoulder and said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t start getting better grades, somebody is going to get a&lt;br&gt;spanking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s preschool class went on a field trip to the fire&lt;br&gt;station. The firefighter giving the presentation held up a smoke&lt;br&gt;detector and asked the class: &amp;quot;Does anyone know what this is?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s hand shot up and the firefighter called on him.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s how Mommy knows supper is ready!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. &amp;quot;Now class,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you&lt;br&gt;tell what fruit I&amp;#39;m talking about. Okay, first: it&amp;#39;s round, plump and&lt;br&gt;red.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely&lt;br&gt;ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered &amp;quot;An apple.&amp;quot; The&lt;br&gt;teacher replied, &amp;quot;No Deborah, it&amp;#39;s a beet, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Now for the second. It&amp;#39;s soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the&lt;br&gt;teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is it a peach?&amp;quot; Billy asks. &amp;quot;No, Billy, I&amp;#39;m afraid it&amp;#39;s a potato. But&lt;br&gt;I like your thinking,&amp;quot; the teacher replies. Here&amp;#39;s another: it&amp;#39;s long,&lt;br&gt;yellow, and fairly hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically.&lt;br&gt;The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. &amp;quot;A banana,&amp;quot; she says.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the teacher replies, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a squash, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got it: it&amp;#39;s round, hard, and it got a head on it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Johnny!&amp;quot; she&lt;br&gt;cries. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s disgusting!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; answers Johnny, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a quarter,&lt;br&gt;but I like your thinking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Sunday school teacher asked the children just before she dismissed&lt;br&gt;them to go to church, &amp;quot;And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied, &amp;quot;Because people are sleeping.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-2848680129123720748?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/2848680129123720748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=2848680129123720748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/2848680129123720748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/2848680129123720748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-johnny-jokes.html' title='LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-4502486215598628015</id><published>2009-09-20T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:15:36.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWYERS JOKES</title><content type='html'>LAWYERS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;If your wife and your lawyer were drowning and you had to choose,&lt;br&gt;would you go to lunch or to the cinema?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A lawyer is standing in a long line at the box office.&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, he feels a pair of hands kneading his shoulders, back, and&lt;br&gt;neck. The lawyer turns around. &amp;quot;What the hell do you think you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;doing?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a chiropractor, and I&amp;#39;m just keeping in practice while I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;waiting in line.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;m a lawyer, but you don&amp;#39;t see me screwing the guy in front of&lt;br&gt;me, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer&amp;#39;s club by mistake. The old legal&lt;br&gt;lions gave them a fight for their life and their money.&lt;p&gt;The gang was very happy to escape. &amp;quot;It ain&amp;#39;t so bad,&amp;quot; one crook noted.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We got $25 between us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The boss screamed: &amp;quot;I warned you to stay clear of lawyers ... we had&lt;br&gt;$100 when we broke in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The National Institutes of Health have announced that they will no&lt;br&gt;longer be using rats for medical experimentation. In their place, they&lt;br&gt;will use attorneys. They have given three reasons for this decision:&lt;p&gt;1. There are now more attorneys than there are rats.&lt;br&gt;2. The medical researchers don&amp;#39;t become as emotionally attached to the&lt;br&gt;attorneys as they did to the rats.&lt;br&gt;3. No matter how hard you try, there are some things that even rats won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil.&lt;p&gt;As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he&lt;br&gt;recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s unfair!&amp;quot; he cried. &amp;quot;I have to roast for all eternity, and that&lt;br&gt;lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up&amp;quot;, barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who are you to question that woman&amp;#39;s punishment?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you hear about the terrorists who took a courthouse full of lawyers hostage?&lt;p&gt;They threatened to release one every hour unless their demands were met.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you hear that the Post Office just recalled their latest Stamps?&lt;p&gt;They had pictures of lawyers on them and people couldn&amp;#39;t figure out&lt;br&gt;which side to spit on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man has a heart attack and is brought to the hospital emergency&lt;br&gt;room. The doctor tells him that he will not live unless he has a heart&lt;br&gt;transplant right away. Another doctor runs into the room and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re in luck, two hearts just became available, so you will get to&lt;br&gt;choose which one you want. One belongs to lawyer and the other to a&lt;br&gt;social worker&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The man quickly responds, &amp;quot;the lawyer&amp;#39;s&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The doctor says, &amp;quot;Wait! Don&amp;#39;t you want to know a little about them&lt;br&gt;before you make your decision?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man says, &amp;quot;I already know enough. We all know that social workers&lt;br&gt;are bleeding hearts and the lawyer&amp;#39;s probably never used his. So I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;take the attorney&amp;#39;s!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;An old man was on his death bed, and wanted to be buried with his&lt;br&gt;money. He called his priest, his doctor and his lawyer to his bedside.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s $30,000 cash to be held by each of you. I trust you to put&lt;br&gt;this in my coffin when I die so I can take all my money with me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At the funeral, each man put an envelope in the coffin. Riding away in&lt;br&gt;a limousine, the priest suddenly broke into tears and confessed, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;only put $20,000 into the envelope because I needed $10,000 to repair&lt;br&gt;the roof of the church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, since we&amp;#39;re confiding in each other,&amp;quot; said the doctor, &amp;quot;I only&lt;br&gt;put $10,000 in the envelope because we needed a new X-ray machine for&lt;br&gt;the pediatrics ward at the hospital which cost $20,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was aghast. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m ashamed of both of you,&amp;quot; he exclaimed. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;want it known that when I put my envelope in that coffin, I enclosed a&lt;br&gt;check for the full $30,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two lawyers are in a bank, when, suddenly, armed robbers burst in,&lt;br&gt;waving guns and yelling for everyone to freeze.&lt;p&gt;While several of the robbers take the money from the tellers, others&lt;br&gt;line the customers, including the lawyers, up against a wall, and&lt;br&gt;proceed to take their wallets, watches, and other valuables.&lt;p&gt;While this is going on, one of the lawyers jams something into the&lt;br&gt;other lawyer&amp;#39;s hand. Without looking down, the second lawyer whispers,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is this?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The first lawyer replies, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the $100 I owe you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you get when you cross a blonde and a lawyer?&lt;p&gt;1) There are some things even a blonde won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;br&gt;2) Something that when it gives you a blow job, it won&amp;#39;t stop until it&lt;br&gt;gets blood.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;George had responded to a call from his lawyer, insisting that they&lt;br&gt;meet at once. He arrived at his lawyer&amp;#39;s firm, and was ushered into&lt;br&gt;his office.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Do you want the bad news first or the terrible news?&amp;quot; the lawyer asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, if those are my choices, I guess I&amp;#39;ll take the bad news first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your wife found a picture worth a half-million dollars.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s the bad news?&amp;quot; George was stunned? &amp;quot;If you call that bad, I&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t wait to hear the terrible news.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The terrible news is that it&amp;#39;s of you and your secretary.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Trial. A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to&lt;br&gt;the stand in a trial, a grandmotherly, elderly woman. He approached&lt;br&gt;her and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Jones, do you know me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She responded, &amp;quot;Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I&amp;#39;ve known you&lt;br&gt;since you were a young boy. And frankly, you&amp;#39;ve been a big&lt;br&gt;disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate&lt;br&gt;people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you&amp;#39;re a&lt;br&gt;rising big shot when you haven&amp;#39;t the brains to realize you never will&lt;br&gt;amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across&lt;br&gt;the room and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She again replied, &amp;quot;Why, yes I do. I&amp;#39;ve known Mr. Bradley since he was&lt;br&gt;a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too,&lt;br&gt;has been a real disappointment to me. He&amp;#39;s lazy, bigoted, he has a&lt;br&gt;drinking problem. The man can&amp;#39;t build a normal relationship with&lt;br&gt;anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire&lt;br&gt;state. Yes, I know him.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called&lt;br&gt;both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with&lt;br&gt;menace, &amp;quot;If either of you asks her if she knows me, you&amp;#39;ll be jailed&lt;br&gt;for contempt!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Lawyer: &amp;quot;Judge, I wish to appeal my client&amp;#39;s case on the basis of&lt;br&gt;newly discovered evidence.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Judge: &amp;quot;And what is the nature of the new evidence?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Lawyer: &amp;quot;Judge, I discovered that my client still has $500 left.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dead skunk on the road and a dead&lt;br&gt;lawyer on the road?&lt;p&gt;There are skid marks in front of the skunk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;You find yourself stuck in a hole with a murderer, a rapist, and a&lt;br&gt;lawyer. You&amp;#39;re armed but you only have 2 bullets left, what do you do?&lt;p&gt;Shoot the lawyer. Twice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight&lt;br&gt;from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like&lt;br&gt;to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she&lt;br&gt;politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a&lt;br&gt;lot of fun. He explains &amp;quot;I ask you a question, and if you don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;the answer, you pay me $5, and visa-versa.&amp;quot; Again, she politely&lt;br&gt;declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, &amp;quot;Okay, if you don&amp;#39;t know the&lt;br&gt;answer you pay me $5, and if I don&amp;#39;t know the answer, I will pay you&lt;br&gt;$50!&amp;quot; figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the&lt;br&gt;match. This catches the blonde&amp;#39;s attention and, figuring that there&lt;br&gt;will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the distance from the&lt;br&gt;earth to the moon?&amp;quot; The blonde doesn&amp;#39;t say a word, reaches in to her&lt;br&gt;purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;p&gt;Now, it&amp;#39;s the blonde&amp;#39;s turn. She asks the lawyer: &amp;quot;What goes up a hill&lt;br&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?&amp;quot; The lawyer looks at her&lt;br&gt;with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all&lt;br&gt;his references. He taps into the&lt;br&gt;Airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of&lt;br&gt;Congress. Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and&lt;br&gt;friends he knows. All to no avail. After over an hour, he wakes the&lt;br&gt;blonde and hands her $50. The blonde politely takes the $50 and turns&lt;br&gt;away to get back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and&lt;br&gt;asks, &amp;quot;Well, so what is the answer!?&amp;quot; Without a word, the blonde&lt;br&gt;reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man went into a lawyer&amp;#39;s office, and demanded to see the lawyer. He&lt;br&gt;was escorted into the lawyer&amp;#39;s office.&lt;p&gt;The man needed legal help, but he knew how expensive lawyers could be,&lt;br&gt;so he inquired, &amp;quot;Can you tell me how much you charge?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Of course&amp;quot;, the lawyer replied, &amp;quot;I charge $500 to answer three questions.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t you think that&amp;#39;s an awful lot of money to answer three questions?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes it is&amp;quot;, answered the lawyer, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s your third question?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man charged with assault and battery insisted at his trial that he&lt;br&gt;had just pushed his victim &amp;quot;a little bit&amp;quot;. When he was pressured by&lt;br&gt;the prosecutor to illustrate just how hard, the defendant approached&lt;br&gt;the lawyer, slapped him in the face, grabbed him firmly by the lapels&lt;br&gt;and flung him over the table.&lt;p&gt;He then faced judge and jury and calmly declared, &amp;quot;I would say it was&lt;br&gt;about one-tenth that hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The local United Way office realized that it had never received a&lt;br&gt;donation from the town&amp;#39;s most successful lawyer. The volunteer in&lt;br&gt;charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute. &amp;quot;Our&lt;br&gt;research shows that out of a yearly income of more than $600,000 you&lt;br&gt;give not a penny to charity. Wouldn&amp;#39;t you like to give back to the&lt;br&gt;community in some way?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, &amp;quot;First, did your&lt;br&gt;research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and&lt;br&gt;has medical bills that are several times her annual income?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, &amp;quot;Um ... No.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Second, that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to&lt;br&gt;a wheel chair?&amp;quot; The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an&lt;br&gt;apology, but was cut off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Third, that my sister&amp;#39;s husband died in a traffic accident,&amp;quot; the&lt;br&gt;lawyer&amp;#39;s voice rising in indignation, &amp;quot;leaving her penniless with&lt;br&gt;three children?!&amp;quot; The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten,&lt;br&gt;said simply, &amp;quot;I had no idea ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, &amp;quot;... And I don&amp;#39;t give&lt;br&gt;any money to them, so why should I give any to you?!?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAWYERS VS ANAL SX JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LAWYER VS THE BLONDE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight&lt;br&gt;from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like&lt;br&gt;to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she&lt;br&gt;politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a&lt;br&gt;lot of fun. He explains &amp;quot;I ask you a question, and if you don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;the answer, you pay me $5, and visa-versa.&amp;quot; Again, she politely&lt;br&gt;declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, &amp;quot;Okay, if you don&amp;#39;t know the&lt;br&gt;answer you pay me $5, and if I don&amp;#39;t know the answer, I will pay you&lt;br&gt;$50!&amp;quot; figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the&lt;br&gt;match. This catches the blonde&amp;#39;s attention and, figuring that there&lt;br&gt;will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the distance from the&lt;br&gt;earth to the moon?&amp;quot; The blonde doesn&amp;#39;t say a word, reaches in to her&lt;br&gt;purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;p&gt;Now, it&amp;#39;s the blonde&amp;#39;s turn. She asks the lawyer: &amp;quot;What goes up a hill&lt;br&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?&amp;quot; The lawyer looks at her&lt;br&gt;with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all&lt;br&gt;his references. He taps into the&lt;br&gt;Airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of&lt;br&gt;Congress. Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and&lt;br&gt;friends he knows. All to no avail. After over an hour, he wakes the&lt;br&gt;blonde and hands her $50. The blonde politely takes the $50 and turns&lt;br&gt;away to get back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and&lt;br&gt;asks, &amp;quot;Well, so what is the answer!?&amp;quot; Without a word, the blonde&lt;br&gt;reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE HONEST LAWYER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MURDERER LAWYER RAPIST JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;You find yourself stuck in a hole with a murderer, a rapist, and a&lt;br&gt;lawyer. You&amp;#39;re armed but you only have 2 bullets left, what do you do?&lt;p&gt;Shoot the lawyer. Twice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAWYERS VS RATS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The National Institutes of Health have announced that they will no&lt;br&gt;longer be using rats for medical experimentation. In their place, they&lt;br&gt;will use attorneys. They have given three reasons for this decision:&lt;p&gt;1. There are now more attorneys than there are rats.&lt;br&gt;2. The medical researchers don&amp;#39;t become as emotionally attached to the&lt;br&gt;attorneys as they did to the rats.&lt;br&gt;3. No matter how hard you try, there are some things that even rats won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-4502486215598628015?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/4502486215598628015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=4502486215598628015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/4502486215598628015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/4502486215598628015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/lawyers-jokes.html' title='LAWYERS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-6042425907346383333</id><published>2009-09-20T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:12:24.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDGES JOKES</title><content type='html'>JUDGES JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Journalists Judges Juries&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Trial. A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to&lt;br&gt;the stand in a trial, a grandmotherly, elderly woman. He approached&lt;br&gt;her and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Jones, do you know me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She responded, &amp;quot;Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I&amp;#39;ve known you&lt;br&gt;since you were a young boy. And frankly, you&amp;#39;ve been a big&lt;br&gt;disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate&lt;br&gt;people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you&amp;#39;re a&lt;br&gt;rising big shot when you haven&amp;#39;t the brains to realize you never will&lt;br&gt;amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across&lt;br&gt;the room and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She again replied, &amp;quot;Why, yes I do. I&amp;#39;ve known Mr. Bradley since he was&lt;br&gt;a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too,&lt;br&gt;has been a real disappointment to me. He&amp;#39;s lazy, bigoted, he has a&lt;br&gt;drinking problem. The man can&amp;#39;t build a normal relationship with&lt;br&gt;anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire&lt;br&gt;state. Yes, I know him.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called&lt;br&gt;both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with&lt;br&gt;menace, &amp;quot;If either of you asks her if she knows me, you&amp;#39;ll be jailed&lt;br&gt;for contempt!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man charged with assault and battery insisted at his trial that he&lt;br&gt;had just pushed his victim &amp;quot;a little bit&amp;quot;. When he was pressured by&lt;br&gt;the prosecutor to illustrate just how hard, the defendant approached&lt;br&gt;the lawyer, slapped him in the face, grabbed him firmly by the lapels&lt;br&gt;and flung him over the table.&lt;p&gt;He then faced judge and jury and calmly declared, &amp;quot;I would say it was&lt;br&gt;about one-tenth that hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-6042425907346383333?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/6042425907346383333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=6042425907346383333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6042425907346383333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6042425907346383333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/judges-jokes.html' title='JUDGES JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-5260100837289599867</id><published>2009-09-20T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:03:09.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS JOKES</title><content type='html'>JESUS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft&lt;br&gt;voice say, &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you&amp;quot;. Thinking it was just his&lt;br&gt;imagination, he continued his search. Again the voice said &amp;quot;Jesus is&lt;br&gt;watching you&amp;quot;. He turned his flashlight around and saw a parrot in a&lt;br&gt;cage. He asked the parrot if he was the one talking and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; He asked the parrot what his name was and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Moses.&amp;quot; The burglar asked, &amp;quot;what kind of people would name a&lt;br&gt;parrot Moses?&amp;quot; The parrot said, &amp;quot;the same kind of people who would&lt;br&gt;name their pit bull Jesus&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Jesus came across an adulteress crouching in a corner with a crowd&lt;br&gt;around her preparing to stone her to death. Jesus stopped them and&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.&amp;quot; Suddenly a&lt;br&gt;woman at the back of the crowd fired off a stone at the adulteress. At&lt;br&gt;which point Jesus looked over and said, &amp;quot;Mother! Sometimes you really&lt;br&gt;TICK ME OFF!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-5260100837289599867?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/5260100837289599867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=5260100837289599867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/5260100837289599867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/5260100837289599867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-jokes.html' title='JESUS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-8915507829755987473</id><published>2009-09-20T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:01:10.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTELLIGENCE JOKES</title><content type='html'>INTELLIGENCE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you call a blonde with 2 brain cells?&lt;p&gt;Pregnant.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Ben invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother&lt;br&gt;couldn&amp;#39;t help noticing how beautiful Ben&amp;#39;s roommate was. She had long&lt;br&gt;been suspicious of a relationship between Ben and his roommate and&lt;br&gt;this only made her more curious.&lt;p&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she&lt;br&gt;started to wonder if there was more between Ben and the roommate than&lt;br&gt;met the eye. Reading his mom&amp;#39;s thoughts, Ben volunteered, &amp;quot;I know what&lt;br&gt;you must be thinking, but I assure you, Allison and I are just&lt;br&gt;roommates.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;About a week later, Allison came to Ben and said, &amp;quot;Ever since your&lt;br&gt;mother came to dinner, I&amp;#39;ve been unable to find the beautiful silver&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t suppose she took it, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Ben said, &amp;quot;Well, I doubt it, but I&amp;#39;ll write her a letter just to be sure.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;So he sat down and wrote: &amp;quot;Dear Mother, I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did&amp;#39; take&lt;br&gt;a gravy ladle from my house, and I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did not&amp;#39; take a&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since&lt;br&gt;you were here for dinner.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Several days later, Ben received a letter from his mother which read:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Dear Son, I&amp;#39;m not saying that you &amp;#39;do&amp;#39; sleep with Allison, and I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;not saying that you &amp;#39;do not&amp;#39; sleep with Allison. But the fact remains&lt;br&gt;that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;p&gt;Put her in a circular room and tell her to sit in the corner.&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde confuse you?&lt;p&gt;She comes out and says she did it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local&lt;br&gt;corner market. The owner didn&amp;#39;t know what Johnny&amp;#39;s problem was, but&lt;br&gt;the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he&lt;br&gt;was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To&lt;br&gt;prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a&lt;br&gt;nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the&lt;br&gt;nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.&lt;p&gt;One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took&lt;br&gt;him aside and said &amp;quot;Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They&lt;br&gt;think you don&amp;#39;t know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you&lt;br&gt;grabbing the nickel because it&amp;#39;s bigger, or what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin&lt;br&gt;appeared on his face and he said, &amp;quot;Well, if I took the dime, they&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Artificial Intelligence stands no chance against Natural Stupidity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you call it when a blonde dyes her hair brunette?&lt;p&gt;Artificial intelligence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between Bigfoot and an intelligent blonde?&lt;p&gt;There have actually been sightings of Bigfoot.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-8915507829755987473?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/8915507829755987473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=8915507829755987473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/8915507829755987473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/8915507829755987473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/intelligence-jokes.html' title='INTELLIGENCE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-2248323897546597534</id><published>2009-09-20T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:59:05.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORSE JOKES</title><content type='html'>HORSE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An attractive lady from Seattle was driving through a remote part of&lt;br&gt;Texas when her car broke down. A local on horseback came along and&lt;br&gt;offered her a ride to the nearest town.&lt;p&gt;She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was&lt;br&gt;pretty uneventful except that every few minutes the guy would let out&lt;br&gt;a &amp;quot;Whoop&amp;quot; so loud that it would echo from the surrounding hills. When&lt;br&gt;they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station,&lt;br&gt;yelled one final &amp;quot;Yahoo&amp;quot; and rode off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, what did you do to get him so fired up?&amp;quot; asked the service&lt;br&gt;station attendant.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; shrugged the woman, I merely sat behind him on the horse,&lt;br&gt;put my arms around his waist, and held onto his saddle horn so I&lt;br&gt;wouldn&amp;#39;t fall off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady,&amp;quot; the attendant said, &amp;quot;that guy was riding bareback ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Paddy and his two friends are talking at a bar. His first friend says:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with the electrician. The other&lt;br&gt;day I came home and found wire cutters under our bed and they weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;mine.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His second friend says: &amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with the&lt;br&gt;plummer the other day I found a wrench under the bed and it wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;mine.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Paddy says: &amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with a horse.&amp;quot; Both&lt;br&gt;his friends look at him with utter disbelief. &amp;quot;No I&amp;#39;m serious. The&lt;br&gt;other day I came home and found a jockey under our bed.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-2248323897546597534?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/2248323897546597534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=2248323897546597534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/2248323897546597534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/2248323897546597534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/horse-jokes.html' title='HORSE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-487277356287379660</id><published>2009-09-20T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:46:09.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Jokes</title><content type='html'>NO MORE BUSH&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Howard Dean&amp;#39;s wife held a press conference today where she announced&lt;br&gt;that until the election is over she will shave off all her pubic hair&lt;br&gt;and sit on stage with husband Howard, and wearing no panties.&lt;p&gt;Astounded reporters asked what the message was, to which she replied&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Read my lips. No more Bush&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHOW ME YOUR LEGS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl.&lt;br&gt;The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the&lt;br&gt;erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me&lt;br&gt;$1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their&lt;br&gt;wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs.&lt;br&gt;Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The&lt;br&gt;girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation&lt;br&gt;continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats.&lt;br&gt;Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you&lt;br&gt;where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and&lt;br&gt;points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the&lt;br&gt;distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MMM.....MM....GOOD&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A mother has 3 girls, they all got married, but she wants to know how&lt;br&gt;the sex is, so she says that after the night on the honeymoon, they&lt;br&gt;write a postcard saying how it went.&lt;p&gt;The 1st girl writes: M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;Puzzled, the women buys a pack of M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s and reads the slogan &amp;quot;It melts&lt;br&gt;in your mouth, not in your hand.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd girl writes: Campbell&amp;#39;s soup.&lt;p&gt;Again the mom buys some cambles soup and reads, &amp;quot;Mmm ... mmm ... good.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3 weeks pass and the 3rd girl finally writes: Ford&lt;p&gt;The mom goes to her ford jeep and reads &amp;quot;The best never stop.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOLF RULES FOR BEGINNERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Golf rules for beginners:&lt;p&gt;1) Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.&lt;br&gt;2) Form a loose grip.&lt;br&gt;3) Keep your head down.&lt;br&gt;4) Avoid a quick back swing.&lt;br&gt;5) Stay out of the water.&lt;br&gt;6) Try not to hit anyone.&lt;br&gt;7) If you are taking too long, please let others go ahead of you.&lt;br&gt;8) Don&amp;#39;t stand directly in front of others.&lt;br&gt;9) Quiet please ... while others are preparing to go.&lt;br&gt;10) Don&amp;#39;t take extra strokes.&lt;p&gt;Now, that&amp;#39;s very good. Flush the urinal, go outside, and tee off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JACK DANIELS VS BIG TITS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A small boy was lost at a large shopping mall. He approached a&lt;br&gt;uniformed policeman and said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve lost my grandpa&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The cop asked, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s he like?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The little boy replied, &amp;quot;Jack Daniels and women with big tits.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IRISH HARD DRINKER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd&lt;br&gt;of drinkers. He says, &amp;quot;I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10&lt;br&gt;pints of Guinness back-to-back.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan&amp;#39;s offer. One man even&lt;br&gt;leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up&lt;br&gt;and taps the Texan on the shoulder. &amp;quot;Is your bet still good?&amp;quot; asks the&lt;br&gt;Irishman.&lt;p&gt;The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of&lt;br&gt;Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint&lt;br&gt;glasses drinking them all back-to-back.&lt;p&gt;The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan&lt;br&gt;gives the Irishman the $500 and says, &amp;quot;If ya don&amp;#39;t mind me askin&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman replies, &amp;quot;Oh ... I had to go to the pub down the street&lt;br&gt;to see if I could do it first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CLUMSY IDIOT&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind. After a&lt;br&gt;relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to bed. So, both go to&lt;br&gt;their separate beds, however the man was not yet ready to slumber. The&lt;br&gt;man called over to his wife, &amp;quot;My little boopey-boo, I&amp;#39;m lonely.&amp;quot; So&lt;br&gt;the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband. On the&lt;br&gt;way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The husband with a&lt;br&gt;concerned look on his face says, &amp;quot;Oh, did my little honey-woney fall&lt;br&gt;on her little nosey-wosey?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man&amp;#39;s bed. The two make passionate&lt;br&gt;love and afterwards the women rolls out. As she is returning to her&lt;br&gt;bed, she once again catches her foot on the carpet and falls flat on&lt;br&gt;her face. The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the&lt;br&gt;floor and says, &amp;quot;Clumsy idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO STOP JERKING OFF&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man complained to his friend, &amp;quot;My elbow hurts. I better go to the doctor.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t do that,&amp;quot; volunteered his friend, &amp;quot;there&amp;#39;s a new computer at&lt;br&gt;the drugstore that can diagnose any problem quicker and cheaper than a&lt;br&gt;doctor. All you have to do is put in a urine sample, deposit $10, then&lt;br&gt;the computer will give you your diagnosis and plan of treatment.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man figured he had nothing to lose, so he took a sample of urine&lt;br&gt;down to the drugstore. Finding the machine, he poured in the urine and&lt;br&gt;deposited $10. The machine began to buzz and various lights flashed on&lt;br&gt;and off. After a short pause, a slip of paper popped out on which was&lt;br&gt;printed:&lt;p&gt;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water twice a day. Avoid&lt;br&gt;heavy labor. Your elbow will be better in two weeks.&lt;p&gt;That evening as the man contemplated this breakthrough in medical&lt;br&gt;science, he began to suspect fraud. To test his theory he mixed&lt;br&gt;together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples&lt;br&gt;from his wife and teenage daughter. To top it all off, he masturbated&lt;br&gt;into the jar. He took this concoction down to the drugstore, poured it&lt;br&gt;in the machine and deposited $10. The machine went through the same&lt;br&gt;buzzing and flashing routine as before then printed out the following&lt;br&gt;message:&lt;p&gt;Your tap water has lead. Get a filter.&lt;br&gt;Your dog has worms. Give him vitamins.&lt;br&gt;Your daughter is on drugs. Get her in rehab.&lt;br&gt;Your wife is pregnant. It&amp;#39;s not your baby. Get a lawyer.&lt;br&gt;And if you don&amp;#39;t stop jerking off your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;COMPUTERS VS AIR CONDITIONERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Computers are like air conditioners, they stop working properly if you&lt;br&gt;open Windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW TO HEAR CONFESSION-FOR PRIESTS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The new priest is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks the&lt;br&gt;older priest to sit in on his sessions. The new priest hears a couple&lt;br&gt;of confessions, then the old priest asks him to step out of the&lt;br&gt;confessional for a few suggestions.&lt;p&gt;The old priest suggests, &amp;quot;Cross you arms over your chest, and rub your&lt;br&gt;chin with one hand.&amp;quot; The new priest tries this.&lt;p&gt;The old priest suggests, &amp;quot;Try saying things like, &amp;#39;I see, yes, go on&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;and &amp;quot;I understand. How did you feel about that?&amp;quot; The new priest says&lt;br&gt;those things.&lt;p&gt;The old priest says, &amp;quot;Now, don&amp;#39;t you think that&amp;#39;s a little better than&lt;br&gt;slapping your knee and saying &amp;#39;No shit?!? What happened next?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO CONFUSE A BLOD&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;p&gt;Put her in a circular room and tell her to sit in the corner.&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde confuse you?&lt;p&gt;She comes out and says she did it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHOM TO FIRE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he&lt;br&gt;had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically&lt;br&gt;alter their life-style.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the&lt;br&gt;gardener.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;PROBLEMS WITH JOHNSON&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man is having problems with his Johnson which certainly had seen&lt;br&gt;better times. He consults a doctor who, after a couple of tests, says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry, but you&amp;#39;ve overdone it the last 30 years. Your dick is burned&lt;br&gt;out; you only have 30 erections left in your penis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man walks home (deeply depressed); his wife is already expecting&lt;br&gt;him at the front door and asks him what the doctor said concerning his&lt;br&gt;problem. He tells her what the doc told him. She says, &amp;quot;Oh no, only 30&lt;br&gt;times! We shouldn&amp;#39;t waste that. We should make a list!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;Yes, I already made a list on the way home. Sorry, your&lt;br&gt;name isn&amp;#39;t on it.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAD COW DESEASE 2&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A female reporter was conducting an interview with a farmer about Mad&lt;br&gt;Cow Disease. &amp;quot;Mr. Brown, do you have any idea what might be the cause&lt;br&gt;of the disease?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sure. Do you know the bulls only screw the cows once a year?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Umm, sir, that is a new piece of information, but what&amp;#39;s the&lt;br&gt;relationship between this and Mad Cow?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And did you know we milk the cows twice a day?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Brown, that&amp;#39;s interesting, but, what&amp;#39;s the point?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady, the point is this: if I&amp;#39;m playing with your tits twice a day,&lt;br&gt;but only screwing you once a year, wouldn&amp;#39;t you go mad, too?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WINDOWS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;How much do Windows cost?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Windows costs about $100.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s kind of expensive. Can I buy just one window?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor&lt;br&gt;told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax. The guy went to a&lt;br&gt;farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the&lt;br&gt;farmer to give him some job to do.&lt;p&gt;The farmer told him to clean the shit of the cows. The farmer thought&lt;br&gt;that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting&lt;br&gt;in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his&lt;br&gt;surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.&lt;p&gt;The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to&lt;br&gt;cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager&lt;br&gt;will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was&lt;br&gt;done.&lt;p&gt;The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the&lt;br&gt;farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one&lt;br&gt;box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes. At the end of&lt;br&gt;the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the&lt;br&gt;potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.&lt;p&gt;The farmer asked the manager: &amp;quot;How is that you made such difficult&lt;br&gt;jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager answered: &amp;quot;Listen, all my life I&amp;#39;m cutting heads and&lt;br&gt;dealing with shit, but now you ask me to make decisions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;POLITICIANS VS DIAPERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Politicians and diapers have one thing in common.&lt;p&gt;They should both be changed regularly ... and for the same reason.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER DIVORCE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-487277356287379660?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/487277356287379660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=487277356287379660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/487277356287379660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/487277356287379660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/hilarious-jokes.html' title='Hilarious Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-7067779021639773371</id><published>2009-09-20T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:43:07.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN JOKES</title><content type='html'>HEAVEN JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to&lt;br&gt;accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St.&lt;br&gt;Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man said, &amp;quot;Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an&lt;br&gt;affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all&lt;br&gt;over the apartment but couldn&amp;#39;t find him anywhere. So I went out onto&lt;br&gt;the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging&lt;br&gt;over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and&lt;br&gt;started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I&lt;br&gt;got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed&lt;br&gt;him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;St. Peter couldn&amp;#39;t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it&lt;br&gt;was a crime of passion, he let the man in.&lt;p&gt;He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. &amp;quot;Well, sir,&lt;br&gt;it was awful,&amp;quot; said the second man. &amp;quot;I was doing aerobics on the&lt;br&gt;balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped&lt;br&gt;over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below,&lt;br&gt;but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a&lt;br&gt;hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a&lt;br&gt;refrigerator on me!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really&lt;br&gt;start to enjoy this job.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died?&amp;quot;, he said to the third man in line.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;OK, picture this, I&amp;#39;m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In Computer Heaven:&lt;p&gt;The management is from Intel,&lt;br&gt;The design and construction is done by Apple,&lt;br&gt;The marketing is done by Microsoft,&lt;br&gt;IBM provides the support,&lt;br&gt;Gateway determines the pricing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Computer Hell:&lt;p&gt;The management is from Apple,&lt;br&gt;Microsoft does design and construction,&lt;br&gt;IBM handles the marketing,&lt;br&gt;The support is from Gateway,&lt;br&gt;Intel sets the price.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A LAWYERS HELL&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil.&lt;p&gt;As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he&lt;br&gt;recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s unfair!&amp;quot; he cried. &amp;quot;I have to roast for all eternity, and that&lt;br&gt;lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up&amp;quot;, barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who are you to question that woman&amp;#39;s punishment?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-7067779021639773371?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/7067779021639773371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=7067779021639773371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/7067779021639773371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/7067779021639773371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/heaven-jokes.html' title='HEAVEN JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-2563163155653903350</id><published>2009-09-20T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:38:49.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLF JOKES</title><content type='html'>GOLF JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whats the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver?&lt;p&gt;A bad golfer goes: WHACK ... &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! A bad Skydiver goes: &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! ... WHACK.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you know that O.J. Simpson, Monica Lewinsky, Ted Kennedy, and&lt;br&gt;President Bill Clinton are all avid golfers?&lt;p&gt;O.J.&amp;#39;s a slicer, Monica&amp;#39;s a hooker, Ted Kennedy can&amp;#39;t drive over&lt;br&gt;water, and Clinton can&amp;#39;t seem to hit the right hole!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity, looking up,&lt;br&gt;looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and&lt;br&gt;speed. He was driving his partner nuts. Finally his exasperated&lt;br&gt;partner says, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The guy answers, &amp;quot;My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse.&lt;br&gt;I want to make this a perfect shot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Forget it, man,&amp;quot; said his partner, &amp;quot;you don&amp;#39;t stand a snowball&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;chance in hell of hitting her from here!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3&lt;br&gt;golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home&lt;br&gt;from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his&lt;br&gt;dresser drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband said I&amp;#39;m sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every&lt;br&gt;time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the&lt;br&gt;drawer.&lt;p&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what&lt;br&gt;is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband replied&amp;quot; Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Golf rules for beginners:&lt;p&gt;1) Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.&lt;br&gt;2) Form a loose grip.&lt;br&gt;3) Keep your head down.&lt;br&gt;4) Avoid a quick back swing.&lt;br&gt;5) Stay out of the water.&lt;br&gt;6) Try not to hit anyone.&lt;br&gt;7) If you are taking too long, please let others go ahead of you.&lt;br&gt;8) Don&amp;#39;t stand directly in front of others.&lt;br&gt;9) Quiet please ... while others are preparing to go.&lt;br&gt;10) Don&amp;#39;t take extra strokes.&lt;p&gt;Now, that&amp;#39;s very good. Flush the urinal, go outside, and tee off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;It was a sunny Saturday morning, and Jim was beginning his pre-shot&lt;br&gt;routine, visualizing his upcoming shot when a voice came over the&lt;br&gt;clubhouse loudspeaker: &amp;quot;Would the gentleman on the Ladies tee please&lt;br&gt;back up to the men&amp;#39;s tee, please!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Jim was still deep in his routine, seemingly impervious to the&lt;br&gt;interruption. Again the announcement: &amp;quot;Would the man on the women&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;tee kindly back up the men&amp;#39;s tee!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Jim had had enough. He shouted: &amp;quot;Would the announcer in the clubhouse&lt;br&gt;kindly shut up and let me play my second shot!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-2563163155653903350?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/2563163155653903350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=2563163155653903350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/2563163155653903350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/2563163155653903350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/golf-jokes.html' title='GOLF JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-6795986699784939660</id><published>2009-09-20T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:34:10.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD JOKES</title><content type='html'>GOD JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;An elderly couple go to their doctor for a checkup. The man goes in&lt;br&gt;first. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you doing?&amp;quot; asks the doctor. &amp;quot;Pretty good,&amp;quot; answers the&lt;br&gt;old man. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m eating well, and I&amp;#39;m still in control of my bowels and&lt;br&gt;bladder. In fact, when I get up at night to pee, the good Lord turns&lt;br&gt;the light on for me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor decides not to comment on that last statement, and goes&lt;br&gt;into the next room to check on the man&amp;#39;s wife. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you feeling?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;he asks. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m doing well,&amp;quot; answers the old woman. &amp;quot;I still have lots&lt;br&gt;of energy and I&amp;#39;m not feeliing any pain.&amp;quot; The doctor says, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;nice. It sounds like you and your husband are both doing well.&lt;p&gt;One thing though - your husband said that when he gets up to pee at&lt;br&gt;night, the good Lord turns the light on for him. Do you have any idea&lt;br&gt;what he means?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh No,&amp;quot; says the woman, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s peeing in the&lt;br&gt;refrigerator again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Bill Clinton, Al Gore, and Bill Gates all died in a plane crash and&lt;br&gt;went to meet their maker.&lt;p&gt;The supreme deity turned to Al and asked, tell what is important about&lt;br&gt;yourself. Al responded that he felt that the earth was the ultimate&lt;br&gt;importance and that protecting the earth&amp;#39;s ecological system was most&lt;br&gt;important. God looked to Al and said, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come&lt;br&gt;and sit at my left hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then asked Bill Clinton what he revered most. Bill Clinton&lt;br&gt;responded that he felt people and their personal choices were most&lt;br&gt;important. God responded, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come and sit at&lt;br&gt;my right hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then turned to Bill Gates, who was staring at him indignantly. God&lt;br&gt;asked &amp;quot;What is your problem Bill Gates?&amp;quot; Bill Gates responded &amp;quot; I&lt;br&gt;think you are sitting in my chair&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;After God had created Adam he noticed that he looked very lonely. He&lt;br&gt;decided to help.&lt;p&gt;He said &amp;quot;Adam, I&amp;#39;ve decided to make you a woman. She&amp;#39;ll love you, cook&lt;br&gt;for you, be sweet to you, and understand you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam said &amp;quot;Great! How much will she cost me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The answer came back, &amp;quot;An arm and a leg.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; said Adam &amp;quot;what can I get for a rib?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary&lt;br&gt;school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.&lt;br&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: &amp;quot;Take only ONE. God&lt;br&gt;is watching.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was&lt;br&gt;a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between God and a social worker?&lt;p&gt;God doesn&amp;#39;t pretend to be a social worker.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Susie was watching her father, a pastor, write a sermon.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How do you know what to say?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why, God tells me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his&lt;br&gt;wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem&lt;br&gt;ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all&lt;br&gt;the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about&lt;br&gt;it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: &amp;quot;Next time you meet her&lt;br&gt;under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for&lt;br&gt;you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can&lt;br&gt;have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and&lt;br&gt;her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend&lt;br&gt;again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She&lt;br&gt;refused. So he said to her: &amp;quot;And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven,&lt;br&gt;would you follow his advise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, I would&amp;quot; she said. So he asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?&amp;quot; And the voice&lt;br&gt;from heaven said: &amp;quot;OK my friend, go ahead!&amp;quot; And so they had sex the&lt;br&gt;first time.&lt;p&gt;But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he&lt;br&gt;did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father&lt;br&gt;answered: &amp;quot;My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in&lt;br&gt;heaven have a go!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man, down on his luck, went into a church which catered to the&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;uppity&amp;quot;. Spotting the man&amp;#39;s dirty clothes a deacon, worried about the&lt;br&gt;churches image, went to the man and asked him if he needed help. The&lt;br&gt;man said, &amp;quot;I was praying and the Lord told me to come to this church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The deacon suggested that the man go pray some more and possibly he&lt;br&gt;might get a different answer. The next Sunday the man returned. The&lt;br&gt;deacon asked, &amp;quot;Did you get a different answer?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man replied, &amp;quot;Yes I did. I told the Lord that they don&amp;#39;t want me&lt;br&gt;in that church and the Lord said, &amp;#39;Don&amp;#39;t worry about it son; I&amp;#39;ve been&lt;br&gt;trying to get into that church for years and haven&amp;#39;t made it yet.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Your mama is so fat and old that when God said &amp;quot;Let there be Light&amp;quot;,&lt;br&gt;he told her to move her fat ass out of the way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-6795986699784939660?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/6795986699784939660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=6795986699784939660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6795986699784939660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6795986699784939660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-jokes_20.html' title='GOD JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-406394304550855756</id><published>2009-09-18T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:43:39.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jesus Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;                          h1 a:hover {background-color:#888;color:#fff ! important;}                          div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div ul {                                         list-style-type:square;                                         padding-left:1em;                         }                                  div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div blockquote {                                 padding-left:6px;                                 border-left: 6px solid #dadada;                                 margin-left:1em;                         }                                  div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div li {                                 margin-bottom:1em;                                 margin-left:1em;                         }                           table#itemcontentlist tr td a:link, table#itemcontentlist tr td a:visited, table#itemcontentlist tr td a:active, ul#summarylist li a {                                 color:#000099;                                 font-weight:bold;                                 text-decoration:none;                         }                                 img {border:none;}                   &lt;/style&gt; &lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" id="emailbody" style="margin:0 2em;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;table style="border:0;padding:0;margin:0;width:100%"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align:top" width="99%"&gt; &lt;h1 style="margin:0;padding-bottom:6px;"&gt; &lt;a style="color:#888;font-size:22px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;" href="http://thetopsexblog.blogspot.com/" title="(http://thetopsexblog.blogspot.com/)"&gt;A Jesus Joke&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?source=atgs&amp;amp;feedurl=http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheTopSexBlog"&gt; &lt;img style="padding-top:6px" alt="" border="0" src="http://gmodules.com/ig/images/plus_google.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="1%" /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:0;margin:0" /&gt; &lt;ul style="clear:both;padding:0 0 0 1.2em;width:100%" id="summarylist"&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#1"&gt;A Jesus Joke&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#2"&gt;Satan Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#3"&gt;God jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#4"&gt;Feel Good Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#5"&gt;Everyday Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#6"&gt;DRINKING JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#7"&gt;DOG JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#8"&gt;DOCTORS JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#9"&gt;DEBT JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#10"&gt;DEATH JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#11"&gt;CHILDREN JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="#12"&gt;Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;table id="itemcontentlist"&gt; &lt;tr xmlns=""&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="1" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/lrFIlSElcp0/jesus-joke.html"&gt;A Jesus Joke&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:29 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-5582772803759463611?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/lrFIlSElcp0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="2" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/5gJepw1tof8/satan-jokes.html"&gt;Satan Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:22 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;Get The Hell Out  Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just&lt;br&gt;won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One Dollar Bill at Church Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A one dollar bill met a twenty dollar bill and said, &amp;quot;Hey, where&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;you been? I haven&amp;#39;t seen you around here much.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The twenty answered, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve been hanging out at the casinos, went on a&lt;br&gt;cruise and did the rounds of the ship, back to the United States for a&lt;br&gt;while, went to a couple of baseball games, to the mall, that kind of&lt;br&gt;stuff. How about you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The one dollar bill said, &amp;quot;You know, same old stuff ... church,&lt;br&gt;church, church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;Divorce or Satan in Action Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;A gang of robbers Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer&amp;#39;s club by mistake. The old legal&lt;br&gt;lions gave them a fight for their life and their money.&lt;p&gt;The gang was very happy to escape. &amp;quot;It ain&amp;#39;t so bad,&amp;quot; one crook noted.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We got $25 between us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The boss screamed: &amp;quot;I warned you to stay clear of lawyers ... we had&lt;br&gt;$100 when we broke in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SATAN VS MYTHOLOGY&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanwire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satanwire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomofsatan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kingdomofsatan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Show me your leg-Eyes full of women Satan JOKES&lt;p&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl.&lt;br&gt;The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the&lt;br&gt;erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me&lt;br&gt;$1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their&lt;br&gt;wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs.&lt;br&gt;Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The&lt;br&gt;girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation&lt;br&gt;continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats.&lt;br&gt;Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you&lt;br&gt;where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and&lt;br&gt;points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the&lt;br&gt;distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://theofficialsatanblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theofficialsatanblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanjokes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satanjokes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://satan-online.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satan-online.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Infidelity Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3&lt;br&gt;golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home&lt;br&gt;from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his&lt;br&gt;dresser drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband said I&amp;#39;m sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every&lt;br&gt;time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the&lt;br&gt;drawer.&lt;p&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what&lt;br&gt;is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband replied&amp;quot; Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them.&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://templeofsatan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://templeofsatan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://king-satan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://king-satan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;F--UCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD JOKES&lt;p&gt;A bunch of guy&amp;#39;s were working on a 50 story construction site, a guy&lt;br&gt;working at the top acciddently knocked a brick off the 50th story,&lt;br&gt;when looking down he saw that his boss was in line for the brick to&lt;br&gt;land on his noggin and briskly yelled, &amp;quot;Falling Brick&amp;quot;. The boss&lt;br&gt;looked up after hearing the yell and moved to one side as the brick&lt;br&gt;crashed to the ground.&lt;p&gt;The boss looked up at the wroker and yelled, &amp;quot;A $100 bonus for you laddy&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Another guy working a floor below had observed what went down with the&lt;br&gt;brick and decided he&amp;#39;d have a go for a $100 bonus, the problem was he&lt;br&gt;was a bit of a stutterer, as he kicked the brick off the side of the&lt;br&gt;building he looked down and yelled with a loud voice,&lt;br&gt;fffffffffffffffff &amp;quot;FUCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-1726510074218020475?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/5gJepw1tof8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="3" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/9wg8Qw0e7OM/god-jokes.html"&gt;God jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:17 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;COMPUTER KNOWLEDGE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;TO HIDE FROM A POLICEMAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What not to say to the nice policeman:&lt;p&gt;Well, when I reached down to pick up my bag of crack, my gun fell off&lt;br&gt;my lap and got lodged between the brake pedal and the gas pedal,&lt;br&gt;forcing me to speed out of control.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VACCUUM SALESMAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A vacuum salesman appeared at the door of an old lady&amp;#39;s cottage and,&lt;br&gt;without allowing the woman to speak, rushed into the living room and&lt;br&gt;threw a large bag of dirt all over her clean carpet. He said, &amp;quot;If this&lt;br&gt;new vacuum doesn&amp;#39;t pick up every bit of dirt then I&amp;#39;ll eat all the&lt;br&gt;dirt.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman, who by this time was losing her patience, said, &amp;quot;Sir, if I&lt;br&gt;had enough money to buy that thing, I would have paid my electricity&lt;br&gt;bill before they cut it off. Now, what would you prefer, a spoon or a&lt;br&gt;knife and fork?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;STOP AND ASK DIRECTIONS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilise one egg?&lt;p&gt;They won&amp;#39;t stop to ask directions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW JERSEY HUNTER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them&lt;br&gt;falls to the ground. He doesn&amp;#39;t seem to be breathing, his eyes are&lt;br&gt;rolled back in his head.&lt;p&gt;The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency&lt;br&gt;services. He gasps to the operator: &amp;quot;My friend is dead! What can I&lt;br&gt;do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: &amp;quot;Just take it easy. I can&lt;br&gt;help. First, let&amp;#39;s make sure he&amp;#39;s dead.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy&amp;#39;s voice comes back&lt;br&gt;on the line. He says: &amp;quot;OK, now what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;ESKIMOS VS FRENCH&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the Eskimos have a thousand different words for &amp;quot;snow,&amp;quot; does this&lt;br&gt;mean the French have a thousand different words for &amp;quot;surrender?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO MANAGE A COMPANY&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A new manager spends a week at his new office with the manager he is&lt;br&gt;replacing. On the last day the departing manager tells him, &amp;quot;I have&lt;br&gt;left three numbered envelopes in the desk drawer. Open an envelope if&lt;br&gt;you encounter a crisis you can&amp;#39;t solve.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Three months down the track there is a major drama, everything goes&lt;br&gt;wrong - the usual stuff - and the manager feels very threatened by it&lt;br&gt;all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor and opens the&lt;br&gt;first envelope. The message inside says &amp;quot;Blame your predecessor!&amp;quot; He&lt;br&gt;does this and gets off the hook.&lt;p&gt;About half a year later, the company is experiencing a dip in sales,&lt;br&gt;combined with serious product problems. The manager quickly opens the&lt;br&gt;second envelope. The message read, &amp;quot;Reorganize!&amp;quot; This he does, and the&lt;br&gt;company quickly rebounds.&lt;p&gt;Three months later, at his next crisis, he opens the third envelope.&lt;br&gt;The message inside says &amp;quot;Prepare three envelopes&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEVER ARGUE WITH AN IDIOT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never argue with an idiot. They pull you down to their level, then&lt;br&gt;beat you with experience.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEST THING TO DO TO A POLITICIAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bus filled with politicians was driving through the countryside one&lt;br&gt;day, on the campaign trail. The bus driver, caught up in the beautiful&lt;br&gt;scenery,loses control and crashes into the ditch. A farmer living&lt;br&gt;nearby hears the horrible crash and rushes out to discover the&lt;br&gt;wreckage. Finding the politicians, he buries them.&lt;p&gt;The next day, the police come to the farm to question the man. &amp;quot;So you&lt;br&gt;buried all the politicians?&amp;quot; asked the police officer. &amp;quot;Were they all&lt;br&gt;dead?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The farmer answered, &amp;quot;Some said they weren&amp;#39;t, but you know how&lt;br&gt;politicians lie.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LITTLE JOHNNY AND THE MARKS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny wasn&amp;#39;t getting good marks in school. One day he&lt;br&gt;surprised the teacher with an announcement. He tapped her on the&lt;br&gt;shoulder and said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t start getting better grades, somebody is going to get a&lt;br&gt;spanking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SMACKING THE ASSHOLE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember, when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to&lt;br&gt;frown, but it only takes four muscles to extend your arm and smack the&lt;br&gt;asshole in the head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;IN A MEDICINE CLASS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lecturer teaching medicine was giving a classoom observation. He&lt;br&gt;took out a jar of yellow liquid. &amp;quot;This,&amp;quot; he explained, &amp;quot;is urine. To&lt;br&gt;be a doctor, you have to be observant of color, smell, sight, and&lt;br&gt;taste.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;After saying so, he dipped his finger into the jar and put it into his&lt;br&gt;mouth. His class watched in amazement, most in disgust. But being the&lt;br&gt;good students that they were, the jar was passed, and one by one, they&lt;br&gt;dipped their finger into the jar and put it into their mouths.&lt;p&gt;After the last student was done, the lecturer shook his head. &amp;quot;If any&lt;br&gt;of you had been observant, you would have noticed that I put my second&lt;br&gt;finger into the jar and my third finger into my mouth.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN WARM FOREVER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give a man a fish, he eats for a day.&lt;br&gt;Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime.&lt;br&gt;Give a man a fire, he&amp;#39;s warm for a day.&lt;br&gt;Set a man on fire, he&amp;#39;s warm for the rest of his life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW LAZY WOMEN COOK&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s preschool class went on a field trip to the fire&lt;br&gt;station. The firefighter giving the presentation held up a smoke&lt;br&gt;detector and asked the class: &amp;quot;Does anyone know what this is?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s hand shot up and the firefighter called on him.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s how Mommy knows supper is ready!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOOTBALL ADDICT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After spending all day watching football, Harry fell asleep in front&lt;br&gt;of the TV and spent the whole night in the chair. In the morning, his&lt;br&gt;wife woke him up.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Get up dear,&amp;quot; she said, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s 20 to seven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He awoke with a start and said, &amp;quot;In who&amp;#39;s favor?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE PSYCHO PATH&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do crazy people go through the forest?&lt;p&gt;They take the psycho path.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TRICKS TO HAVE SEXX WITH GOD FEARING GIRL&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all&lt;br&gt;the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about&lt;br&gt;it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: &amp;quot;Next time you meet her&lt;br&gt;under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for&lt;br&gt;you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can&lt;br&gt;have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and&lt;br&gt;her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend&lt;br&gt;again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She&lt;br&gt;refused. So he said to her: &amp;quot;And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven,&lt;br&gt;would you follow his advise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, I would&amp;quot; she said. So he asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?&amp;quot; And the voice&lt;br&gt;from heaven said: &amp;quot;OK my friend, go ahead!&amp;quot; And so they had sex the&lt;br&gt;first time.&lt;p&gt;But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he&lt;br&gt;did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father&lt;br&gt;answered: &amp;quot;My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in&lt;br&gt;heaven have a go!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;PRINCESS FROG&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A computer programmer happens across a frog in the road. The frog&lt;br&gt;pipes up, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m really a beautiful princess and if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;stay with you for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer shrugs his shoulders and&lt;br&gt;puts the frog in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, the frog says &amp;quot;OK, OK, if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll give&lt;br&gt;you great sex for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer nods and puts the frog back&lt;br&gt;in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, &amp;quot;Turn me back into a princess and I&amp;#39;ll give you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a whole year!&amp;quot;. The programmer smiles and walks on.&lt;p&gt;Finally, the frog says, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong with you? I&amp;#39;ve promised you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a year from a beautiful princess and you won&amp;#39;t even kiss&lt;br&gt;a frog?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a programmer,&amp;quot; he replies. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t have time for sex ... But a&lt;br&gt;talking frog is pretty neat.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A BAG FULL OF FRUITS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. &amp;quot;Now class,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you&lt;br&gt;tell what fruit I&amp;#39;m talking about. Okay, first: it&amp;#39;s round, plump and&lt;br&gt;red.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely&lt;br&gt;ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered &amp;quot;An apple.&amp;quot; The&lt;br&gt;teacher replied, &amp;quot;No Deborah, it&amp;#39;s a beet, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Now for the second. It&amp;#39;s soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the&lt;br&gt;teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is it a peach?&amp;quot; Billy asks. &amp;quot;No, Billy, I&amp;#39;m afraid it&amp;#39;s a potato. But&lt;br&gt;I like your thinking,&amp;quot; the teacher replies. Here&amp;#39;s another: it&amp;#39;s long,&lt;br&gt;yellow, and fairly hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically.&lt;br&gt;The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. &amp;quot;A banana,&amp;quot; she says.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the teacher replies, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a squash, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got it: it&amp;#39;s round, hard, and it got a head on it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Johnny!&amp;quot; she&lt;br&gt;cries. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s disgusting!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; answers Johnny, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a quarter,&lt;br&gt;but I like your thinking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOW YOU&amp;#39;RE FUC*KED&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was a prostitute on the beach without any arms or legs, and&lt;br&gt;crying. A man came along and asked her what the matter was. She tells&lt;br&gt;him that she has not been hugged before, so he picks her up and hugs&lt;br&gt;her.&lt;p&gt;The next day she is still there crying, the same man comes along and&lt;br&gt;asks her what the matter is. She tells him that she has not been&lt;br&gt;kissed before, so he picks her up and kisses her.&lt;p&gt;The next day she&amp;#39;s still there crying, and same man comes along again.&lt;br&gt;He asks her sternly what the matter is and she tells him that she has&lt;br&gt;not been fucked before. So the man picks her up, walks to the end of&lt;br&gt;the pier, and throws her in the sea and says: &amp;quot;Now you&amp;#39;re fucked.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU&amp;#39;RE NEXT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was younger I hated going to weddings. It seemed that all of my&lt;br&gt;aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in&lt;br&gt;the ribs and cackling, telling me, &amp;#39;You&amp;#39;re next.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;They stopped that shit after I started doing the same thing to them at&lt;br&gt;funerals.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-7667587628423384161?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/9wg8Qw0e7OM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="4" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/d29beCQVU-E/feel-good-jokes.html"&gt;Feel Good Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:14 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;Feel Good Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Programming is like sex:&lt;p&gt;One mistake and you have to support it for the rest of your life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SOCIAL WORKER VS MUGGER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A social worker is facing a mugger with a gun. &amp;quot;Your money or your&lt;br&gt;life!&amp;quot; says the mugger.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry,&amp;quot; the social worker answers, &amp;quot;I am a social worker, so I&lt;br&gt;have no money and no life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOTTERY JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just&lt;br&gt;won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAC JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MERITS OF HAVING A WIFE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PREPARE THE ENVELOPES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A new manager spends a week at his new office with the manager he is&lt;br&gt;replacing. On the last day the departing manager tells him, &amp;quot;I have&lt;br&gt;left three numbered envelopes in the desk drawer. Open an envelope if&lt;br&gt;you encounter a crisis you can&amp;#39;t solve.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Three months down the track there is a major drama, everything goes&lt;br&gt;wrong - the usual stuff - and the manager feels very threatened by it&lt;br&gt;all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor and opens the&lt;br&gt;first envelope. The message inside says &amp;quot;Blame your predecessor!&amp;quot; He&lt;br&gt;does this and gets off the hook.&lt;p&gt;About half a year later, the company is experiencing a dip in sales,&lt;br&gt;combined with serious product problems. The manager quickly opens the&lt;br&gt;second envelope. The message read, &amp;quot;Reorganize!&amp;quot; This he does, and the&lt;br&gt;company quickly rebounds.&lt;p&gt;Three months later, at his next crisis, he opens the third envelope.&lt;br&gt;The message inside says &amp;quot;Prepare three envelopes&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEETING RULES FOR MANAGERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) Never arrive on time, or you will be stamped a beginner.&lt;br&gt;2) Don&amp;#39;t say anything until the meeting is half over; this stamps you&lt;br&gt;as being wise.&lt;br&gt;3) Be as vague as possible; this prevents irritating the others.&lt;br&gt;4) When in doubt, suggest that a subcommittee be appointed.&lt;br&gt;5) Be the first to move for adjournment; this will make you popular -&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s what everyone is waiting for.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FREE HOTLINE 4 MATH PROBLEMS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Math problems? Call 1-800-[(10x)(13i)^2]-[sin(xy)/2.362x].&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MATHEMATICIANS VS PHISICIST&lt;p&gt;A mathematician and a physicist were asked the following question:&lt;br&gt;Suppose you walked by a burning house and saw a hydrant and a hose not&lt;br&gt;connected to the hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;br&gt;M: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;p&gt;Then they were asked this question: Suppose you walked by a house and&lt;br&gt;saw a hose connected to a hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would keep walking, as there is no problem to solve.&lt;br&gt;M: I would disconnect the hose from the hydrant and set the house on&lt;br&gt;fire, reducing the problem to a previously solved form.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CUTE MAP READING&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teacher of the earth science class was lecturing on map reading.&lt;p&gt;After explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees and minutes the&lt;br&gt;teacher asked, &amp;quot;Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23&lt;br&gt;degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east&lt;br&gt;longitude?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;After a confused silence, a voice volunteered, &amp;quot;I guess you&amp;#39;d be eating alone.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT SUCKS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day Microsoft makes something that doesn&amp;#39;t suck is probably the&lt;br&gt;day they start making vacuum cleaners.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt; HOW TO BECOME A GREAT WRITER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to&lt;br&gt;become a great writer.&lt;p&gt;When asked to define &amp;quot;great&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;I want to write stuff that the&lt;br&gt;whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly&lt;br&gt;emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain&lt;br&gt;and anger!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MICROSOFT TECH SUPPORT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A pilot is flying a small, single-engine, charter plane with a couple&lt;br&gt;of really important executives on board into Seattle airport. There is&lt;br&gt;fog so thick that visibility is 40 feet, and his instruments are out.&lt;br&gt;He circles looking for a landmark and after an hour, he is low on fuel&lt;br&gt;and his passengers are very nervous. At last, through a small opening&lt;br&gt;in the fog he sees a tall building with one guy working alone on the&lt;br&gt;fifth floor. Circling, the pilot banks and shouts through his open&lt;br&gt;window: &amp;quot;Hey, where am I?&amp;quot;. The solitary office worker replies:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re in an airplane.&amp;quot;. The pilot immediately executes a swift 275&lt;br&gt;degree turn and executes a perfect blind landing on the airport&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;runway five miles away. Just as the plane stops, the engines cough and&lt;br&gt;die from lack of fuel. The stunned passengers ask the pilot how he did&lt;br&gt;it. &amp;quot;Elementary,&amp;quot; replies the pilot, &amp;quot;I asked the guy in that building&lt;br&gt;a simple question. The answer he gave me was 100% correct but&lt;br&gt;absolutely useless; therefore, I knew that must be Microsoft&amp;#39;s support&lt;br&gt;office and from there the airport is three minutes away on a course of&lt;br&gt;87 degrees.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT WINDOWS CD&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic&lt;br&gt;messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will&lt;br&gt;install Windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAMILY OF MOLES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A family of moles had been hibernating all winter. One beautiful&lt;br&gt;spring morning, they woke up. The father mole stuck his head out of&lt;br&gt;the hole and looked around. &amp;quot;Mother Mole!&amp;quot; He called back down the&lt;br&gt;hole. &amp;quot;Come up here! I smell honey, fresh made honey!&amp;quot; The mother mole&lt;br&gt;ran up and squeezed in next to him. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s not honey, that&amp;#39;s maple&lt;br&gt;syrup! I smell maple syrup!&amp;quot; The baby mole, still down in the hole,&lt;br&gt;was sulking. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t smell anything down here but molasses ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-678719858472523727?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/d29beCQVU-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="5" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/X1guCQ57YGY/everyday-jokes.html"&gt;Everyday Jokes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:13 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;Everyday Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;OLD ITALIAN MAFIA DON JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he called his grandson to his&lt;br&gt;bed Grandson I wanta you to listen to me. I wanta you to take mya 45&lt;br&gt;automatic pistol, so you will always remember me. But grandpa I really&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t like guns, how about you leaving me your Rolex watch instead.&lt;p&gt;You lisina to me, some day you goin a be runna da bussiness, you goina&lt;br&gt;have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple od&lt;br&gt;bambino, some day you goina come hom and maybe finda you wife in be&lt;br&gt;with another man. Whata you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and&lt;br&gt;say, &amp;quot;TIMES UP&amp;quot;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO LOVE A WOMAN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, &amp;quot;It is time for&lt;br&gt;you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you&lt;br&gt;to kiss her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam answered, &amp;quot;Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?&amp;quot; So the Lord gave a&lt;br&gt;brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a&lt;br&gt;nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, &amp;quot;Thank you&lt;br&gt;Lord, that Was enjoyable.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And the Lord replied, &amp;quot;Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and&lt;br&gt;now I&amp;#39;d like you to caress Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam said, &amp;quot;What is a caress&amp;#39;? So&lt;br&gt;the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the&lt;br&gt;bush with Eve.&lt;p&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, &amp;quot;Lord,&lt;br&gt;that was even better than the kiss.&amp;quot; And the Lord said, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve done&lt;br&gt;well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam asked,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is &amp;#39;make love&amp;#39; Lord?&amp;quot;&amp;#39; So the Lord again gave Adam directions&lt;br&gt;and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he&lt;br&gt;reappeared in two seconds.&lt;p&gt;And Adam said, &amp;quot;Lord, what is a headache?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE ASSASSIN MANAGER JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor&lt;br&gt;told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax. The guy went to a&lt;br&gt;farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the&lt;br&gt;farmer to give him some job to do.&lt;p&gt;The farmer told him to clean the shit of the cows. The farmer thought&lt;br&gt;that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting&lt;br&gt;in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his&lt;br&gt;surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.&lt;p&gt;The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to&lt;br&gt;cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager&lt;br&gt;will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was&lt;br&gt;done.&lt;p&gt;The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the&lt;br&gt;farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one&lt;br&gt;box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes. At the end of&lt;br&gt;the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the&lt;br&gt;potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.&lt;p&gt;The farmer asked the manager: &amp;quot;How is that you made such difficult&lt;br&gt;jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager answered: &amp;quot;Listen, all my life I&amp;#39;m cutting heads and&lt;br&gt;dealing with shit, but now you ask me to make decisions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHATS A PERIOD JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about&lt;br&gt;something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the&lt;br&gt;time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was&lt;br&gt;calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call upon little&lt;br&gt;Johnnie, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But&lt;br&gt;eventually his turn came.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnnie walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece&lt;br&gt;of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back&lt;br&gt;down. Well the teacher couldn&amp;#39;t figure out what Johnnie had in mind&lt;br&gt;for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that&lt;br&gt;was.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a period&amp;quot; reported Johnnie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well I can see that&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;but what is so exciting about a period.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damned if I know&amp;quot; said Johnnie, &amp;quot;but this morning my sister said she&lt;br&gt;missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted and the man&lt;br&gt;next door shot himself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HONEYMOON JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mother has 3 girls, they all got married, but she wants to know how&lt;br&gt;the sex is, so she says that after the night on the honeymoon, they&lt;br&gt;write a postcard saying how it went.&lt;p&gt;The 1st girl writes: M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;Puzzled, the women buys a pack of M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s and reads the slogan &amp;quot;It melts&lt;br&gt;in your mouth, not in your hand.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd girl writes: Campbell&amp;#39;s soup.&lt;p&gt;Again the mom buys some cambles soup and reads, &amp;quot;Mmm ... mmm ... good.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3 weeks pass and the 3rd girl finally writes: Ford&lt;p&gt;The mom goes to her ford jeep and reads &amp;quot;The best never stop.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HURRICANES VS WOMEN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your&lt;br&gt;house and car with them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MATHEMATICIAN VS  PHYSICIST JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mathematician and a physicist were asked the following question:&lt;br&gt;Suppose you walked by a burning house and saw a hydrant and a hose not&lt;br&gt;connected to the hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;br&gt;M: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;p&gt;Then they were asked this question: Suppose you walked by a house and&lt;br&gt;saw a hose connected to a hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would keep walking, as there is no problem to solve.&lt;br&gt;M: I would disconnect the hose from the hydrant and set the house on&lt;br&gt;fire, reducing the problem to a previously solved form.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHO IS THE IDIOT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If there are any idiots in the room, will they please stand up&amp;quot; said&lt;br&gt;the sarcastic teacher.&lt;p&gt;After a long silence, one freshman rose to his feet.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now then mister, why do you consider yourself an idiot?&amp;quot; enquired the&lt;br&gt;teacher with a sneer.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, actually I don&amp;#39;t,&amp;quot; said the student, &amp;quot;but I hate to see you&lt;br&gt;standing up there all by yourself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLONDE VS COMPUTER JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a blonde and a computer?&lt;p&gt;You only have to put information into a computer once.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;VISITING AFGHANISTAN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visiting Afghanistan for a second time, a war correspondent noted that&lt;br&gt;since the fall of the Taliban, wives who used to walk ten paces behind&lt;br&gt;their husbands were now walking ten paces in front. The journalist&lt;br&gt;asked one of the men if this was a sign of growing equality.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot;, the man replied. &amp;quot;Land-mines.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KILLING VS FUCKIN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Killing for peace is like fucking for virginity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHY NOT TO KILL JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LAW OF PHILOSOPHY  JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The First Law of Philosophy: For every philosopher, there exists an&lt;br&gt;equal and opposite philosopher.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Second Law of Philosophy: They&amp;#39;re both wrong.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-6003377983420136883?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/X1guCQ57YGY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="6" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/Y9OSIogBKB0/drinking-jokes.html"&gt;DRINKING JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:11 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;DRINKING JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night, after a long evening of drinking, Jim was thrown out of the&lt;br&gt;bar as usual. On his way home he spotted a nun walking down the road.&lt;p&gt;After looking at her twice he ran over and tackled her, then proceeded&lt;br&gt;to beat the living shit out of her.&lt;p&gt;Some people passing by spotted this and called the police.&lt;p&gt;As the police were pulling him away in handcuffs he looked back and&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;I thought you&amp;#39;d be tougher than that, Batman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd&lt;br&gt;of drinkers. He says, &amp;quot;I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10&lt;br&gt;pints of Guinness back-to-back.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan&amp;#39;s offer. One man even&lt;br&gt;leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up&lt;br&gt;and taps the Texan on the shoulder. &amp;quot;Is your bet still good?&amp;quot; asks the&lt;br&gt;Irishman.&lt;p&gt;The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of&lt;br&gt;Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint&lt;br&gt;glasses drinking them all back-to-back.&lt;p&gt;The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan&lt;br&gt;gives the Irishman the $500 and says, &amp;quot;If ya don&amp;#39;t mind me askin&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman replies, &amp;quot;Oh ... I had to go to the pub down the street&lt;br&gt;to see if I could do it first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-4172692453056855249?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/Y9OSIogBKB0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="7" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/aNzquWLtY_0/dog-jokes.html"&gt;DOG JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:09 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;DOG JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft&lt;br&gt;voice say, &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you&amp;quot;. Thinking it was just his&lt;br&gt;imagination, he continued his search. Again the voice said &amp;quot;Jesus is&lt;br&gt;watching you&amp;quot;. He turned his flashlight around and saw a parrot in a&lt;br&gt;cage. He asked the parrot if he was the one talking and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; He asked the parrot what his name was and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Moses.&amp;quot; The burglar asked, &amp;quot;what kind of people would name a&lt;br&gt;parrot Moses?&amp;quot; The parrot said, &amp;quot;the same kind of people who would&lt;br&gt;name their pit bull Jesus&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A blind man and his seeing eye dog walked into a store. When he gets&lt;br&gt;in, he starts swinging his dog around.&lt;p&gt;Upset by this, the manager of the store demanded to know what he was doing.&lt;p&gt;The blind man calmly replied, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m just lookin&amp;#39; around.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dog howling on the back porch, and a&lt;br&gt;woman howling on the front porch?&lt;p&gt;The dog shuts up when you let it in.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A battle weary American soldier boarded a crowded train in in London&lt;br&gt;during the early days of post-WWII, only to discover he was unable to&lt;br&gt;find a place to sit. As he walked the length of the train, he noticed&lt;br&gt;a small white dog curled up on one of the seats. A large, well dressed&lt;br&gt;woman sat in the seat next to the dog. The man hovered near the seat,&lt;br&gt;hoping the woman would take the hint, but she pointedly ignored him.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Excuse me, Ma&amp;#39;am,&amp;quot; the soldier finally spoke, &amp;quot;Is this your dog?&lt;br&gt;Would you mind holding it on your lap so that I may sit down?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman raised her icy gaze to the young man and said in a haughty&lt;br&gt;British accent, &amp;quot;oh! You Americans. You are so rude.&lt;br&gt;Fluffy is in that seat, and i see no reason why she should give up her&lt;br&gt;comfort for you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The exhausted soldier nodded, picked up the small dog ... leaned over&lt;br&gt;... opened the window of the moving train and tossed the dog out. The&lt;br&gt;woman gaped and spluttered in horrified indignation, and the man&lt;br&gt;sitting across from her lowered his newspaper.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You Americans&amp;quot;, he said, &amp;quot;You drive on the wrong side of the road ...&lt;br&gt;you eat with the wrong fork ... and you just threw the wrong bitch out&lt;br&gt;the window.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A dog walks into this bar, jumps up on the stool and says to the&lt;br&gt;bartender, &amp;quot;Hey barkeep, it&amp;#39;s my birthday today. How &amp;#39;bout a free&lt;br&gt;drink?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The bartender turns, looks at the dog and nods his head, &amp;quot;Sure pal,&lt;br&gt;toilet&amp;#39;s right down the hall.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man complained to his friend, &amp;quot;My elbow hurts. I better go to the doctor.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t do that,&amp;quot; volunteered his friend, &amp;quot;there&amp;#39;s a new computer at&lt;br&gt;the drugstore that can diagnose any problem quicker and cheaper than a&lt;br&gt;doctor. All you have to do is put in a urine sample, deposit $10, then&lt;br&gt;the computer will give you your diagnosis and plan of treatment.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man figured he had nothing to lose, so he took a sample of urine&lt;br&gt;down to the drugstore. Finding the machine, he poured in the urine and&lt;br&gt;deposited $10. The machine began to buzz and various lights flashed on&lt;br&gt;and off. After a short pause, a slip of paper popped out on which was&lt;br&gt;printed:&lt;p&gt;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water twice a day. Avoid&lt;br&gt;heavy labor. Your elbow will be better in two weeks.&lt;p&gt;That evening as the man contemplated this breakthrough in medical&lt;br&gt;science, he began to suspect fraud. To test his theory he mixed&lt;br&gt;together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples&lt;br&gt;from his wife and teenage daughter. To top it all off, he masturbated&lt;br&gt;into the jar. He took this concoction down to the drugstore, poured it&lt;br&gt;in the machine and deposited $10. The machine went through the same&lt;br&gt;buzzing and flashing routine as before then printed out the following&lt;br&gt;message:&lt;p&gt;Your tap water has lead. Get a filter.&lt;br&gt;Your dog has worms. Give him vitamins.&lt;br&gt;Your daughter is on drugs. Get her in rehab.&lt;br&gt;Your wife is pregnant. It&amp;#39;s not your baby. Get a lawyer.&lt;br&gt;And if you don&amp;#39;t stop jerking off your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day, a blind man and his dog are walking down a street, they come&lt;br&gt;to a busy intersection, and the dog, ignoring the high volume of&lt;br&gt;traffic zooming by on the street, leads the blind man out into the&lt;br&gt;thick of traffic. This is followed by the screech of tires and horns&lt;br&gt;blaring as panicked drivers try desperately not to run the pair down.&lt;p&gt;The blind man and his dog finally reach the safety of the sidewalk on&lt;br&gt;the other side of the street, and the blind man pulls a cookie out of&lt;br&gt;his coat pocket, and offers it to the dog.&lt;p&gt;A passerby, having observed the near fatal incident, can&amp;#39;t control his&lt;br&gt;amazement and says to the blind man, &amp;quot;Why on earth are you rewarding&lt;br&gt;your dog with a cookie? He nearly got you killed!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The blind man turns partially in his direction and replies, &amp;quot;To find&lt;br&gt;out where his head is, so I can kick his ass.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-11548373039025836?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/aNzquWLtY_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="8" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/cIFWJfqUqko/doctors-jokes.html"&gt;DOCTORS JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 02:08 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;DOCTORS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An elderly couple go to their doctor for a checkup. The man goes in&lt;br&gt;first. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you doing?&amp;quot; asks the doctor. &amp;quot;Pretty good,&amp;quot; answers the&lt;br&gt;old man. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m eating well, and I&amp;#39;m still in control of my bowels and&lt;br&gt;bladder. In fact, when I get up at night to pee, the good Lord turns&lt;br&gt;the light on for me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor decides not to comment on that last statement, and goes&lt;br&gt;into the next room to check on the man&amp;#39;s wife. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you feeling?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;he asks. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m doing well,&amp;quot; answers the old woman. &amp;quot;I still have lots&lt;br&gt;of energy and I&amp;#39;m not feeliing any pain.&amp;quot; The doctor says, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;nice. It sounds like you and your husband are both doing well.&lt;p&gt;One thing though - your husband said that when he gets up to pee at&lt;br&gt;night, the good Lord turns the light on for him. Do you have any idea&lt;br&gt;what he means?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh No,&amp;quot; says the woman, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s peeing in the&lt;br&gt;refrigerator again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man went in for a Brain transplant operation and was offered a&lt;br&gt;choice of two brains by the surgeon. He could choose either the&lt;br&gt;Architect&amp;#39;s brain which would cost him &amp;#163;10,000 or the Politician&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;which was &amp;#163;100,000.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Does that mean that the politician&amp;#39;s brain is much better than the&lt;br&gt;Architect&amp;#39;s?&amp;quot; exclaimed the clearly puzzled man.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;not exactly&amp;quot; replied the surgeon, &amp;quot;the politician&amp;#39;s has never been used.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man has a heart attack and is brought to the hospital emergency&lt;br&gt;room. The doctor tells him that he will not live unless he has a heart&lt;br&gt;transplant right away. Another doctor runs into the room and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re in luck, two hearts just became available, so you will get to&lt;br&gt;choose which one you want. One belongs to lawyer and the other to a&lt;br&gt;social worker&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The man quickly responds, &amp;quot;the lawyer&amp;#39;s&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The doctor says, &amp;quot;Wait! Don&amp;#39;t you want to know a little about them&lt;br&gt;before you make your decision?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man says, &amp;quot;I already know enough. We all know that social workers&lt;br&gt;are bleeding hearts and the lawyer&amp;#39;s probably never used his. So I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;take the attorney&amp;#39;s!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;An old man was on his death bed, and wanted to be buried with his&lt;br&gt;money. He called his priest, his doctor and his lawyer to his bedside.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s $30,000 cash to be held by each of you. I trust you to put&lt;br&gt;this in my coffin when I die so I can take all my money with me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At the funeral, each man put an envelope in the coffin. Riding away in&lt;br&gt;a limousine, the priest suddenly broke into tears and confessed, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;only put $20,000 into the envelope because I needed $10,000 to repair&lt;br&gt;the roof of the church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, since we&amp;#39;re confiding in each other,&amp;quot; said the doctor, &amp;quot;I only&lt;br&gt;put $10,000 in the envelope because we needed a new X-ray machine for&lt;br&gt;the pediatrics ward at the hospital which cost $20,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was aghast. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m ashamed of both of you,&amp;quot; he exclaimed. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;want it known that when I put my envelope in that coffin, I enclosed a&lt;br&gt;check for the full $30,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor is going about his business, with a rectal thermometer tucked&lt;br&gt;behind his ear.&lt;p&gt;He goes into a staff meeting to discuss the days activities, when a&lt;br&gt;co-worker asks why he has a thermometer behind his ear?&lt;p&gt;In a wild motion he grabs for the thermometer, looks at it and&lt;br&gt;exclaims: &amp;quot;Damn, some asshole has my pen!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor had just finished a marathon sex session with one of his&lt;br&gt;patients. He was resting afterwards and was feeling a bit guilty&lt;br&gt;because he thought it wasn&amp;#39;t really ethical to screw one of his&lt;br&gt;patients.&lt;p&gt;However, a little voice in his head said Lots of other doctors have&lt;br&gt;sex with their patients, ... so it&amp;#39;s not like you&amp;#39;re the first ...&lt;p&gt;This made the doctor feel a little bit better until still another&lt;br&gt;voice in his head said, but then again ... they probably weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;veterinarians ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-9199912551642948819?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/cIFWJfqUqko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="9" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/5PV2gj1rxRw/debt-jokes.html"&gt;DEBT JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 07:11 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;DEBT JOKES&lt;p&gt;BEST TIME TO REPAY A DEBT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two lawyers are in a bank, when, suddenly,&lt;p&gt;armed robbers burst in, waving guns and yelling&lt;p&gt;for everyone to freeze.&lt;p&gt;While several of the robbers take the money from&lt;p&gt;the tellers, others line the customers, including the&lt;p&gt;lawyers, up against a wall, and proceed to take&lt;p&gt;their wallets, watches, and other valuables.&lt;p&gt;While this is going on, one of the lawyers jams&lt;p&gt;something into the other lawyer&amp;#39;s hand. Without&lt;p&gt;looking down, the second lawyer whispers, &amp;quot;What&lt;p&gt;is this?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The first lawyer replies, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the $100 I owe you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-6761550124348941661?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/5PV2gj1rxRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="10" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/fnQ4QRQzslc/death-jokes.html"&gt;DEATH JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 07:08 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;DEATH JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;If your wife and your lawyer were drowning and you had to choose,&lt;br&gt;would you go to lunch or to the cinema?&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;First guy proudly: &amp;quot;My wife&amp;#39;s an angel!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Second guy: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re lucky, mine&amp;#39;s still alive.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A life long supporter of the labour party was lying on his death bed&lt;br&gt;when he suddenly decided to join the Tory party. &amp;quot;But why?&amp;quot; asked his&lt;br&gt;puzzled friend, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re labour through and through… Why change now?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The man leaned forward and explained, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;d rather it was one of&lt;br&gt;them that died and not one of us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Do you know what the death rate around here is?&lt;p&gt;One per person.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The difference between sex and death is, death you can do alone and&lt;br&gt;nobody laughs at you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them&lt;br&gt;falls to the ground. He doesn&amp;#39;t seem to be breathing, his eyes are&lt;br&gt;rolled back in his head.&lt;p&gt;The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency&lt;br&gt;services. He gasps to the operator: &amp;quot;My friend is dead! What can I&lt;br&gt;do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: &amp;quot;Just take it easy. I can&lt;br&gt;help. First, let&amp;#39;s make sure he&amp;#39;s dead.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy&amp;#39;s voice comes back&lt;br&gt;on the line. He says: &amp;quot;OK, now what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A bunch of guy&amp;#39;s were working on a 50 story construction site, a guy&lt;br&gt;working at the top acciddently knocked a brick off the 50th story,&lt;br&gt;when looking down he saw that his boss was in line for the brick to&lt;br&gt;land on his noggin and briskly yelled, &amp;quot;Falling Brick&amp;quot;. The boss&lt;br&gt;looked up after hearing the yell and moved to one side as the brick&lt;br&gt;crashed to the ground.&lt;p&gt;The boss looked up at the wroker and yelled, &amp;quot;A $100 bonus for you laddy&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Another guy working a floor below had observed what went down with the&lt;br&gt;brick and decided he&amp;#39;d have a go for a $100 bonus, the problem was he&lt;br&gt;was a bit of a stutterer, as he kicked the brick off the side of the&lt;br&gt;building he looked down and yelled with a loud voice,&lt;br&gt;fffffffffffffffff &amp;quot;FUCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; snarled the tough old Navy Chief to the bewildered Seaman. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;suppose after you get discharged from the Navy, you&amp;#39;ll just be waiting&lt;br&gt;for me to die so you can come and piss on my grave.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Not me, Chief!&amp;quot; the Seaman replied. &amp;quot;Once I get out of the Navy, I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;never going to stand in line again!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-4833522761356023749?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/fnQ4QRQzslc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="11" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/AaL-tv-9_Ds/children-jokes.html"&gt;CHILDREN JOKES&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 18 Sep 2009 07:06 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;CHILDREN JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary&lt;br&gt;school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.&lt;br&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: &amp;quot;Take only ONE. God&lt;br&gt;is watching.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was&lt;br&gt;a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6007156142113945827-5209928580742391827?l=thetopsexblog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~4/AaL-tv-9_Ds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="12" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTopSexBlog/~3/vSMhTwNVF94/giorgia-palmas-hottest-tits-ever.html"&gt;Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 17 Sep 2009 07:05 PM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;                          h1 a:hover {background-color:#888;color:#fff ! important;}                          div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div ul {                                         list-style-type:square;                                         padding-left:1em;                         }                                  div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div blockquote {                                 padding-left:6px;                                 border-left: 6px solid #dadada;                                 margin-left:1em;                         }                                  div#emailbody table#itemcontentlist tr td div li {                                 margin-bottom:1em;                                 margin-left:1em;                         }                           table#itemcontentlist tr td a:link, table#itemcontentlist tr td a:visited, table#itemcontentlist tr td a:active, ul#summarylist li a {                                 color:#000099;                                 font-weight:bold;                                 text-decoration:none;                         }                                 img {border:none;}                   &lt;/style&gt; &lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" id="emailbody" style="margin:0 2em;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;table style="border:0;padding:0;margin:0;width:100%"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align:top" width="99%"&gt; &lt;h1 style="margin:0;padding-bottom:6px;"&gt; &lt;a style="color:#888;font-size:22px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-weight:normal;text-decoration:none;" href="http://girls24.blogspot.com/" title="(http://girls24.blogspot.com/)"&gt;Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?source=atgs&amp;amp;feedurl="&gt; &lt;img style="padding-top:6px" alt="" border="0" src="http://gmodules.com/ig/images/plus_google.gif" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="1%" /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;hr style="border:1px solid #ccc;padding:0;margin:0" /&gt; &lt;table id="itemcontentlist"&gt; &lt;tr xmlns=""&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom:0;line-height:1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin:1em 0 3px 0;"&gt; &lt;a name="1" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:18px;" href="http://girls24.blogspot.com/2009/09/giorgia-palmas-hottest-tits-ever.html"&gt;Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size:13px;color:#555;margin:9px 0 3px 0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 17 Sep 2009 10:11 AM PDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin:0;font-family:Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif;line-height:140%;font-size:13px;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com/2008/10/giorgia-palmas-hottest-tits-ever.html"&gt;Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-title"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FLOAT: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPsZczG-I/AAAAAAAAAws/1LqZ-gOLZcg/s1600-h/giorgia-palmas-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261417888840096738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPsZczG-I/AAAAAAAAAws/1LqZ-gOLZcg/s400/giorgia-palmas-06.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPlCavwjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/l-Y2vEdhkIo/s1600-h/giorgia-palmas-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261417762398388786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPlCavwjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/l-Y2vEdhkIo/s400/giorgia-palmas-02.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNKPrZNSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bfbJN8crD6c/s1600-h/giorgia-palmas-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261415103078151458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNKPrZNSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bfbJN8crD6c/s400/giorgia-palmas-01.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNDK34elI/AAAAAAAAAwU/__VEhjR8mMI/s1600-h/Giorgia+Palmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261414981529270866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNDK34elI/AAAAAAAAAwU/__VEhjR8mMI/s400/Giorgia+Palmas.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Country : Italy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Height : 171 cm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Measurements : 84-60-88&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Giorgia Palmas (born on 5 March 1982 in Cagliari, Sardinia) is an Italian television personality. She became famous by appearances in the Italian television show Striscia la notizia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Palmas began her career in the year 2000, winning second place at Miss World, losing out to Miss India Priyanka Chopra. In 2001, she was in Buona Domenica, as a microfonina. In 2002, she won the television show Veline, becoming the brunette velina, in pair with Elena Barolo, the new blonde velina. For two television seasons, 2002/2003 and 2003/2004, she was a velina in Striscia la notizia, gaining her a lot of popularity. After leaving Striscia la notizia she appeared in Italia 1 summer edition of Lucignolo, with Elena Barolo. In September of the same year she was in Rai 1 show, I Raccomandati. She was chosen to be testimonial of &amp;quot;Cotton Club&amp;quot; brand underwear. In February 2005, she appeared in a photoshoot on Max Magazine. In June 2005 she was in CD Live Estate on RAI 2. 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Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-5582772803759463611?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/5582772803759463611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=5582772803759463611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/5582772803759463611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/5582772803759463611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-joke.html' title='A Jesus Joke'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-1726510074218020475</id><published>2009-09-18T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:22:29.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan Jokes</title><content type='html'>Get The Hell Out  Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just&lt;br&gt;won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One Dollar Bill at Church Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A one dollar bill met a twenty dollar bill and said, &amp;quot;Hey, where&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;you been? I haven&amp;#39;t seen you around here much.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The twenty answered, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve been hanging out at the casinos, went on a&lt;br&gt;cruise and did the rounds of the ship, back to the United States for a&lt;br&gt;while, went to a couple of baseball games, to the mall, that kind of&lt;br&gt;stuff. How about you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The one dollar bill said, &amp;quot;You know, same old stuff ... church,&lt;br&gt;church, church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;Divorce or Satan in Action Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;A gang of robbers Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer&amp;#39;s club by mistake. The old legal&lt;br&gt;lions gave them a fight for their life and their money.&lt;p&gt;The gang was very happy to escape. &amp;quot;It ain&amp;#39;t so bad,&amp;quot; one crook noted.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We got $25 between us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The boss screamed: &amp;quot;I warned you to stay clear of lawyers ... we had&lt;br&gt;$100 when we broke in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SATAN VS MYTHOLOGY&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanwire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satanwire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomofsatan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kingdomofsatan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Show me your leg-Eyes full of women Satan JOKES&lt;p&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl.&lt;br&gt;The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the&lt;br&gt;erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me&lt;br&gt;$1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their&lt;br&gt;wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs.&lt;br&gt;Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The&lt;br&gt;girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation&lt;br&gt;continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats.&lt;br&gt;Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you&lt;br&gt;where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and&lt;br&gt;points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the&lt;br&gt;distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://theofficialsatanblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theofficialsatanblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanjokes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satanjokes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://satan-online.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satan-online.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Infidelity Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3&lt;br&gt;golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home&lt;br&gt;from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his&lt;br&gt;dresser drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband said I&amp;#39;m sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every&lt;br&gt;time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the&lt;br&gt;drawer.&lt;p&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what&lt;br&gt;is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband replied&amp;quot; Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them.&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://templeofsatan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://templeofsatan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://king-satan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://king-satan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;F--UCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD JOKES&lt;p&gt;A bunch of guy&amp;#39;s were working on a 50 story construction site, a guy&lt;br&gt;working at the top acciddently knocked a brick off the 50th story,&lt;br&gt;when looking down he saw that his boss was in line for the brick to&lt;br&gt;land on his noggin and briskly yelled, &amp;quot;Falling Brick&amp;quot;. The boss&lt;br&gt;looked up after hearing the yell and moved to one side as the brick&lt;br&gt;crashed to the ground.&lt;p&gt;The boss looked up at the wroker and yelled, &amp;quot;A $100 bonus for you laddy&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Another guy working a floor below had observed what went down with the&lt;br&gt;brick and decided he&amp;#39;d have a go for a $100 bonus, the problem was he&lt;br&gt;was a bit of a stutterer, as he kicked the brick off the side of the&lt;br&gt;building he looked down and yelled with a loud voice,&lt;br&gt;fffffffffffffffff &amp;quot;FUCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-1726510074218020475?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/1726510074218020475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=1726510074218020475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/1726510074218020475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/1726510074218020475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/satan-jokes.html' title='Satan Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-7667587628423384161</id><published>2009-09-18T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:17:16.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God jokes</title><content type='html'>COMPUTER KNOWLEDGE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;TO HIDE FROM A POLICEMAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What not to say to the nice policeman:&lt;p&gt;Well, when I reached down to pick up my bag of crack, my gun fell off&lt;br&gt;my lap and got lodged between the brake pedal and the gas pedal,&lt;br&gt;forcing me to speed out of control.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VACCUUM SALESMAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A vacuum salesman appeared at the door of an old lady&amp;#39;s cottage and,&lt;br&gt;without allowing the woman to speak, rushed into the living room and&lt;br&gt;threw a large bag of dirt all over her clean carpet. He said, &amp;quot;If this&lt;br&gt;new vacuum doesn&amp;#39;t pick up every bit of dirt then I&amp;#39;ll eat all the&lt;br&gt;dirt.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman, who by this time was losing her patience, said, &amp;quot;Sir, if I&lt;br&gt;had enough money to buy that thing, I would have paid my electricity&lt;br&gt;bill before they cut it off. Now, what would you prefer, a spoon or a&lt;br&gt;knife and fork?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;STOP AND ASK DIRECTIONS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilise one egg?&lt;p&gt;They won&amp;#39;t stop to ask directions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW JERSEY HUNTER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them&lt;br&gt;falls to the ground. He doesn&amp;#39;t seem to be breathing, his eyes are&lt;br&gt;rolled back in his head.&lt;p&gt;The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency&lt;br&gt;services. He gasps to the operator: &amp;quot;My friend is dead! What can I&lt;br&gt;do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: &amp;quot;Just take it easy. I can&lt;br&gt;help. First, let&amp;#39;s make sure he&amp;#39;s dead.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy&amp;#39;s voice comes back&lt;br&gt;on the line. He says: &amp;quot;OK, now what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;ESKIMOS VS FRENCH&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the Eskimos have a thousand different words for &amp;quot;snow,&amp;quot; does this&lt;br&gt;mean the French have a thousand different words for &amp;quot;surrender?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO MANAGE A COMPANY&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A new manager spends a week at his new office with the manager he is&lt;br&gt;replacing. On the last day the departing manager tells him, &amp;quot;I have&lt;br&gt;left three numbered envelopes in the desk drawer. Open an envelope if&lt;br&gt;you encounter a crisis you can&amp;#39;t solve.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Three months down the track there is a major drama, everything goes&lt;br&gt;wrong - the usual stuff - and the manager feels very threatened by it&lt;br&gt;all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor and opens the&lt;br&gt;first envelope. The message inside says &amp;quot;Blame your predecessor!&amp;quot; He&lt;br&gt;does this and gets off the hook.&lt;p&gt;About half a year later, the company is experiencing a dip in sales,&lt;br&gt;combined with serious product problems. The manager quickly opens the&lt;br&gt;second envelope. The message read, &amp;quot;Reorganize!&amp;quot; This he does, and the&lt;br&gt;company quickly rebounds.&lt;p&gt;Three months later, at his next crisis, he opens the third envelope.&lt;br&gt;The message inside says &amp;quot;Prepare three envelopes&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEVER ARGUE WITH AN IDIOT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never argue with an idiot. They pull you down to their level, then&lt;br&gt;beat you with experience.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEST THING TO DO TO A POLITICIAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bus filled with politicians was driving through the countryside one&lt;br&gt;day, on the campaign trail. The bus driver, caught up in the beautiful&lt;br&gt;scenery,loses control and crashes into the ditch. A farmer living&lt;br&gt;nearby hears the horrible crash and rushes out to discover the&lt;br&gt;wreckage. Finding the politicians, he buries them.&lt;p&gt;The next day, the police come to the farm to question the man. &amp;quot;So you&lt;br&gt;buried all the politicians?&amp;quot; asked the police officer. &amp;quot;Were they all&lt;br&gt;dead?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The farmer answered, &amp;quot;Some said they weren&amp;#39;t, but you know how&lt;br&gt;politicians lie.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LITTLE JOHNNY AND THE MARKS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny wasn&amp;#39;t getting good marks in school. One day he&lt;br&gt;surprised the teacher with an announcement. He tapped her on the&lt;br&gt;shoulder and said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t start getting better grades, somebody is going to get a&lt;br&gt;spanking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SMACKING THE ASSHOLE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember, when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to&lt;br&gt;frown, but it only takes four muscles to extend your arm and smack the&lt;br&gt;asshole in the head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;IN A MEDICINE CLASS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lecturer teaching medicine was giving a classoom observation. He&lt;br&gt;took out a jar of yellow liquid. &amp;quot;This,&amp;quot; he explained, &amp;quot;is urine. To&lt;br&gt;be a doctor, you have to be observant of color, smell, sight, and&lt;br&gt;taste.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;After saying so, he dipped his finger into the jar and put it into his&lt;br&gt;mouth. His class watched in amazement, most in disgust. But being the&lt;br&gt;good students that they were, the jar was passed, and one by one, they&lt;br&gt;dipped their finger into the jar and put it into their mouths.&lt;p&gt;After the last student was done, the lecturer shook his head. &amp;quot;If any&lt;br&gt;of you had been observant, you would have noticed that I put my second&lt;br&gt;finger into the jar and my third finger into my mouth.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN WARM FOREVER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give a man a fish, he eats for a day.&lt;br&gt;Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime.&lt;br&gt;Give a man a fire, he&amp;#39;s warm for a day.&lt;br&gt;Set a man on fire, he&amp;#39;s warm for the rest of his life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW LAZY WOMEN COOK&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s preschool class went on a field trip to the fire&lt;br&gt;station. The firefighter giving the presentation held up a smoke&lt;br&gt;detector and asked the class: &amp;quot;Does anyone know what this is?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s hand shot up and the firefighter called on him.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s how Mommy knows supper is ready!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOOTBALL ADDICT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After spending all day watching football, Harry fell asleep in front&lt;br&gt;of the TV and spent the whole night in the chair. In the morning, his&lt;br&gt;wife woke him up.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Get up dear,&amp;quot; she said, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s 20 to seven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He awoke with a start and said, &amp;quot;In who&amp;#39;s favor?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE PSYCHO PATH&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do crazy people go through the forest?&lt;p&gt;They take the psycho path.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TRICKS TO HAVE SEXX WITH GOD FEARING GIRL&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all&lt;br&gt;the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about&lt;br&gt;it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: &amp;quot;Next time you meet her&lt;br&gt;under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for&lt;br&gt;you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can&lt;br&gt;have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and&lt;br&gt;her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend&lt;br&gt;again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She&lt;br&gt;refused. So he said to her: &amp;quot;And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven,&lt;br&gt;would you follow his advise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, I would&amp;quot; she said. So he asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?&amp;quot; And the voice&lt;br&gt;from heaven said: &amp;quot;OK my friend, go ahead!&amp;quot; And so they had sex the&lt;br&gt;first time.&lt;p&gt;But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he&lt;br&gt;did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father&lt;br&gt;answered: &amp;quot;My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in&lt;br&gt;heaven have a go!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;PRINCESS FROG&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A computer programmer happens across a frog in the road. The frog&lt;br&gt;pipes up, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m really a beautiful princess and if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;stay with you for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer shrugs his shoulders and&lt;br&gt;puts the frog in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, the frog says &amp;quot;OK, OK, if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll give&lt;br&gt;you great sex for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer nods and puts the frog back&lt;br&gt;in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, &amp;quot;Turn me back into a princess and I&amp;#39;ll give you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a whole year!&amp;quot;. The programmer smiles and walks on.&lt;p&gt;Finally, the frog says, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong with you? I&amp;#39;ve promised you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a year from a beautiful princess and you won&amp;#39;t even kiss&lt;br&gt;a frog?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a programmer,&amp;quot; he replies. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t have time for sex ... But a&lt;br&gt;talking frog is pretty neat.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A BAG FULL OF FRUITS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. &amp;quot;Now class,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you&lt;br&gt;tell what fruit I&amp;#39;m talking about. Okay, first: it&amp;#39;s round, plump and&lt;br&gt;red.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely&lt;br&gt;ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered &amp;quot;An apple.&amp;quot; The&lt;br&gt;teacher replied, &amp;quot;No Deborah, it&amp;#39;s a beet, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Now for the second. It&amp;#39;s soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the&lt;br&gt;teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is it a peach?&amp;quot; Billy asks. &amp;quot;No, Billy, I&amp;#39;m afraid it&amp;#39;s a potato. But&lt;br&gt;I like your thinking,&amp;quot; the teacher replies. Here&amp;#39;s another: it&amp;#39;s long,&lt;br&gt;yellow, and fairly hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically.&lt;br&gt;The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. &amp;quot;A banana,&amp;quot; she says.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the teacher replies, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a squash, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got it: it&amp;#39;s round, hard, and it got a head on it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Johnny!&amp;quot; she&lt;br&gt;cries. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s disgusting!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; answers Johnny, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a quarter,&lt;br&gt;but I like your thinking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOW YOU&amp;#39;RE FUC*KED&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was a prostitute on the beach without any arms or legs, and&lt;br&gt;crying. A man came along and asked her what the matter was. She tells&lt;br&gt;him that she has not been hugged before, so he picks her up and hugs&lt;br&gt;her.&lt;p&gt;The next day she is still there crying, the same man comes along and&lt;br&gt;asks her what the matter is. She tells him that she has not been&lt;br&gt;kissed before, so he picks her up and kisses her.&lt;p&gt;The next day she&amp;#39;s still there crying, and same man comes along again.&lt;br&gt;He asks her sternly what the matter is and she tells him that she has&lt;br&gt;not been fucked before. So the man picks her up, walks to the end of&lt;br&gt;the pier, and throws her in the sea and says: &amp;quot;Now you&amp;#39;re fucked.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU&amp;#39;RE NEXT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was younger I hated going to weddings. It seemed that all of my&lt;br&gt;aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in&lt;br&gt;the ribs and cackling, telling me, &amp;#39;You&amp;#39;re next.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;They stopped that shit after I started doing the same thing to them at&lt;br&gt;funerals.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-7667587628423384161?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/7667587628423384161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=7667587628423384161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/7667587628423384161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/7667587628423384161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-jokes.html' title='God jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-678719858472523727</id><published>2009-09-18T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:22:20.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Jokes</title><content type='html'>Feel Good Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Programming is like sex:&lt;p&gt;One mistake and you have to support it for the rest of your life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SOCIAL WORKER VS MUGGER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A social worker is facing a mugger with a gun. &amp;quot;Your money or your&lt;br&gt;life!&amp;quot; says the mugger.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry,&amp;quot; the social worker answers, &amp;quot;I am a social worker, so I&lt;br&gt;have no money and no life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOTTERY JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just&lt;br&gt;won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAC JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MERITS OF HAVING A WIFE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PREPARE THE ENVELOPES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A new manager spends a week at his new office with the manager he is&lt;br&gt;replacing. On the last day the departing manager tells him, &amp;quot;I have&lt;br&gt;left three numbered envelopes in the desk drawer. Open an envelope if&lt;br&gt;you encounter a crisis you can&amp;#39;t solve.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Three months down the track there is a major drama, everything goes&lt;br&gt;wrong - the usual stuff - and the manager feels very threatened by it&lt;br&gt;all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor and opens the&lt;br&gt;first envelope. The message inside says &amp;quot;Blame your predecessor!&amp;quot; He&lt;br&gt;does this and gets off the hook.&lt;p&gt;About half a year later, the company is experiencing a dip in sales,&lt;br&gt;combined with serious product problems. The manager quickly opens the&lt;br&gt;second envelope. The message read, &amp;quot;Reorganize!&amp;quot; This he does, and the&lt;br&gt;company quickly rebounds.&lt;p&gt;Three months later, at his next crisis, he opens the third envelope.&lt;br&gt;The message inside says &amp;quot;Prepare three envelopes&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEETING RULES FOR MANAGERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) Never arrive on time, or you will be stamped a beginner.&lt;br&gt;2) Don&amp;#39;t say anything until the meeting is half over; this stamps you&lt;br&gt;as being wise.&lt;br&gt;3) Be as vague as possible; this prevents irritating the others.&lt;br&gt;4) When in doubt, suggest that a subcommittee be appointed.&lt;br&gt;5) Be the first to move for adjournment; this will make you popular -&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s what everyone is waiting for.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FREE HOTLINE 4 MATH PROBLEMS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Math problems? Call 1-800-[(10x)(13i)^2]-[sin(xy)/2.362x].&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MATHEMATICIANS VS PHISICIST&lt;p&gt;A mathematician and a physicist were asked the following question:&lt;br&gt;Suppose you walked by a burning house and saw a hydrant and a hose not&lt;br&gt;connected to the hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;br&gt;M: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;p&gt;Then they were asked this question: Suppose you walked by a house and&lt;br&gt;saw a hose connected to a hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would keep walking, as there is no problem to solve.&lt;br&gt;M: I would disconnect the hose from the hydrant and set the house on&lt;br&gt;fire, reducing the problem to a previously solved form.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CUTE MAP READING&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teacher of the earth science class was lecturing on map reading.&lt;p&gt;After explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees and minutes the&lt;br&gt;teacher asked, &amp;quot;Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23&lt;br&gt;degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east&lt;br&gt;longitude?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;After a confused silence, a voice volunteered, &amp;quot;I guess you&amp;#39;d be eating alone.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT SUCKS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day Microsoft makes something that doesn&amp;#39;t suck is probably the&lt;br&gt;day they start making vacuum cleaners.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt; HOW TO BECOME A GREAT WRITER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to&lt;br&gt;become a great writer.&lt;p&gt;When asked to define &amp;quot;great&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;I want to write stuff that the&lt;br&gt;whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly&lt;br&gt;emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain&lt;br&gt;and anger!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MICROSOFT TECH SUPPORT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A pilot is flying a small, single-engine, charter plane with a couple&lt;br&gt;of really important executives on board into Seattle airport. There is&lt;br&gt;fog so thick that visibility is 40 feet, and his instruments are out.&lt;br&gt;He circles looking for a landmark and after an hour, he is low on fuel&lt;br&gt;and his passengers are very nervous. At last, through a small opening&lt;br&gt;in the fog he sees a tall building with one guy working alone on the&lt;br&gt;fifth floor. Circling, the pilot banks and shouts through his open&lt;br&gt;window: &amp;quot;Hey, where am I?&amp;quot;. The solitary office worker replies:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re in an airplane.&amp;quot;. The pilot immediately executes a swift 275&lt;br&gt;degree turn and executes a perfect blind landing on the airport&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;runway five miles away. Just as the plane stops, the engines cough and&lt;br&gt;die from lack of fuel. The stunned passengers ask the pilot how he did&lt;br&gt;it. &amp;quot;Elementary,&amp;quot; replies the pilot, &amp;quot;I asked the guy in that building&lt;br&gt;a simple question. The answer he gave me was 100% correct but&lt;br&gt;absolutely useless; therefore, I knew that must be Microsoft&amp;#39;s support&lt;br&gt;office and from there the airport is three minutes away on a course of&lt;br&gt;87 degrees.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT WINDOWS CD&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic&lt;br&gt;messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will&lt;br&gt;install Windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAMILY OF MOLES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A family of moles had been hibernating all winter. One beautiful&lt;br&gt;spring morning, they woke up. The father mole stuck his head out of&lt;br&gt;the hole and looked around. &amp;quot;Mother Mole!&amp;quot; He called back down the&lt;br&gt;hole. &amp;quot;Come up here! I smell honey, fresh made honey!&amp;quot; The mother mole&lt;br&gt;ran up and squeezed in next to him. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s not honey, that&amp;#39;s maple&lt;br&gt;syrup! I smell maple syrup!&amp;quot; The baby mole, still down in the hole,&lt;br&gt;was sulking. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t smell anything down here but molasses ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-678719858472523727?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/678719858472523727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=678719858472523727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/678719858472523727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/678719858472523727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-good-jokes.html' title='Feel Good Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-6003377983420136883</id><published>2009-09-18T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:13:20.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Jokes</title><content type='html'>Everyday Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;OLD ITALIAN MAFIA DON JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he called his grandson to his&lt;br&gt;bed Grandson I wanta you to listen to me. I wanta you to take mya 45&lt;br&gt;automatic pistol, so you will always remember me. But grandpa I really&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t like guns, how about you leaving me your Rolex watch instead.&lt;p&gt;You lisina to me, some day you goin a be runna da bussiness, you goina&lt;br&gt;have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple od&lt;br&gt;bambino, some day you goina come hom and maybe finda you wife in be&lt;br&gt;with another man. Whata you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and&lt;br&gt;say, &amp;quot;TIMES UP&amp;quot;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO LOVE A WOMAN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, &amp;quot;It is time for&lt;br&gt;you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you&lt;br&gt;to kiss her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam answered, &amp;quot;Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?&amp;quot; So the Lord gave a&lt;br&gt;brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a&lt;br&gt;nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, &amp;quot;Thank you&lt;br&gt;Lord, that Was enjoyable.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And the Lord replied, &amp;quot;Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and&lt;br&gt;now I&amp;#39;d like you to caress Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam said, &amp;quot;What is a caress&amp;#39;? So&lt;br&gt;the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the&lt;br&gt;bush with Eve.&lt;p&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, &amp;quot;Lord,&lt;br&gt;that was even better than the kiss.&amp;quot; And the Lord said, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve done&lt;br&gt;well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam asked,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is &amp;#39;make love&amp;#39; Lord?&amp;quot;&amp;#39; So the Lord again gave Adam directions&lt;br&gt;and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he&lt;br&gt;reappeared in two seconds.&lt;p&gt;And Adam said, &amp;quot;Lord, what is a headache?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE ASSASSIN MANAGER JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor&lt;br&gt;told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax. The guy went to a&lt;br&gt;farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the&lt;br&gt;farmer to give him some job to do.&lt;p&gt;The farmer told him to clean the shit of the cows. The farmer thought&lt;br&gt;that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting&lt;br&gt;in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his&lt;br&gt;surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.&lt;p&gt;The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to&lt;br&gt;cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager&lt;br&gt;will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was&lt;br&gt;done.&lt;p&gt;The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the&lt;br&gt;farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one&lt;br&gt;box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes. At the end of&lt;br&gt;the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the&lt;br&gt;potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.&lt;p&gt;The farmer asked the manager: &amp;quot;How is that you made such difficult&lt;br&gt;jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager answered: &amp;quot;Listen, all my life I&amp;#39;m cutting heads and&lt;br&gt;dealing with shit, but now you ask me to make decisions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHATS A PERIOD JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about&lt;br&gt;something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the&lt;br&gt;time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was&lt;br&gt;calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call upon little&lt;br&gt;Johnnie, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But&lt;br&gt;eventually his turn came.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnnie walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece&lt;br&gt;of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back&lt;br&gt;down. Well the teacher couldn&amp;#39;t figure out what Johnnie had in mind&lt;br&gt;for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that&lt;br&gt;was.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a period&amp;quot; reported Johnnie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well I can see that&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;but what is so exciting about a period.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damned if I know&amp;quot; said Johnnie, &amp;quot;but this morning my sister said she&lt;br&gt;missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted and the man&lt;br&gt;next door shot himself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HONEYMOON JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mother has 3 girls, they all got married, but she wants to know how&lt;br&gt;the sex is, so she says that after the night on the honeymoon, they&lt;br&gt;write a postcard saying how it went.&lt;p&gt;The 1st girl writes: M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;Puzzled, the women buys a pack of M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s and reads the slogan &amp;quot;It melts&lt;br&gt;in your mouth, not in your hand.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd girl writes: Campbell&amp;#39;s soup.&lt;p&gt;Again the mom buys some cambles soup and reads, &amp;quot;Mmm ... mmm ... good.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3 weeks pass and the 3rd girl finally writes: Ford&lt;p&gt;The mom goes to her ford jeep and reads &amp;quot;The best never stop.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HURRICANES VS WOMEN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your&lt;br&gt;house and car with them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MATHEMATICIAN VS  PHYSICIST JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mathematician and a physicist were asked the following question:&lt;br&gt;Suppose you walked by a burning house and saw a hydrant and a hose not&lt;br&gt;connected to the hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;br&gt;M: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;p&gt;Then they were asked this question: Suppose you walked by a house and&lt;br&gt;saw a hose connected to a hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would keep walking, as there is no problem to solve.&lt;br&gt;M: I would disconnect the hose from the hydrant and set the house on&lt;br&gt;fire, reducing the problem to a previously solved form.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHO IS THE IDIOT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If there are any idiots in the room, will they please stand up&amp;quot; said&lt;br&gt;the sarcastic teacher.&lt;p&gt;After a long silence, one freshman rose to his feet.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now then mister, why do you consider yourself an idiot?&amp;quot; enquired the&lt;br&gt;teacher with a sneer.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, actually I don&amp;#39;t,&amp;quot; said the student, &amp;quot;but I hate to see you&lt;br&gt;standing up there all by yourself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLONDE VS COMPUTER JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a blonde and a computer?&lt;p&gt;You only have to put information into a computer once.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;VISITING AFGHANISTAN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visiting Afghanistan for a second time, a war correspondent noted that&lt;br&gt;since the fall of the Taliban, wives who used to walk ten paces behind&lt;br&gt;their husbands were now walking ten paces in front. The journalist&lt;br&gt;asked one of the men if this was a sign of growing equality.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot;, the man replied. &amp;quot;Land-mines.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KILLING VS FUCKIN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Killing for peace is like fucking for virginity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHY NOT TO KILL JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LAW OF PHILOSOPHY  JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The First Law of Philosophy: For every philosopher, there exists an&lt;br&gt;equal and opposite philosopher.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Second Law of Philosophy: They&amp;#39;re both wrong.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-6003377983420136883?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/6003377983420136883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=6003377983420136883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6003377983420136883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6003377983420136883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyday-jokes.html' title='Everyday Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-4172692453056855249</id><published>2009-09-18T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:11:27.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRINKING JOKES</title><content type='html'>DRINKING JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night, after a long evening of drinking, Jim was thrown out of the&lt;br&gt;bar as usual. On his way home he spotted a nun walking down the road.&lt;p&gt;After looking at her twice he ran over and tackled her, then proceeded&lt;br&gt;to beat the living shit out of her.&lt;p&gt;Some people passing by spotted this and called the police.&lt;p&gt;As the police were pulling him away in handcuffs he looked back and&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;I thought you&amp;#39;d be tougher than that, Batman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd&lt;br&gt;of drinkers. He says, &amp;quot;I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10&lt;br&gt;pints of Guinness back-to-back.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan&amp;#39;s offer. One man even&lt;br&gt;leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up&lt;br&gt;and taps the Texan on the shoulder. &amp;quot;Is your bet still good?&amp;quot; asks the&lt;br&gt;Irishman.&lt;p&gt;The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of&lt;br&gt;Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint&lt;br&gt;glasses drinking them all back-to-back.&lt;p&gt;The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan&lt;br&gt;gives the Irishman the $500 and says, &amp;quot;If ya don&amp;#39;t mind me askin&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman replies, &amp;quot;Oh ... I had to go to the pub down the street&lt;br&gt;to see if I could do it first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-4172692453056855249?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/4172692453056855249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=4172692453056855249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/4172692453056855249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/4172692453056855249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/drinking-jokes.html' title='DRINKING JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-11548373039025836</id><published>2009-09-18T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:09:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG JOKES</title><content type='html'>DOG JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft&lt;br&gt;voice say, &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you&amp;quot;. Thinking it was just his&lt;br&gt;imagination, he continued his search. Again the voice said &amp;quot;Jesus is&lt;br&gt;watching you&amp;quot;. He turned his flashlight around and saw a parrot in a&lt;br&gt;cage. He asked the parrot if he was the one talking and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; He asked the parrot what his name was and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Moses.&amp;quot; The burglar asked, &amp;quot;what kind of people would name a&lt;br&gt;parrot Moses?&amp;quot; The parrot said, &amp;quot;the same kind of people who would&lt;br&gt;name their pit bull Jesus&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A blind man and his seeing eye dog walked into a store. When he gets&lt;br&gt;in, he starts swinging his dog around.&lt;p&gt;Upset by this, the manager of the store demanded to know what he was doing.&lt;p&gt;The blind man calmly replied, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m just lookin&amp;#39; around.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dog howling on the back porch, and a&lt;br&gt;woman howling on the front porch?&lt;p&gt;The dog shuts up when you let it in.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A battle weary American soldier boarded a crowded train in in London&lt;br&gt;during the early days of post-WWII, only to discover he was unable to&lt;br&gt;find a place to sit. As he walked the length of the train, he noticed&lt;br&gt;a small white dog curled up on one of the seats. A large, well dressed&lt;br&gt;woman sat in the seat next to the dog. The man hovered near the seat,&lt;br&gt;hoping the woman would take the hint, but she pointedly ignored him.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Excuse me, Ma&amp;#39;am,&amp;quot; the soldier finally spoke, &amp;quot;Is this your dog?&lt;br&gt;Would you mind holding it on your lap so that I may sit down?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman raised her icy gaze to the young man and said in a haughty&lt;br&gt;British accent, &amp;quot;oh! You Americans. You are so rude.&lt;br&gt;Fluffy is in that seat, and i see no reason why she should give up her&lt;br&gt;comfort for you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The exhausted soldier nodded, picked up the small dog ... leaned over&lt;br&gt;... opened the window of the moving train and tossed the dog out. The&lt;br&gt;woman gaped and spluttered in horrified indignation, and the man&lt;br&gt;sitting across from her lowered his newspaper.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You Americans&amp;quot;, he said, &amp;quot;You drive on the wrong side of the road ...&lt;br&gt;you eat with the wrong fork ... and you just threw the wrong bitch out&lt;br&gt;the window.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A dog walks into this bar, jumps up on the stool and says to the&lt;br&gt;bartender, &amp;quot;Hey barkeep, it&amp;#39;s my birthday today. How &amp;#39;bout a free&lt;br&gt;drink?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The bartender turns, looks at the dog and nods his head, &amp;quot;Sure pal,&lt;br&gt;toilet&amp;#39;s right down the hall.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man complained to his friend, &amp;quot;My elbow hurts. I better go to the doctor.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t do that,&amp;quot; volunteered his friend, &amp;quot;there&amp;#39;s a new computer at&lt;br&gt;the drugstore that can diagnose any problem quicker and cheaper than a&lt;br&gt;doctor. All you have to do is put in a urine sample, deposit $10, then&lt;br&gt;the computer will give you your diagnosis and plan of treatment.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man figured he had nothing to lose, so he took a sample of urine&lt;br&gt;down to the drugstore. Finding the machine, he poured in the urine and&lt;br&gt;deposited $10. The machine began to buzz and various lights flashed on&lt;br&gt;and off. After a short pause, a slip of paper popped out on which was&lt;br&gt;printed:&lt;p&gt;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water twice a day. Avoid&lt;br&gt;heavy labor. Your elbow will be better in two weeks.&lt;p&gt;That evening as the man contemplated this breakthrough in medical&lt;br&gt;science, he began to suspect fraud. To test his theory he mixed&lt;br&gt;together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples&lt;br&gt;from his wife and teenage daughter. To top it all off, he masturbated&lt;br&gt;into the jar. He took this concoction down to the drugstore, poured it&lt;br&gt;in the machine and deposited $10. The machine went through the same&lt;br&gt;buzzing and flashing routine as before then printed out the following&lt;br&gt;message:&lt;p&gt;Your tap water has lead. Get a filter.&lt;br&gt;Your dog has worms. Give him vitamins.&lt;br&gt;Your daughter is on drugs. Get her in rehab.&lt;br&gt;Your wife is pregnant. It&amp;#39;s not your baby. Get a lawyer.&lt;br&gt;And if you don&amp;#39;t stop jerking off your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day, a blind man and his dog are walking down a street, they come&lt;br&gt;to a busy intersection, and the dog, ignoring the high volume of&lt;br&gt;traffic zooming by on the street, leads the blind man out into the&lt;br&gt;thick of traffic. This is followed by the screech of tires and horns&lt;br&gt;blaring as panicked drivers try desperately not to run the pair down.&lt;p&gt;The blind man and his dog finally reach the safety of the sidewalk on&lt;br&gt;the other side of the street, and the blind man pulls a cookie out of&lt;br&gt;his coat pocket, and offers it to the dog.&lt;p&gt;A passerby, having observed the near fatal incident, can&amp;#39;t control his&lt;br&gt;amazement and says to the blind man, &amp;quot;Why on earth are you rewarding&lt;br&gt;your dog with a cookie? He nearly got you killed!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The blind man turns partially in his direction and replies, &amp;quot;To find&lt;br&gt;out where his head is, so I can kick his ass.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-11548373039025836?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/11548373039025836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=11548373039025836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/11548373039025836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/11548373039025836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-jokes.html' title='DOG JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-9199912551642948819</id><published>2009-09-18T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:08:06.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCTORS JOKES</title><content type='html'>DOCTORS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An elderly couple go to their doctor for a checkup. The man goes in&lt;br&gt;first. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you doing?&amp;quot; asks the doctor. &amp;quot;Pretty good,&amp;quot; answers the&lt;br&gt;old man. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m eating well, and I&amp;#39;m still in control of my bowels and&lt;br&gt;bladder. In fact, when I get up at night to pee, the good Lord turns&lt;br&gt;the light on for me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor decides not to comment on that last statement, and goes&lt;br&gt;into the next room to check on the man&amp;#39;s wife. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you feeling?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;he asks. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m doing well,&amp;quot; answers the old woman. &amp;quot;I still have lots&lt;br&gt;of energy and I&amp;#39;m not feeliing any pain.&amp;quot; The doctor says, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;nice. It sounds like you and your husband are both doing well.&lt;p&gt;One thing though - your husband said that when he gets up to pee at&lt;br&gt;night, the good Lord turns the light on for him. Do you have any idea&lt;br&gt;what he means?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh No,&amp;quot; says the woman, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s peeing in the&lt;br&gt;refrigerator again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man went in for a Brain transplant operation and was offered a&lt;br&gt;choice of two brains by the surgeon. He could choose either the&lt;br&gt;Architect&amp;#39;s brain which would cost him &amp;#163;10,000 or the Politician&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;which was &amp;#163;100,000.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Does that mean that the politician&amp;#39;s brain is much better than the&lt;br&gt;Architect&amp;#39;s?&amp;quot; exclaimed the clearly puzzled man.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;not exactly&amp;quot; replied the surgeon, &amp;quot;the politician&amp;#39;s has never been used.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man has a heart attack and is brought to the hospital emergency&lt;br&gt;room. The doctor tells him that he will not live unless he has a heart&lt;br&gt;transplant right away. Another doctor runs into the room and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re in luck, two hearts just became available, so you will get to&lt;br&gt;choose which one you want. One belongs to lawyer and the other to a&lt;br&gt;social worker&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The man quickly responds, &amp;quot;the lawyer&amp;#39;s&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The doctor says, &amp;quot;Wait! Don&amp;#39;t you want to know a little about them&lt;br&gt;before you make your decision?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man says, &amp;quot;I already know enough. We all know that social workers&lt;br&gt;are bleeding hearts and the lawyer&amp;#39;s probably never used his. So I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;take the attorney&amp;#39;s!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;An old man was on his death bed, and wanted to be buried with his&lt;br&gt;money. He called his priest, his doctor and his lawyer to his bedside.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s $30,000 cash to be held by each of you. I trust you to put&lt;br&gt;this in my coffin when I die so I can take all my money with me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At the funeral, each man put an envelope in the coffin. Riding away in&lt;br&gt;a limousine, the priest suddenly broke into tears and confessed, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;only put $20,000 into the envelope because I needed $10,000 to repair&lt;br&gt;the roof of the church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, since we&amp;#39;re confiding in each other,&amp;quot; said the doctor, &amp;quot;I only&lt;br&gt;put $10,000 in the envelope because we needed a new X-ray machine for&lt;br&gt;the pediatrics ward at the hospital which cost $20,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was aghast. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m ashamed of both of you,&amp;quot; he exclaimed. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;want it known that when I put my envelope in that coffin, I enclosed a&lt;br&gt;check for the full $30,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor is going about his business, with a rectal thermometer tucked&lt;br&gt;behind his ear.&lt;p&gt;He goes into a staff meeting to discuss the days activities, when a&lt;br&gt;co-worker asks why he has a thermometer behind his ear?&lt;p&gt;In a wild motion he grabs for the thermometer, looks at it and&lt;br&gt;exclaims: &amp;quot;Damn, some asshole has my pen!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor had just finished a marathon sex session with one of his&lt;br&gt;patients. He was resting afterwards and was feeling a bit guilty&lt;br&gt;because he thought it wasn&amp;#39;t really ethical to screw one of his&lt;br&gt;patients.&lt;p&gt;However, a little voice in his head said Lots of other doctors have&lt;br&gt;sex with their patients, ... so it&amp;#39;s not like you&amp;#39;re the first ...&lt;p&gt;This made the doctor feel a little bit better until still another&lt;br&gt;voice in his head said, but then again ... they probably weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;veterinarians ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-9199912551642948819?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/9199912551642948819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=9199912551642948819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/9199912551642948819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/9199912551642948819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctors-jokes.html' title='DOCTORS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-6761550124348941661</id><published>2009-09-18T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:11:47.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBT JOKES</title><content type='html'>DEBT JOKES&lt;p&gt;BEST TIME TO REPAY A DEBT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two lawyers are in a bank, when, suddenly,&lt;p&gt;armed robbers burst in, waving guns and yelling&lt;p&gt;for everyone to freeze.&lt;p&gt;While several of the robbers take the money from&lt;p&gt;the tellers, others line the customers, including the&lt;p&gt;lawyers, up against a wall, and proceed to take&lt;p&gt;their wallets, watches, and other valuables.&lt;p&gt;While this is going on, one of the lawyers jams&lt;p&gt;something into the other lawyer&amp;#39;s hand. Without&lt;p&gt;looking down, the second lawyer whispers, &amp;quot;What&lt;p&gt;is this?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The first lawyer replies, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the $100 I owe you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416980378885939639-6761550124348941661?l=allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/feeds/6761550124348941661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416980378885939639&amp;postID=6761550124348941661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6761550124348941661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416980378885939639/posts/default/6761550124348941661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutmyvagina.blogspot.com/2009/09/debt-jokes.html' title='DEBT JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416980378885939639.post-4833522761356023749</id><published>2009-09-18T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:08:52.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH JOKES</title><content type='html'>DEATH JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;If your wife and your lawyer were drowning and you had to choose,&lt;br&gt;would you go to lunch or to the cinema?&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;First guy proudly: &amp;quot;My wife&amp;#39;s an angel!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Second guy: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re lucky, mine&amp;#39;s still alive.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A life long supporter of the labour party was lying on his death bed&lt;br&gt;when he suddenly decided to join the Tory party. &amp;quot;But why?&amp;quot; asked his&lt;br&gt;puzzled f
