<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681</id><updated>2011-12-11T18:26:49.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funny</title><subtitle type='html'>Something for the weekend, Sir?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-3171538678624839656</id><published>2011-10-16T18:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:22:25.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management</title><content type='html'>Just in case you are having a rough day, here is a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals. The funny thing is that it really does work and will make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. Picture yourself lying on your tummy on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No one knows your secret place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The water is so crystal clear that you can easily make out the face of the person you are holding underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There -- See? -- It really does work. You're smiling already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-3171538678624839656?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/3171538678624839656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2011/10/stress-management.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/3171538678624839656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/3171538678624839656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2011/10/stress-management.html' title='Stress Management'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-5596228259019907468</id><published>2011-10-16T18:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:20:37.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Dwarfs</title><content type='html'>The seven dwarfs go to the Vatican , and because they are the seven dwarfs, they are immediately ushered in to see the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy leads the pack. 'Grumpy, my son,' says the Pope, 'What can I do for you?' Grumpy asks, 'Excuse me your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome ?' The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, 'No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background, a few of the dwarfs start giggling. Grumpy turns around and glares, silencing them. Grumpy turns back, 'Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe ?' The Pope, puzzled now, again thinks for a moment and then answers, 'No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter.Once again, Grumpy turns around and silences them with an angry glare. Grumpy turns back and says, 'Mr.. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?' The Pope, really confused by the questions says, 'I'm sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting...... 'Grumpy shagged a penguin!''Grumpy shagged a penguin!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-5596228259019907468?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/5596228259019907468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2011/10/seven-dwarfs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/5596228259019907468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/5596228259019907468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2011/10/seven-dwarfs.html' title='The Seven Dwarfs'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-3481699913494596948</id><published>2010-10-19T06:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T06:18:35.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nominated as the best short joke of 2010</title><content type='html'>A three-year-old boy was examining his testicles while taking a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom" he asked, "are these my brains?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet" she replied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-3481699913494596948?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/3481699913494596948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/10/nominated-as-best-short-joke-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/3481699913494596948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/3481699913494596948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/10/nominated-as-best-short-joke-of-2010.html' title='Nominated as the best short joke of 2010'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-3057046808929523168</id><published>2010-10-06T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:42:48.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What causes arthritis?</title><content type='html'>A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick,and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, 'Say Father, what causes arthritis?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest replies, 'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk muttered in response,'Well, I'll be damned', then returned to his paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. 'I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?' The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-3057046808929523168?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/3057046808929523168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-causes-arthritis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/3057046808929523168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/3057046808929523168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-causes-arthritis.html' title='What causes arthritis?'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-1721660050643696758</id><published>2010-09-27T14:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:57:32.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>An older, white  haired man walked   into a jewelry store this past  Friday evening with a beautiful much younger gal  at his side. He told the jeweler he was looking  for a special ring for his   girlfriend.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeweler looked through his stock   and  brought out a $5,000 ring. The old man    said, 'No, I'd like to see something more    special.' At that statement,  the jeweler   went to his special stock and  brought another ring over.   'Here's a stunning  ring at only $40,000 the jeweler   said. &lt;br /&gt;The  lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body   trembled  with excitement.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old   man  seeing this said, 'We'll take it.' The  jeweler asked how payment would be made and the  old man stated, 'by check. I know you need to  make   sure my check is good, so I'll write it now  and you can   call the bank Monday to verify the  funds and I'll pick   the ring up Monday  afternoon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday   morning, the  jeweler angrily phoned the old man and said    'There's no money in that account.' 'I    know,' said the old man, 'But let me tell you    about my GREAT WEEKEND!'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.......Not  All Seniors Are  Senile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-1721660050643696758?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/1721660050643696758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/1721660050643696758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/1721660050643696758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-4109007086488740252</id><published>2010-08-31T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:27:11.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day</title><content type='html'>There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making trucker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig."Well, whatcha gonna do about it?" he says, menacingly, as I burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, man," the trucker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can`t stand to see a man crying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the worst day of my life," I say. "I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my old lady in bed with the gardener,  and then my dog bit me.""So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve.  Then you, you jack-ass, show up and drink the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about me, how's your day going?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-4109007086488740252?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/4109007086488740252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/08/worst-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4109007086488740252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4109007086488740252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/08/worst-day.html' title='Worst Day'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-6405477317413534889</id><published>2010-07-09T12:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:50:49.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/TDcJxEsugVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xUGhNz3I1ew/s1600/New_England_Sponsor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Following a disasterous world cup campaign, there is relief at the English FA today that new sponsors have been found for the national football team. Oil company Total, clothing manufacturer French Connection UK and couriers UPS will share equal coverage on the team's shirts with immediate effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/TDcMoxtJirI/AAAAAAAAAIw/d_MhoOeZ5RQ/s1600/New_England_Sponsor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491872165278616242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/TDcMoxtJirI/AAAAAAAAAIw/d_MhoOeZ5RQ/s320/New_England_Sponsor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Team manager Fabio Capello expressed his relief at the new sponsorship deal at a press conference earlier today, "Sono molto felice. Questa nuova sponsorizzazione aiuterà a pagare i miei salari stravaganti per un altro due anni. Il mio progetto ha lavorato molto buono."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-6405477317413534889?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/6405477317413534889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/breaking-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6405477317413534889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6405477317413534889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/TDcMoxtJirI/AAAAAAAAAIw/d_MhoOeZ5RQ/s72-c/New_England_Sponsor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-8584959544094023893</id><published>2010-07-09T12:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:34:28.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Australia?</title><content type='html'>Check out these FAQs from the tourist board website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Depends how much you've been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)&lt;br /&gt;A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Australia? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane, Cairns, Townsville and Hervey Bay? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: What did your last slave die of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific which does not... oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which direction is north in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Face south and then turn 90 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, WE don't stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)&lt;br /&gt;A: You are a British politician, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female population is smaller than the male population? (Italy)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? (France)&lt;br /&gt;A: Only at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there killer bees in Australia? (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: Not yet, but for you, we'll import them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)&lt;br /&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilisation of vegan hunter gatherers. Milk is illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees.(USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I was in Australia in 1969 on R+R, and I want to contact the girl I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross. Can you help? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will I be able to speek English most places I go? (USA)&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-8584959544094023893?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/8584959544094023893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/visiting-australia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8584959544094023893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8584959544094023893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/visiting-australia.html' title='Visiting Australia?'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-1186867407611345208</id><published>2010-07-01T13:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:59:06.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A scouser lands a job</title><content type='html'>A scouser walked into the local welfare office to pick up his cheque. He marched straight up to the counter and said, 'Hi. You know, I just hate drawing benefits. I'd really rather have a job.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social worker behind the counter said, 'Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful daughter.You'll have to drive around in his 2010 Mercedes-Benz CL, and he will supply all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You'll also be expected to escort the daughter on her overseas holiday trips.This is rather awkward to say, but you will also have, as part of your job assignment, to satisfy her sexual urges, as the daughter is in her mid-20s and has a rather strong sex drive.A two-bedroom loft type apartment with plasma TV, stereo, bar, etc. located above the garage, will be designated for your sole use and the salary is £200,000 a year.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scouser says 'You're bullshittin me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social worker answered 'Well you started it, now f**k off''.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-1186867407611345208?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/1186867407611345208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/scouser-lands-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/1186867407611345208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/1186867407611345208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/scouser-lands-job.html' title='A scouser lands a job'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-2965233269008597941</id><published>2010-07-01T13:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:55:44.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and Water</title><content type='html'>I don't drink water because fish screw in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-2965233269008597941?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/2965233269008597941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/fish-and-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2965233269008597941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2965233269008597941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/07/fish-and-water.html' title='Fish and Water'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-770322185425682184</id><published>2010-05-20T14:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:57:17.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stimulus Package</title><content type='html'>It is a slow day in the small Minnesota town of Marshall and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt and everybody is living on credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich tourist visiting the area drives through town, stops at the motel, and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs to pick one for the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he walks upstairs, the motel owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to pay his debt to the pig farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill to his supplier, the Farmer's Co-op.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy at the Farmer's Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prostitute, who has also been facing hard times, has had to offer her "services" on credit.   She rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with the hotel owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the rich traveller will not suspect anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the traveller comes down the stairs, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, picks up the $100 bill, and leaves town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one produced anything. No one earned anything... However; the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with a lot more optimism.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a stimulus package works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-770322185425682184?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/770322185425682184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/05/stimulus-package.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/770322185425682184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/770322185425682184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/05/stimulus-package.html' title='Stimulus Package'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-5327095873663398961</id><published>2010-04-30T09:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:38:11.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gay Flight Attendant</title><content type='html'>My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who  seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us  food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down  the aisle and said....&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;'Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing  the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you  could just put your trays up, that would be super.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this  well-dressed and rather Arabic looking                 woman hadn't  moved a muscle. 'Perhaps you didn't hear me over those  big brute engines when I asked you to raise your  trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the  ground.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  calmly turned her head and said, 'In my country, I am  called a Princess and I                      take orders from no  one.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without  missing a beat, 'Well,                      sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm  called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up,  B*tch'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-5327095873663398961?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/5327095873663398961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/04/gay-flight-attendant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/5327095873663398961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/5327095873663398961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/04/gay-flight-attendant.html' title='The Gay Flight Attendant'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-5557162199253053314</id><published>2010-03-01T12:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:47:56.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Foot in Mouth</title><content type='html'>A man in Tesco's tries to buy half a cauliflower. The very young produce assistant tells him that they sell only whole cauliflowers. The man persists and asks to see the manager. The boy says he'll ask his manager about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager 'Some prat out there wants to buy half a cauliflower.' As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, 'And this gentleman has kindly offered to buy the other half.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the manager said to the boy, 'I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?'' Liverpool , sir,' the boy replied. 'Well, why did you leave Liverpool ?' the manager asked. The boy said, 'Sir, there's nothing but whores and footballers up there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really?' said the manager. 'My wife is from Liverpool.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''You're kidding?' replied the boy. 'Who did she play for?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-5557162199253053314?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/5557162199253053314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/03/foot-in-mouth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/5557162199253053314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/5557162199253053314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/03/foot-in-mouth.html' title='Foot in Mouth'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-4939478805585033662</id><published>2010-02-26T14:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:09:26.911Z</updated><title type='text'>Therapy Session</title><content type='html'>A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four&lt;br /&gt;young Mothers and their small children. You all have obsessions,' he observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the first mother, Mary, he said, 'You are obsessed with eating.&lt;br /&gt;You've even named your daughter Candy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the second Mum, Ann: 'Your obsession is with money.&lt;br /&gt;Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the third Mum, Kathy: 'Your obsession is alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the fourth mother, Joyce, quietly got up, took her&lt;br /&gt;little boy by the hand and whispered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Come on Dick, this guy has no idea what he's talking about. Lets pick Willie up from school and go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-4939478805585033662?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/4939478805585033662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/02/therapy-session.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4939478805585033662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4939478805585033662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/02/therapy-session.html' title='Therapy Session'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-4496065631913051785</id><published>2010-02-25T09:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:37:08.559Z</updated><title type='text'>First Time Sex</title><content type='html'>A girl  asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night to meet, and have a  dinner with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since  this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after  dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first  time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy  is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the  pharmacist to get some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his first  time and the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy  everything there is to know about condoms and sex. At the register, the  pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy. a 3-pack,  10- pack, or family pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy  insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it  being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  night, the boy shows up at the girl's parent's house and meets his  girlfriend at the door.  'Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my  parents, come on in!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy  goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are  seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A  minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head  down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10  minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy. Finally, after 20  minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the  boyfriend, 'I had no idea you were this  religious.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy  turns, and whispers back, 'I had no idea your father was a  pharmacist.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-4496065631913051785?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/4496065631913051785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4496065631913051785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4496065631913051785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-time-sex.html' title='First Time Sex'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-4055050659278319875</id><published>2010-02-08T13:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:56:01.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Geordies are not stupid!!!</title><content type='html'>53,000 Geordies meet in St. James Park for a 'Geordies Are Not Stupid' convention.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Shearer addresses the crowd. 'We are all here today to prove to the world that Geordies are not stupid. Can I have a volunteer please?'Gazza gingerly works his way through the crowd and steps up to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearer asks him 'What is 15 plus 15?' After 15 or 20 seconds Gazza says, 'Eighteen!'Obviously everyone is a little disappointed. Then the Geordies start chanting 'Give him another chance! Give him another chance!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearer says 'Well since we have a capacity crowd, world-wide press and global broadcast media here, I think we can give him another chance.&lt;br /&gt;So he asks 'What is 5 plus 5?'&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 30 seconds he eventually says, 'Ninety?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearer looks down and just lets out a dejected sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is disheartened and Gazza starts crying. But then the 53,000 Geordies begin to yell and wave their hands shouting 'Give him another chance! Give him another chance!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearer, unsure whether he is now doing more harm than good eventually says, 'What is 2 plus 2?'Silence hangs over the stadium. Gazza closes his eyes, and after a whole minute eventually says, 'Four?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandemonium breaks out throughout the stadium as the Geordie crowd stand to a man, wave their arms, stomp their feet and scream 'Give him another chance! Give him another chance!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-4055050659278319875?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/4055050659278319875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/02/geordies-are-not-stupid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4055050659278319875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4055050659278319875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/02/geordies-are-not-stupid.html' title='Geordies are not stupid!!!'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-6552824683551119857</id><published>2010-01-25T11:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:40:52.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Tarzan and Jane</title><content type='html'>When Jane initially met Tarzan in the jungle, she was attracted to him, and during her questions about his life, she asked him how he had sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tarzan not know sex' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane explained to him what sex was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan said 'Oh ....Tarzan use knot hole in trunk of tree.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified Jane said, 'Tarzan you have it all wrong, but I will show you how to do it properly.' She took off her clothing and laid down on the ground. 'Here' she said, pointing to her privates, 'you must put it in here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan removed his loin cloth, showing Jane his considerable manhood, stepped closer to her and kicked her in the crotch! Jane rolled around in agony for what seemed like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she managed to gasp for air and screamed 'What did you do that for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan replied, 'Check for squirrel.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-6552824683551119857?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/6552824683551119857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/01/tarzan-and-jane.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6552824683551119857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6552824683551119857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/01/tarzan-and-jane.html' title='Tarzan and Jane'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-4613792400536561148</id><published>2010-01-25T11:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:38:35.947Z</updated><title type='text'>The Brothel</title><content type='html'>The madam opened the brothel door in Elko County , Nevada , and saw a rather dignified, well-dressed, good-looking man in his late forties or early fifties.'May I help you sir?' she asked.'I want to see Valerie,' the man replied.'Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else', said the madam.'No, I must see Valerie,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man she charged $10,000 a visit.Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten thousand dollars and gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, the man appeared again, once more demanding to seeValerie. Valerie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row as she was so very expensive.  There were no discounts and the price was still $10,000. The gentleman did not blink an eye. Again, he pulled out a wad of cash, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following night the man was there yet again. Everyone was  astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, maybe a record in the history of brothels in Nevada , which date back into the early 1800's.  But without hesitation he paid Valerie the ten grand and off they went upstairs. After their session, Valerie said to the man, 'No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, ' Billings , Montana .''Really', she said. 'I have family in  Billings .''I know.' the man said. 'I regret to tell you, but your sister died, and I am her attorney. She asked me to give you your $30,000 inheritance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. Taxes&lt;br /&gt;3. Being screwed by a lawyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-4613792400536561148?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/4613792400536561148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/01/brothel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4613792400536561148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4613792400536561148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/01/brothel.html' title='The Brothel'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-2975279375995090045</id><published>2010-01-25T11:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:35:53.782Z</updated><title type='text'>Seal Hijacking The Penguins Holiday Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/S12CDh8FCOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iZO8I3ivoaY/s1600-h/penguins_hijacked.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430639722840262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/S12CDh8FCOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iZO8I3ivoaY/s400/penguins_hijacked.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-2975279375995090045?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/2975279375995090045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/01/seal-hijacking-penguins-holiday-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2975279375995090045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2975279375995090045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2010/01/seal-hijacking-penguins-holiday-pics.html' title='Seal Hijacking The Penguins Holiday Pics'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/S12CDh8FCOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iZO8I3ivoaY/s72-c/penguins_hijacked.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-9005488278772341645</id><published>2009-12-16T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:13:38.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Amazingly Simple Home Remedies</title><content type='html'>Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins.  Remember to use a timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will  prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives; then you'll be afraid to cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only need two tools in life - WD-40 and Duct Tape.  If it doesn't move and should, use the WD -40.  If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't fix it with a hammer, you've got an electrical problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Thought:SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES; NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-9005488278772341645?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/9005488278772341645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazingly-simple-home-remedies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/9005488278772341645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/9005488278772341645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazingly-simple-home-remedies.html' title='Amazingly Simple Home Remedies'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-7383893457793138994</id><published>2009-12-16T18:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:11:40.948Z</updated><title type='text'>Quantative Easing Explained</title><content type='html'>It is the month of August on the shores of the Black Sea. It is raining and the little town looks totally deserted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are tough times, everybody is in debt and everybody lives on credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a rich tourist comes to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enters the only hotel, lays a 100 Euro note on the reception counter and goes to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel proprietor takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the butcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Butcher takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the pig grower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig grower takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the supplier of his feed and fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supplier of feed and fuel takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the town prostitute that in these hard times, gave her services to him on credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hooker runs to the hotel, and pays off her debt with the 100 Euro note to the hotel proprietor to pay for the rooms that she rented when she brought her clients there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel proprietor then lays the 100 Euro note back on the counter so that the rich tourist will not suspect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the rich tourist comes down after inspecting the rooms and takes his 100 Euro note, after saying that he did not like any of the rooms and leaves town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one earned anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the whole town is now without debt and looks to the future with a lot of optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, ladies and Gentlemen, is how the United States, United Kingdom &amp;amp; Australian Governments are doing business today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-7383893457793138994?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/7383893457793138994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/12/quantative-easing-explained-how-economy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7383893457793138994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7383893457793138994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/12/quantative-easing-explained-how-economy.html' title='Quantative Easing Explained'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-8163489372043047267</id><published>2009-12-07T11:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:47:09.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Man Rules</title><content type='html'>These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered "1 "ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down..You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides.Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work!Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. If you think you're fat, you probably are.Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done.Not both.If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched.We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine..Really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as FOOTBALL or motor sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-8163489372043047267?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/8163489372043047267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8163489372043047267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8163489372043047267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-rules.html' title='Man Rules'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-4018296302405496796</id><published>2009-11-24T08:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:26:21.195Z</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Moments</title><content type='html'>Carol and Donna, were doing some carpenter work on a Habitat for Humanity house. Carol, who was nailing down house siding, would reach into her nail pouch, pull out a nail and either toss it over her shoulder or nail it in. Donna, figuring this was worth looking into, asked, ' Why are you throwing those nails away?' Carol explained, 'When I pull a nail out of my pouch, about half of them have the head on the wrong end and I throw them away'. Donna got completely upset and yelled, ' You moron! Those nails aren't defective! They ' re for the other side of the house!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blond was driving home after a game and got caught in a really bad hailstorm. Her car was covered with dents, so the next day she took it to a repair shop. The shop owner saw that she was a blonde, so he decided to have some fun. He told her to go home and blow into the tail pipe really hard, and all the dents would pop out. So, the blonde went home, got down on her hands and knees and started blowing into her tailpipe. Nothing happened. So she blew a little harder, and still nothing happened. Her blonde roommate saw her and asked, ' What are you doing?' The first blonde told her how the repairman had instructed her to blow into the tail pipe in order to get all the dents to pop out. The roommate rolled her eyes and said, 'Uh, like hello! You need to roll up the windows first. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde was shopping at Target and came across a shiny silver thermos. She was quite fascinated by it, so she picked it up and took it to the clerk to ask what it was. The clerk said, 'Why, that's a thermos...... it keeps hot things hot, and cold things cold.'  'Wow, said the blonde, 'that's amazing....I'm going to buy it!' So she bought the thermos and took it to work the next day. Her boss saw it on her desk.. 'What's that,' he asked?' 'Why, that's a thermos..... it keeps hot things hot and cold things cold,' she replied.  Her boss inquired, 'What do you have in it?' The blond replied..... ... 'Two popsicles and some coffee.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blonde goes into work one morning crying her eyes out. Her boss asked sympathetically, ' What's the matter? ' The blonde replies, ' Early this morning I got a phone call saying that my mother had passed away. ' The boss, feeling sorry for her, says, 'Why don't you go home for the day? Take the day off to relax and rest.'  'Thanks, but I'd be better off here. I need to keep my mind off it and I have the best chance of doing that here.' The boss agrees and allows the blonde to work as usual. A couple of hours pass and the boss decides to check on the blonde. He looks out from his office and sees the blonde crying hysterically.' What's so bad now? Are you gonna be okay? ' he asks. 'No!' exclaims the blonde. 'I just received a horrible call from my sister. Her mother died, too!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-4018296302405496796?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/4018296302405496796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/11/blonde-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4018296302405496796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/4018296302405496796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/11/blonde-moments.html' title='Blonde Moments'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-7580237743245240462</id><published>2009-11-19T15:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:43:12.839Z</updated><title type='text'>Home Depot Scam Warning</title><content type='html'>With thanks to one of our American readers for bringing this scam to our attention - it could happen anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while outshopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends. Here's how the scam works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seriously good-looking 20-21 year-old girls come over to your car as you are loading your purchases into the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to McDonalds. You agree and they get into the back seat. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my wallet stolen October 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th,20th, 24th &amp;amp; 28th. Also November 1st &amp;amp; 4th, 8th, three times last Monday and very likely again this upcoming weekend. So tell your friends to be careful. By the way: Wal-Mart has wallets on sale for $2.99 each. I found cheaper ones for $1.99 at K-Mart and bought them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-7580237743245240462?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/7580237743245240462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-depot-scam-warning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7580237743245240462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7580237743245240462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-depot-scam-warning.html' title='Home Depot Scam Warning'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-6653203661061447578</id><published>2009-11-16T20:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:34:25.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Chaps, be afraid - be very afraid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago - Chinese year of the cow, we get mad cow disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago - Chinese year of the bird, we get avian flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year - Chinese year of the pig, we get swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else worried that this February sees us entering the Chinese year of the cock?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-6653203661061447578?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/6653203661061447578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/11/chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6653203661061447578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6653203661061447578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/11/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-2850613399598131742</id><published>2009-10-19T08:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:40:02.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Accident</title><content type='html'>A man wakes up in the hospital, bandaged from head to foot.  The doctor comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness.  Now, you probably won't remember, but you were in a pile-up on the freeway. You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything,  but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something happened. I'm trying to break this gently, but the fact is, your willy was chopped off in the wreck and we were unable to find it." The man groans, but the doctor goes on, "You've got $9000 in insurance compensation coming and we have the technology now to build you a new  willy that will work as well as your old one did - better in fact! But the thing is, it doesn't come cheap. It's $1000 an inch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man perks up at this. "So," the doctor says, "It's for you to decide how many inches you want. But it's something you'd better discuss with your wife. I mean, if you had a five inch one before, and you decide to go for a nine incher, she might be a bit put out. But if you had a nine inch one before, and you decide only to invest in a five incher this time, she might be disappointed. So it's important that she plays a role in helping you make the decision." The man agrees to talk with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor comes back the next day. "So," says the doctor, "have you spoken with your wife?"  "I have," says the man. "And what is the decision?" asks the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're getting granite countertops."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-2850613399598131742?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/2850613399598131742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/car-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2850613399598131742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2850613399598131742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/car-accident.html' title='Car Accident'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-8927347355569007009</id><published>2009-10-06T02:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:39:25.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nymphomaniacs Convention</title><content type='html'>A  man boarded an airplane and took his seat.  As he settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, "Business trip or pleasure?"She turned, smiled and said, "Business.  I'm going to the Annual  Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, "What's your business role at this convention?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lecturer," she responded. "I use information that I have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.""Really?" he said. "And what kind of  myths are there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of  all men, when in fact it is the Native  American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Mexican descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern  Redneck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the woman became a little  uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't really be discussing all of this with you. I don't even know your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonto," the man said, "Tonto Gonzales, but my friends call me Bubba."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-8927347355569007009?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/8927347355569007009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/nymphomaniacs-convention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8927347355569007009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8927347355569007009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/nymphomaniacs-convention.html' title='Nymphomaniacs Convention'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-8153591228703149989</id><published>2009-10-04T22:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:30:10.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>George Clooney</title><content type='html'>One day, when a  seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble  fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and  asked, "My dear child, why are you crying?" The seamstress replied  that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it  to help her husband in making a living for their family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord  dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set  with sapphires.   "Is this your thimble?"  the Lord asked. The  seamstress replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord again dipped  into the river. He held out a golden thimble studded  with rubies..  "Is this your thimble?"  the Lord asked. Again, the seamstress replied,  "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord reached  down again and came up with a leather  thimble.   "Is this your thimble?"  the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, "Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was pleased with the woman's honesty  and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the  seamstress went home happy.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years later,  the seamstress was walking with her husband  along the riverbank, and her husband fell into  the river and disappeared under the water. When  she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked  her, "Why are you crying?'' "Oh Lord, my husband  has fallen into the river!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went  down into the water and came up with George  Clooney. "Is this your husband? The Lord  asked.   "Yes," cried the  seamstress. The Lord was furious. "You lied!  That is an untruth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seamstress replied,  "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a  misunderstanding. You see, if I had said "no" to  George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad  Pitt.   Then if I said "no" to  him, you would have come up with my husband. Had  I then said "yes," you would have given me all  three. Lord, I'm not in the best of health and  would not be able to take care of all three  husbands, so THAT'S why I said "yes" to George  Clooney.  And so the Lord let her keep  him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story  is:   Whenever a  woman lies, it's for a good and honorable  reason, and in the best interest of others.  That's our story, and we're sticking to  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;All Us  Women&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-8153591228703149989?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/8153591228703149989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/george-clooney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8153591228703149989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8153591228703149989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/george-clooney.html' title='George Clooney'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-7013489650780487105</id><published>2009-10-04T22:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:27:18.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Donation to Charity</title><content type='html'>I have just had a call from a charity, asking me to donate some of my clothes to starving Africans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them to forget it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who fits into my clothes is not starving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-7013489650780487105?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/7013489650780487105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/donation-to-charity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7013489650780487105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7013489650780487105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/10/donation-to-charity.html' title='Donation to Charity'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-8178153750093029074</id><published>2009-09-28T14:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:07:08.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man and The Ostrich</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress asks them for their orders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke,' and turns to the ostrich, 'What's yours?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll have the same,' says the ostrich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later the waitress returns with the order 'That will be £6.40 please,' and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ostrich says, 'I'll have the same.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This becomes routine until the two enter again. 'The usual?' asks the waitress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and a salad,' says the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Same,' says the ostrich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, 'That will be £22.62.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. 'Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says the man, 'several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's brilliant!' says the waitress. 'Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there,' says the man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress asks, 'What's with the ostrich?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sighs, pauses and answers, 'My second wish was for a tall chick with a big ass  and long legs who agrees with everything I say.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-8178153750093029074?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/8178153750093029074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-and-ostrich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8178153750093029074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8178153750093029074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/09/man-and-ostrich.html' title='The Man and The Ostrich'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-2026809946751163230</id><published>2009-09-17T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:05:44.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why it is important to learn English</title><content type='html'>I had a bunch of Canadian dollars I needed to exchange, so I went to the currency exchange window at the local bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortest lines, just one lady in front of me ... an Asian lady who was trying to exchange yen for dollars but she was a little irritated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked the teller, 'Why it change?' Yesterday, I get two hunat dolla fo yen. Today I get hunat eighty? Why it change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, 'Fluctuations'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian lady says, 'Fluc you white people, too'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-2026809946751163230?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/2026809946751163230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-it-is-important-to-learn-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2026809946751163230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2026809946751163230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-it-is-important-to-learn-english.html' title='Why it is important to learn English'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-235717861109651247</id><published>2009-08-24T11:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:15:06.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Parents Drink</title><content type='html'>A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'  With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stacy said that we will be very happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Son John &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the Report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you.. Call me when it's safe to come home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-235717861109651247?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/235717861109651247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-parents-drink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/235717861109651247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/235717861109651247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-parents-drink.html' title='Why Parents Drink'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-7064738896444847009</id><published>2009-08-03T23:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:13:05.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Water and Wine</title><content type='html'>To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine... and those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ben Franklin said: In wine there is wisdom, In beer there is freedom, In water there is bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria  found in faeces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine &amp;amp; beer (or tequila, rum, whisky or other liquor), because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Water = Poo, Wine = Health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-7064738896444847009?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/7064738896444847009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/water-and-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7064738896444847009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7064738896444847009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/water-and-wine.html' title='Water and Wine'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-403733584999590563</id><published>2009-08-03T12:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:59:58.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Sex</title><content type='html'>I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent's house to visit her 95-year-old Grandmother and comfort her. When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, "He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble. "Oh no, my dear," replied granny. "Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply, in on the Ding and out on the Dong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, "He'd still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn't come along."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-403733584999590563?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/403733584999590563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-morning-sex.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/403733584999590563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/403733584999590563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-morning-sex.html' title='Sunday Morning Sex'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-7390534385344155737</id><published>2009-08-02T06:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:02:19.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Slogans</title><content type='html'>WORDS OF WISDOM FROM DAVID BRENT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a squirrel do in the summer? It buries nuts. Why? Cos then in winter time he's got something to eat and he won't die. So, collecting nuts in the summer is worthwhile work. Every task you do at work think, would a squirrel do that? Think squirrels. Think nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your boss is getting you down, look at him through the prongs of a fork and imagine him in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all around you have lost theirs, then you probably haven't understood the seriousness of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do today that which will become someone elses responsibility tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be mad to work here, in fact we ask you to complete a medical questionnaire to ensure that you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you treat the people around you with love and respect, they will never guess that you're trying to get them sacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, remove all evidence you ever tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be 100% behind someone, before you can stab them in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If work was so good, the rich would have kept more of it for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who think you know everything are annoying to those of us who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no 'I' in 'team'. But then there's no 'I' in 'useless smug colleague', either. And there's four in 'platitude-quoting idiot'. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be no 'I' in team, but there's a 'ME' if you look hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Process and Procedure are the last hiding place of people without the wit and wisdom to do their job properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much ambition results in promotion to a job you can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make good use of your cylindrical filing unit, the one you mainly keep under your desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that age and treachery will always triumph over youth and ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quitters never win, winners never quit. But those who never win and never quit are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna be late, then be late and not just 2 minutes - make it an hour and enjoy your breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the 3 golden rules: 1. It was like that when I got here. 2. I didn't do it. 3. (To your Boss) I like your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office is like an army, and I'm the field general. You're my footsoldiers and customer quality is the WAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set out to leave the first vapour trail in the blue-sky scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics are like a lamp-post to a drunken man - more for leaning on than illumination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem shared is a problem halved, so is your problem really yours or just half of someone elses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your work done? Are all pigs fed, watered and ready to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be mad to work here, but you do have to be on time,well presented, a team player, customer service focused and sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it was just some b*stard with a torch, bringing me more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid employing unlucky people - throw half of the pile of CVs in the bin without reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the key of despair into the lock of apathy. Turn the knob of mediocrity slowly and open the gates of despondency - welcome to a day in the average office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-7390534385344155737?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/7390534385344155737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/office-slogans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7390534385344155737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7390534385344155737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/08/office-slogans.html' title='Office Slogans'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-1379061743020085146</id><published>2009-07-30T21:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T06:44:05.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch it and Weep</title><content type='html'>Will Ferrell's Harvard Commencement Speech - hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 of 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVu8jfhcO9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVu8jfhcO9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2 of 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVu8jfhcO9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVu8jfhcO9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3 of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6Gt6MZNQT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6Gt6MZNQT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4 of 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEJoNltTKQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEJoNltTKQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5 of 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NRDJHzAjuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NRDJHzAjuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-1379061743020085146?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/1379061743020085146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-it-and-weep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/1379061743020085146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/1379061743020085146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/watch-it-and-weep.html' title='Watch it and Weep'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-2348490931717225677</id><published>2009-07-27T10:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:23:16.454Z</updated><title type='text'>Ten Great Cricket Sledges</title><content type='html'>With the Ashes warming up towards boiling point, here are ten of our all-time favourite sledges:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rod Marsh &amp;amp; Ian Botham: When Botham took guard in an Ashes match, Marsh welcomed him to the wicket with the immortal words: "So how's your wife &amp;amp; my kids?". And Botham's reply, "The wife's fine but the kids are ugly and retarded!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Daryll Cullinan &amp;amp; Shane Warne: As Cullinan was on his way to the wicket, Warne told him he had been waiting 2 years for another chance to humiliate him. "Looks like you spent it eating," Cullinan retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Devon Malcolm bowling to Viv Richards. Devon - after beating Viv several times in one over "It's round and it's red, now try playing it!" Viv - having responded by hitting the ball out of the ground (the best possible retort of course!) "You know what it looks like, so you go and f***ing find it!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Merv Hughes &amp;amp; Javed Miandad: During 1991 Adelaide Test, Javed called Merv a fat bus conductor. A few balls later Merv dismissed Javed: "Tickets please", Merv called out as he ran past the departing batsman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Merv Hughes &amp;amp; Viv Richards: During a test match in the West Indies, Hughes didn't say a word to Viv, but continued to stare at him after deliveries. "This is my island, my culture. Don't you be staring at me. In my culture we just bowl." Merv didn't reply, but after he dismissed him he announced to the batsman: "In my culture we just say f**k *ff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. James Ormond had just come out to bat on an ashes tour and was greeted by Mark Waugh....... MW : "F*ck me, look who it is. Mate, what are you doing out here, there's no way you're good enough to play for England" JO : "Maybe not, but at least I'm the best player in my family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. McGrath to Ramnaresh Sarwan: "So what does Brian Lara's d*ck taste like?" Sarwan: "I don't know. Ask your wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mark Waugh standing at second slip, the new player (Adam Parore) comes to the crease playing &amp;amp; missing the first ball. Mark "Ohh, I remember you from a couple years ago in Australia. You were sh*t then, you're fu*king useless now". Parore- (Turning around) "Yeah, that's me &amp;amp; when I was there you were going out with that old, ugly sl*t &amp;amp; now I hear you've married her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Malcolm Marshall was bowling to David Boon who had played and missed a couple of times. Marshall : "Now David, Are you going to get out now or am I going to have to bowl around the wicket and kill you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fred Trueman bowling. The batsman edges and the ball goes to first slip,and right between Raman Subba Row's legs. Fred doesn't say a word. At the end of the over, Row ambles past Trueman and apologises sheepishly. "I should've kept my legs together, Fred". "So should your mother" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- Begin BidVertiser code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript1.1" SRC="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=117681%26bid=1067711" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bidvertiser.com"&gt;online advertising&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End BidVertiser code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-2348490931717225677?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/2348490931717225677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/ten-great-cricket-sledges.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2348490931717225677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2348490931717225677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/ten-great-cricket-sledges.html' title='Ten Great Cricket Sledges'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-6754075236083152659</id><published>2009-07-25T07:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:22:44.897Z</updated><title type='text'>The Beer Scooter</title><content type='html'>How many times have you woken up in the morning after a hard night of drinking and thought 'How did I get home?' As hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the bar to your home. The answer to this puzzle is that you used a beer scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beer scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased out to the drunk by Bacchus the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has branched out since the decrease in the worship of the Roman pantheon and bought a large batch of these magical devices. The beer scooter works in the following fashion: The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the "slurring gland" begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus or one of his many sub-contractors detects the pheromone and sends down a winged beer scooter. The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits them in their bedroom via a trans-dimensional portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not cheap to run a beer scooter franchise, so a large portion of the passenger's in-pocket cash is taken as payment. This generates the second question after a night out 'How did I spend so much money?' Beer scooters have a poor safety record and are thought to be responsible for 90% of all UDI (Unidentified Drinking Injuries).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An undocumented feature of the beer scooter is the destruction of time segments during the trip. The nature of trans-dimensional portals dictates that time will be lost, seemingly unaccounted for. This generates the third question after a night out 'What happened?' With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the EMIT (Embarrassing Moments In Time) add on, that automatically removes, in descending order, those parts in time regretted most. Unfortunately one person's EMIT is not necessarily the EMIT of another and quite often lost time is regained over a suitable period. Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles cause the scooter's navigation system to malfunction thus sending the passenger to the wrong bedroom often with horrific consequences. With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in a scooter drive-thru chain specialising in half eaten kebabs and pizza crusts. Another question answered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the family man, beer scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people's garden and Thump-A-Lot Boots. These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe, you are sure to wake up your other half. Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall and the CTSGS (Coffee Table Seeking Guidance System) explains the ring barked shins. The final add-in Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some scooters is TAS (Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 260 Marlboro Lights in a single night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, there is the on-board heater which allows you to get home from the bar in sub-zero temperatures wearing just a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript1.1" type="text/javascript" src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=117681%26bid=1067711"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-6754075236083152659?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/6754075236083152659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/beer-scooter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6754075236083152659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6754075236083152659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/beer-scooter.html' title='The Beer Scooter'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-7879719863433036132</id><published>2009-07-24T08:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:16:15.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Union Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/SmlfgTZDXeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_BR54pEPzNU/s1600-h/unionjackjoke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sacha Guitry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Socrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, 'What does a woman want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dumas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam Kinison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;James Holt McGavra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming 1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it, 2. Whenever you're right, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick Murra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years.. Then we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henny Youngman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rodney Dangerfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: 'Wife wanted'. Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Guy (proudly): 'My wife's an angel!' Second Guy: 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-7954653732089144116?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/7954653732089144116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/wives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7954653732089144116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/7954653732089144116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/wives.html' title='Wives...'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-2792237316060525296</id><published>2009-07-21T17:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:34:13.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The moral to the story is...</title><content type='html'>A fellow walks into a bar, notices a very large jar on the counter, and sees that it's filled to the brim with $10 bills..  He guesses there must be more than ten thousand dollars in it.  He approaches the bartender and asks, 'What's with the money in the jar?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well......you pay $10 and if you pass three tests, you get all the money and the keys to a brand new Lexus.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man certainly isn't going to pass this up.  And so he asks, 'What are the three tests?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must pay first...... Those are the rules,' says the bartender. &lt;br /&gt; So, after thinking it over a while, the man gives the bartender the $10 and the bartender drops it into the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' the bartender says, 'Here's what you need to do: First - You have to drink a whole quart of tequila,  in a minute or less, and you can't make a face while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - There's a pit bull chained in the back with a bad tooth.  You have to remove that tooth with your bare hands.Third - There's a 90-year old lady upstairs who has never had sex....  You have to take care of that problem!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is stunned.  'I know I paid my $10, but I'm not an idiot! I won't do it! You'd have to be nuts to drink a quart of tequila, and then do all those other things...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your call,' says the bartender..... 'But, your money stays where it is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes on, and the man has a few more drinks, he finally says, 'Where's the damn tequila?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the bottle with both hands and drinks it as fast as he can.  Tears stream down both cheeks.... but he doesn't make a face, and he did it in fifty-eight seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he staggers out the back door, where he sees the pit bull chained to a pole.  Soon the people inside the bar hear growling, biting, and screaming sounds... then nothing but silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when they think that the man surely must be dead, he staggers back into the bar, with his shirt ripped open and there are scratches and he's bleeding all over his body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'Now where's that old woman with the bad tooth?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moral to the story: Listen carefully to the directions, and don't trust your judgment when alcohol is involved!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-2792237316060525296?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/2792237316060525296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/moral-to-story-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2792237316060525296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/2792237316060525296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/moral-to-story-is.html' title='The moral to the story is...'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-8749394147707196912</id><published>2009-07-21T17:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:30:05.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes Dashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/SmXs_muXnJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/peKzwj-m1N0/s1600-h/jimmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360951508925389970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/SmXs_muXnJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/peKzwj-m1N0/s400/jimmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-8749394147707196912?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/8749394147707196912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/hopes-dashed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8749394147707196912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8749394147707196912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/hopes-dashed.html' title='Hopes Dashed'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/SmXs_muXnJI/AAAAAAAAAG0/peKzwj-m1N0/s72-c/jimmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-6288182498825112889</id><published>2009-07-20T15:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:21:25.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Englishmen, Irishman and Scotsman...</title><content type='html'>&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;An Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman were sitting in a bar, drinking, and discussing how stupid their wives were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman says, "I tell you, my wife is so stupid. Last week she went to the supermarket and bought £300 worth of meat because it was on sale, and we don't even have a fridge to keep it in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scotsman agrees that she sounds pretty thick, but says his  wife is thicker.  "Just last week, she went out and spent £17,000 on a new car,"  he laments,  "and she doesn't even know how to drive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman nods sagely, and agrees that these two women sound like they both walked through the stupid forest and got hit by every branch.  However, he still thinks his wife is dumber. "Ah, it kills me everytime I think of it," he chuckles.  "my wife left to go on a trip to Greece. I watched her packing her bag, and she must have put about 100 condoms in there and she doesn't even have a penis!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-6288182498825112889?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/6288182498825112889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/englishmen-irishman-and-scotsman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6288182498825112889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/6288182498825112889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/englishmen-irishman-and-scotsman.html' title='An Englishmen, Irishman and Scotsman...'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-8822922299282511503</id><published>2009-07-20T10:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:16:06.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from The Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/SmQ06TXrpcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K_YOfaMG9Gw/s1600-h/queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360467632714393026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/SmQ06TXrpcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K_YOfaMG9Gw/s320/queen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of your failure in recent years to nominate competent candidates for President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately. (You should look up 'revocation' in the Oxford English Dictionary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which she does not fancy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a Governor for America without the need for further elections.Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To aid in the transition to a British Crown dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'colour,' 'favour,' 'labour' and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters, and the suffix '-ize' will be replaced by the suffix '-ise.' Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. (look up 'vocabulary').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as ''like' and 'you know' is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as U.S. English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take into account the reinstated letter 'u'' and the elimination of '-ize.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not quite ready to be independent. Guns should only be used for shooting grouse. If you can't sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist, then you're not ready to shoot grouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Although a permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left side with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline) of roughly $10/US gallon. Get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The cold, tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. South African beer is also acceptable, as they are pound for pound the greatest sporting nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of the British Commonwealth - see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialogue in Four Weddings and a Funeral was an experience akin to having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You will cease playing American football. There is only one kind of proper football; you call it soccer. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the South Africans first to take the sting out of their deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 p.m. with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Save the Queen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3410225746583612681-8822922299282511503?l=friday-funny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/feeds/8822922299282511503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-from-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8822922299282511503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3410225746583612681/posts/default/8822922299282511503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friday-funny.blogspot.com/2009/07/message-from-queen.html' title='Message from The Queen'/><author><name>SC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03795484430384385118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/StnxNCBckjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6fLzxAl37WM/S220/skiing02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJK0yICPaKk/SmQ06TXrpcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/K_YOfaMG9Gw/s72-c/queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410225746583612681.post-4622555128688822584</id><published>2009-07-20T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:10:16.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a woman happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. a friend&lt;br /&gt;2. a companion&lt;br /&gt;3. a lover&lt;br /&gt;4. a brother&lt;br /&gt;5. a father&lt;br /&gt;6. a master&lt;br /&gt;7. a chef&lt;br /&gt;8. an electrician&lt;br /&gt;9. a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;10. a plumber&lt;br /&gt;11. a mechanic&lt;br /&gt;12. a decorator&lt;br /&gt;13.. a stylist&lt;br /&gt;14. a sexologist&lt;br /&gt;15. a gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;16. a psychologist&lt;br /&gt;17. a pest exterminator&lt;br /&gt;18. a psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;19. a healer&lt;br /&gt;20. a good listener&lt;br /&gt;21. an organizer&lt;br /&gt;22. a good father&lt;br /&gt;23. very clean&lt;br /&gt;24. sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;25. athletic&lt;br /&gt;26. warm&lt;br /&gt;27. attentive&lt;br /&gt;28. gallant&lt;br /&gt;29. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;30. funny&lt;br /&gt;31. creative&lt;br /&gt;32. tender&lt;br /&gt;33. strong&lt;br /&gt;34. understanding&lt;br /&gt;35. tolerant&lt;br /&gt;36. prudent&lt;br /&gt;37. ambitious&lt;br /&gt;38. capable&lt;br /&gt;39. courageous&lt;br /&gt;40. determined&lt;br /&gt;41. true&lt;br /&gt;42. dependable&lt;br /&gt;43. passionate&lt;br /&gt;44. compassionate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;46. love shopping&lt;br /&gt;47. be honest&lt;br /&gt;48. be very rich&lt;br /&gt;49. not stress her out&lt;br /&gt;50. not look at other girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself&lt;br /&gt;52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself&lt;br /&gt;53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54. Never to forget:&lt;br /&gt;* birthdays&lt;br /&gt;* anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;* arrangements she makes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Show up naked&lt;br /&gt;2. 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I went and spent the money already.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck said, 'OK, then, just bring me the dead donkey.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer asked, 'What ya gonna do with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck said, 'I'm going to raffle him off.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said 'You can't raffle off a dead donkey!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck said, 'Sure I can Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, the farmer met up with Chuck and asked, 'What happened with that dead donkey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck said, 'I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898.00.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, 'Didn't anyone complain?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck said, 'Just the guy who won. 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