<?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-5516004690825696399</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:05:10.626-08:00</updated><category term='Hilarious Jokes'/><category term='Christmas Jokes'/><category term='Animal Jokes'/><category term='Medical Jokes'/><category term='Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Halloween Jokes'/><category term='College Jokes'/><category term='Thanksgiving jokes'/><category term='Lawyer Jokes'/><category term='Golf Jokes'/><category term='Asian Jokes'/><category term='Bar Jokes'/><category term='Marriage Jokes'/><category term='Privacy Policy'/><category term='School Jokes'/><category term='Adult Jokes'/><category term='Children Jokes'/><category term='Office Jokes'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Work Jokes'/><category term='Funny Picture'/><title type='text'>FRESH FREE HUMOROUS JOKES</title><subtitle type='html'>Release Your Stress by Reading Our Free Jokes Collections</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-997137246051369337</id><published>2010-03-30T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:18:10.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>44th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago was my 44th birthday and I wasn`t feeling too good that  morning.&lt;br /&gt;I went to breakfast knowing my wife would be pleasant and say,&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday!", and probably have a present for me.&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, she didn`t even say good morning, let alone any happy  birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, well, that`s wives for you, the children will remember...The  children came in to breakfast and didn`t say a word.&lt;br /&gt;So when I left for the office, I was feeling pretty low and despondent..&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into my office, my secretary Janet said, "Good morning,  Boss, Happy Birthday". And I felt a little better that someone had  remembered.&lt;br /&gt;I worked until noon, then Janet knocked on my door and said, "You know,  it`s such a beautiful day outside, and it`s your birthday, let`s go to  lunch, just you and me."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "That`s the greatest thing I`ve heard all day, let`s go!"&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch we didn`t go where we normally go; instead we went out  to a private little place. We had two martinis and enjoyed lunch  tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the office, she said, "You know, it`s such a  beautiful day, we don`t need to go back to the office, do we?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, I guess not." She said, "Let`s go to my apartment."&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at her apartment she said, "Boss, if you don`t mind, I  think I`ll go into the bedroom. "Sure!" I excitedly replied.&lt;br /&gt;She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out  carrying a huge birthday cake ----- followed by my wife, children, and  dozens of our friends, all singing Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And I just sat there...on the couch...naked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-997137246051369337?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/997137246051369337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=997137246051369337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/997137246051369337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/997137246051369337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/44th-birthday.html' title='44th Birthday'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4827231997778830486</id><published>2010-03-30T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T08:16:17.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Jokes'/><title type='text'>Office Secretary</title><content type='html'>Sarah the sexy secretary walked into her boss's office and said, "I'm  afraid I've got some bad news for you"&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah honey, why do you always have to give me bad news?" he  complained. "Tell me some good news for once."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, here's some good news," said the secretary. "You aren't  sterile....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4827231997778830486?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4827231997778830486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4827231997778830486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4827231997778830486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4827231997778830486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/office-secretary.html' title='Office Secretary'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1651373916973731846</id><published>2010-03-27T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T04:44:40.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Welcome to AmericaWelcome to America</title><content type='html'>A Russian arrives in  New York City  as a new immigrant to the  United&lt;br /&gt;States . He stops the first person he sees walking down the street and&lt;br /&gt;says, "Thank you Mr. American for letting me into this country, giving&lt;br /&gt;me housing, food stamps, free medical care, and a free education!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passerby says, "You are mistaken, I am a Mexican."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man goes on and encounters another passerby. "Thank you for having&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful country here in  America ."&lt;br /&gt;The person says, "I not American, I Vietnamese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new arrival walks farther, and the next person he sees he stops,&lt;br /&gt;shakes his hand, and says, "Thank you for wonderful  America !"&lt;br /&gt;That person puts up his hand and says, "I am from  Middle East ..  I am&lt;br /&gt;not American."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally sees a nice lady and asks, "Are you an American?"&lt;br /&gt;She says, "No, I am from  Canada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, he asks her, "Where are all the Americans?"&lt;br /&gt;The African lady checks her watch and says, "Probably at work."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1651373916973731846?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1651373916973731846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1651373916973731846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1651373916973731846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1651373916973731846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-americawelcome-to-america.html' title='Welcome to AmericaWelcome to America'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1541294877584835782</id><published>2010-02-23T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:51:00.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><title type='text'>Hookers Health</title><content type='html'>A streetwalker was visiting her doctor for a regular checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any specific problems you should tell me about?" the doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I have noticed lately that if I get even the tiniest cut, it  seems to bleed for hours," she replied. "Do you think I might be a  hemophiliac?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the doctor answered, "hemophilia is a genetic disorder and it is  more often found in men, but it is possible for a woman to be a  hemophiliac. Tell me, how much you lose when you have your period?" the  doctor inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calculating for a moment the hooker replied, "Oh, about seven or  eight hundred dollars, I guess."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1541294877584835782?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1541294877584835782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1541294877584835782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1541294877584835782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1541294877584835782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/hookers-health.html' title='Hookers Health'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-340503049559470062</id><published>2010-02-20T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T04:47:00.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Why I Had to Change Hotels Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week I checked into my hotel in Tampa and was a bit lonely.  I  thought, I'll call one of those girls you see advertised in phone books  like escorts and such. I picked up the phone book and found an ad for a  girl calling herself Erogonique, a lovely girl, bending over in the  photo. She had all the right curves in all the right places, beautiful  long wavy hair, long graceful legs..... well, you get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, what the heck, give her a call.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," the woman says .  God, she sounded sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid I would lose my nerve if I hesitated I rushed right in. "Hi, I  hear you give a great massage and I'd like you to come to my room and  give me one. No, wait, I should be straight with you. I'm in town all  alone and what I really want is sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it hard, I want it hot, and I  want it now. Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather, whips, everything  you've got in your bag of tricks. We'll go hot and heavy all night; tie  me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything and  everything!  Now, how does that sound?"&lt;br /&gt;"That sounds fantastic," she says, "but you need to press 9 for an  outside line."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-340503049559470062?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/340503049559470062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=340503049559470062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/340503049559470062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/340503049559470062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-had-to-change-hotels-last-week.html' title='Why I Had to Change Hotels Last Week'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6504590408173158730</id><published>2010-02-17T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:46:00.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Why Women Shouldn't Take Men Shopping</title><content type='html'>After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to  Target.  Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and  preferred to get in and get out.  Equally unfortunate, my wife is like  most women - she loves to browse.  Yesterday my dear wife received the  following letter from the local Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Samuel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in  our store.  We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban  both of you from the store.  Our complaints against your husband, Mr.  Samuel, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance  cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other  people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute  intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the  women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice,  'Code 3 in Housewares.  Get on it right away'.  This caused the employee  to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her  Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing  management to lose time and costing the company money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;amp;Ms  on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the  children shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and  blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying  and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'  EMTs were  called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a  mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked  the clerk where the antidepressants were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming  the 'Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by  using different sizes of funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through,  yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he  assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile,  then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.'  One of  the clerks passed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6504590408173158730?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6504590408173158730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6504590408173158730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6504590408173158730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6504590408173158730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-women-shouldnt-take-men-shopping.html' title='Why Women Shouldn&apos;t Take Men Shopping'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1631589872108263664</id><published>2010-02-16T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T04:44:00.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>I Thought You Were My Wife</title><content type='html'>A completely inebriated man walked into a bar and, after staring for  some time at the only woman seated at the bar, walked over to her,  placed his hand up&lt;br /&gt;her skirt and began fondling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped up and slapped him silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately apologized and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought you were  my wife. You look exactly like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you drunken, worthless, insufferable son of a BITCH!" she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1631589872108263664?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1631589872108263664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1631589872108263664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1631589872108263664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1631589872108263664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-you-were-my-wife.html' title='I Thought You Were My Wife'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1545159630845491525</id><published>2010-02-15T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:44:33.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>15 Signs You Are a Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;15 Signs You Are a Drunk&lt;/h1&gt;15 - You spent Sunday  night in jail for cow-tipping — with your  Oldsmobile.&lt;br /&gt;14 - Although armed with fire extinguishers, friends stood at a safe  distance as you blew out your birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;13 - Thanks to you, Jack Daniels stock is up 15 1/4 since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Boris Yeltsin called personally to ask you to slow down on the  Stoli.&lt;br /&gt;11 - For some reason, there's salt on the rim of your basketball goal.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Your name is Otis and Sheriff Andy has brought you some of Aunt  Bea's pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;9 - For the money you spent on Thunderbird, you could've bought the  automobile.&lt;br /&gt;8 - You're now the proud inventor of the "Slim Jim": Ultra Slim-Fast  shakes made with Jim Beam.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Answering machine full of warnings from Coach Switzer.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Absolut wants to run an ad featuring a picture of your liver in the  shape of a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Yet again, dry cleaner employees greet you with, "Hey, it's Vomit  Man!"&lt;br /&gt;4 - The doorman asks for your I.D. just to see how long it'll take you  to find your pants.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Your liver, in a fit of pique, leaps out of your abdominal cavity  into a pan of frying onions.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Worried friends call Monday morning to make sure you returned the  goat.&lt;br /&gt;1 - You're now sober enough to realize "Drink Canada Dry" is a slogan  and not a personal challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1545159630845491525?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1545159630845491525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1545159630845491525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1545159630845491525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1545159630845491525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/15-signs-you-are-drunk.html' title='15 Signs You Are a Drunk'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1215761661514195530</id><published>2010-01-03T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:46:00.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man returns home a day early from a business trip. It's after midnight. While en route home he asks the cabby if he would be a witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man suspects his wife is having an affair and he wants to catch her in the act. For $100, the cabby agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly arriving home, the husband and cabby tip toe into the bedroom. The husband switches on the lights, yanks the blanket back and there is his wife in bed with another man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband puts a gun to the naked man's head.&lt;br /&gt;The wife shouts, 'Don't do it! I lied when I told you I inherited money.&lt;br /&gt;HE paid for the Corvette I gave you.&lt;br /&gt;HE paid for our new cabin cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;HE paid for your season Pittsburgh Steelers tickets.&lt;br /&gt;HE paid for our house at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;HE paid for our country club membership, and HE even pays the monthly dues!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking his head from side-to-side, the husband lowers the gun. He looks over at the cabby and says, 'What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabby replies, 'I'd cover his ass with that blanket before he catches cold.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1215761661514195530?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1215761661514195530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1215761661514195530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1215761661514195530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1215761661514195530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8381105311044693768</id><published>2010-01-02T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:46:30.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>Cow From Illinois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only cow in a small Kentucky town stopped giving milk. The people did some research and found that they could buy a cow just across the state line in Illinois for $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought the cow from Illinois and the cow was wonderful. It produced lots of milk all of the time, and the people were very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow to produce more cows like it. They would never have to worry about their milk supply again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought the bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow. However, whenever the bull tried to mount the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest. The people were very upset and decided to ask the Vet, who was very wise, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told the Vet what was happening. "Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. An attempt from the side, she walks away to the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vet thought about this for a minute and asked, "Did you by chance, buy this cow in Illinois?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned where they bought the cow. "You are truly a wise Vet," they said. "How did you know we got the cow in Illinois?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye, "My wife is from Illinois." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8381105311044693768?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8381105311044693768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8381105311044693768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8381105311044693768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8381105311044693768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/cow-from-illinois.html' title='Cow From Illinois'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2614109730704037230</id><published>2010-01-02T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:45:51.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>Belligerent Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Panda Bear walks into a café and orders a sandwich and a drink. After he is finished eating, the waiter comes over to bring him the check. When the waiter arrives at the table, he just starts to ask 'Would you like any des...' Then the Panda Bear reaches into his fur, pulls out a gun, and shoots the waiter dead. The Panda Bear then wipes off his chin with his napkin, gets up, and starts to walk out. Just as he is about to go through the door, the manager grabs him. 'Wait a minute!' he yells, 'You just killed my best waiter! Besides that, you didn't even pay for your sandwich!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Panda Bear grasps the manager by the throat, jacks him up, and growls, 'Hey man! I'm a PANDA! Do you know what that means? Why don't you look it up!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this the Panda walks out the door and ambles down the street. The manager, shaken, returns to his office and consults a dictionary. He reads:&lt;br /&gt;'panda - a large mammal of the Asian mountain forests related to raccoons and true bears and characterized by bold black and white markings. Eats shoots and leaves.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2614109730704037230?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2614109730704037230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2614109730704037230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2614109730704037230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2614109730704037230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/belligerent-panda.html' title='Belligerent Panda'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7066989125069104911</id><published>2009-12-25T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:17:00.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Optimist vs. Pessimist Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. If one said the TV was too loud, the other claimed the volume needed to be turned up. Opposite in every way, one was an eternal optimist, the other a doom and gloom pessimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to see what would happen, on the twins’ birthday their father loaded the pessimist’s room with every imaginable toy and game. The optimist’s room he loaded with horse manure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That night the father passed by the pessimist’s room and found him sitting amid his new gifts crying bitterly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Why are you crying?” the father asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Because my friends will be jealous, I’ll have to read all these instructions before I can do anything with this stuff, I’ll constantly need batteries, and my toys will eventually get broken.” answered the pessimist twin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passing the optimist twin’s room, the father found him dancing for joy in the pile of manure. “What are you so happy about?” he asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To which his optimist twin replied, “There’s got to be a pony in here somewhere!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7066989125069104911?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7066989125069104911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7066989125069104911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7066989125069104911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7066989125069104911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/optimist-vs-pessimist-christmas.html' title='Optimist vs. Pessimist Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4481696843496506734</id><published>2009-12-24T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:16:00.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Drunk’s Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,&lt;br /&gt;There were bottles of booze left around by some louse.&lt;br /&gt;When through the North window there came a loud yell&lt;br /&gt;I sprang to my feet to see what the hell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what to my bloodshot eyes should I see,&lt;br /&gt;But eight drunken reindeer caught up in a tree.&lt;br /&gt;And there in the branches, was a man with a sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was Santa, quite tiddley and gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staggering nearer those eight reindeer came,&lt;br /&gt;While he belched and hiccoughed and called them by name&lt;br /&gt;“On Whiskey! On Vodka! we ain’t got all night,&lt;br /&gt;You too, Gin and Brandy, now all do it right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clamber up on the roof, and get off this wall,&lt;br /&gt;Get going you rummies, we’ve still got a long haul!”&lt;br /&gt;So up on the roof went the reindeer and sleigh,&lt;br /&gt;But a tree branch hit Santa before he could sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to my ears like the roll of a barrel,&lt;br /&gt;A hell of a noise that was no Christmas carol.&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled in my head and I cocked a sharp ear,&lt;br /&gt;Down the chimney he plunged, landing smack on his rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was both plump and chubby, and tried to stand right,&lt;br /&gt;But he didn’t fool me, he was high as a kite.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word but went straight to work&lt;br /&gt;And missed half the stockings, the drunken old jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then putting his thumb to the end of his nose,&lt;br /&gt;He fluttered his fingers as he quoted prose.&lt;br /&gt;As he sprung for his sleigh at so hasty a pace,&lt;br /&gt;He tripped on a shingle and he slid on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him call back as he passed out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;“Merry Christmas, you lushes, now really get tight!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4481696843496506734?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4481696843496506734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4481696843496506734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4481696843496506734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4481696843496506734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/drunks-night-before-christmas.html' title='A Drunk’s Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5084273364121531252</id><published>2009-12-23T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:14:00.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>CHANGING CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new contract for Santa has finally been negotiated. . . Please read the following carefully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret to inform you that, effective immediately, I will no longer be able to serve Southern United States on Christmas Eve. Due to the overwhelming current population of the earth, my contract was renegotiated by North American Fairies and Elves Local 209. I now serve only certain areas of Canada and the northern boarder states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the new and better contract I also get longer breaks for milk and cookies so keep that in mind. However, I made certain that your children will be in good hands with your local replacement who happens to be my third cousin, Bubba Claus. His side of the family is from the South Pole. He shares my goal of delivering toys to all the good boys and girls; however, there are a few differences between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differences such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is no danger of a Grinch stealing your presents from Bubba Claus. He has a gun rack on his sleigh and a bumper sticker that reads: These toys insured by Smith and Wesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Instead of milk and cookies, Bubba Claus prefers that children leave an RC cola and pork rinds [or a moon pie] on the fireplace. And Bubba doesn’t smoke a pipe. He dips a little snuff though, so please have an empty spit can handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bubba Claus; sleigh is pulled by floppy-eared, flying coon dogs instead of reindeer. I made the mistake of loaning him a couple of my reindeer one time, and Blitzen’s head now overlooks Bubba’s fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You won’t hear On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen . . ., when Bubba Claus arrives. Instead, you’ll hear, On Earnhardt, on Wallace, on Martin and Labonte. On Rudd, on Jarrett, on Elliott and Petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ho, ho, ho! has been replaced by “Yee Haw!” And you also are likely to hear Bubba’s elves respond, “I herd dat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. As required by Southern highway laws, Bubba Claus’ sleigh does have a Yosemite Sam safety triangle on the back with the words “Back off”. The last I heard it also had other decorations on the sleigh back as well. One is a Ford or Chevy logo with lights that race through the letters and the other is a caricature of me (Santa Claus) going wee-wee on the Tooth Fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The usual Christmas movie classics such as “Miracle on 34th Street” and It’s a “Wonderful Life” will not be shown in your negotiated viewing area. Instead, you’ll see “Boss Hogg Saves Christmas” and “Smokey and the Bandit IV” featuring Burt Reynolds as Bubba Claus and dozens of state patrol cars crashing into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bubba Claus doesn’t wear a belt. If I were you, I’d make sure you, the wife, and the kids turn the other way when he bends over to put presents under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. And finally, lovely Christmas songs have been sung about me like “Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer” and Bing Crosby’s “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town”. This year songs about Bubba Claus will be played on all the AM radio stations in the South. Those song titles will be Mark Chesnutt’s “Bubba Claus Shot the Jukebox”, Cledus T. Judd “All I Want for Christmas Is My Woman and a Six Pack”, and Hank Williams Jr.’s “If You Don’t Like Bubba Claus, You can Shove It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Yours, Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(member of North American Fairies and Elves Local 209)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5084273364121531252?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5084273364121531252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5084273364121531252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5084273364121531252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5084273364121531252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/changing-christmas.html' title='CHANGING CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7077637233528257909</id><published>2009-12-22T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:14:12.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Politically Correct 12 Days Of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my Significant Other in a consenting adult, monogamous relationship gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming, ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note),&lt;br /&gt;TEN melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal ruling class system leaping,&lt;br /&gt;NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products from enslaved Bovine-Americans,&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands, SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,&lt;br /&gt;FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration, (NOTE: after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid further Animal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package has been revised.)&lt;br /&gt;FOUR hours of recorded whale songs&lt;br /&gt;THREE deconstructionist poets&lt;br /&gt;TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses and…&lt;br /&gt;ONE Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7077637233528257909?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7077637233528257909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7077637233528257909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7077637233528257909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7077637233528257909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/politically-correct-12-days-of.html' title='The Politically Correct 12 Days Of Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7992270681013628458</id><published>2009-12-17T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:03:31.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><title type='text'>Microsoft Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, except Papa's mouse.&lt;br /&gt;The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,&lt;br /&gt;As Papa did last minute Internet shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the modem with care&lt;br /&gt;In hope that St. Nicholas would bring new software.&lt;br /&gt;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of computer games danced in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PageMaker for Billy, and Quicken for Dan,&lt;br /&gt;And Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.&lt;br /&gt;The letters to Santa had been sent out by Mom,&lt;br /&gt;To santaclaus@toyshop.northpole.com -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which has now been re-routed to Washington State&lt;br /&gt;Because Santa's workshop has been bought by Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;All the elves and reindeer have had to skedaddle&lt;br /&gt;To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After centuries of a life that was simple and spare,&lt;br /&gt;St. Nicholas is suddenly a new billionaire,&lt;br /&gt;With a shiny red Porsche in the place of his sleigh,&lt;br /&gt;And a house on Lake Washington that's just down the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where Bill has his mansion. The old fellow preens&lt;br /&gt;In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans.&lt;br /&gt;The elves have stock options and desks with a view,&lt;br /&gt;Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dolls or toy soldiers or little toy drums (ahem - pardon me)&lt;br /&gt;No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums&lt;br /&gt;Will be under the tree, only compact disk ROMS&lt;br /&gt;With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive,&lt;br /&gt;From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles the competitors came,&lt;br /&gt;And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, ADOBE! Now, CLARIS! Now, INTUIT! too,&lt;br /&gt;Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you are all of you through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist,&lt;br /&gt;It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist -&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf,&lt;br /&gt;And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's scheme,&lt;br /&gt;And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream.&lt;br /&gt;To the top of the NASDAQ! to the top of the Dow!&lt;br /&gt;Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mama in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,&lt;br /&gt;Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;The whir and the hum of our satellite platter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy.&lt;br /&gt;As I sprang from my bed and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates.&lt;br /&gt;And I heard them exclaim in voice so bright,&lt;br /&gt;Have a Microsoft Christmas, and to all a good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7992270681013628458?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7992270681013628458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7992270681013628458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7992270681013628458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7992270681013628458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/microsoft-christmas.html' title='Microsoft Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1768081795625421241</id><published>2009-12-17T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:01:14.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><title type='text'>Ebonics Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Twas da night befo' Christmas and all in the hood, Not a homie was stirring cuz it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;The tube socks was hung on the window sill and we all had smiles up on our grill.&lt;br /&gt;Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib in the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live.&lt;br /&gt;And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine, had just gotten busy cuz girlfriend is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by, Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system's fly.&lt;br /&gt;I bounced to the window at a quarter pas' 'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!&lt;br /&gt;well anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this! She said, Stop frontin' &amp;amp; just mind yo' bidness.&lt;br /&gt;I said, for real doe, come check dis out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt. Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way&lt;br /&gt;Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"&lt;br /&gt;He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz, "Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"&lt;br /&gt;To the top of the projects &amp;amp; across the strip mall, We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof, and sippin' on a 40, he busted a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!" he said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz&lt;br /&gt;I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."&lt;br /&gt;Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings a credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.&lt;br /&gt;He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat, and busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"&lt;br /&gt;he said,"You best get on up out my face!"&lt;br /&gt;His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,&lt;br /&gt;His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped down the duffle, Bulls logo on the side.&lt;br /&gt;Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.&lt;br /&gt;A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,&lt;br /&gt;He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof&lt;br /&gt;He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome,&lt;br /&gt;To tap that big booty waitin' at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I heard as he cruised outta sight, was a loud and hearty.....&lt;br /&gt;"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1768081795625421241?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1768081795625421241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1768081795625421241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1768081795625421241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1768081795625421241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/ebonics-christmas.html' title='Ebonics Christmas'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7402487890733188992</id><published>2009-11-26T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:35:53.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving jokes'/><title type='text'>No Thanksgiving Dinner</title><content type='html'>No Thanksgiving Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the night before Thanksgiving and all through our house&lt;br /&gt;No turkey is baking; I feel like a louse,&lt;br /&gt;For I am all nestled, so snug in my bed;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not gettin’ up and I’m not bakin’ bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pies in my oven, no cranberry sauce&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I give the orders, and I am the boss.&lt;br /&gt;When out in the kitchen, there arose such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;I almost got up to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drew in my head and was tossing around&lt;br /&gt;To the bed came my husband, he grimaced, he frowned.&lt;br /&gt;And laying his finger aside of his nose,&lt;br /&gt;He scared me to death and I thought, “Here he goes!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word as he threw back my quilt&lt;br /&gt;And the look that he gave was intended to wilt.&lt;br /&gt;So up to the ceiling my pillows he threw&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had had it, his face had turned blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You prancer, you dodger, you’re lazy, you vixen&lt;br /&gt;Out yonder in kitchen, Thanksgiving you’re fixing.”&lt;br /&gt;But he heard me explain, with my face in a pout:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just plain too tired and we're eating out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7402487890733188992?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7402487890733188992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7402487890733188992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7402487890733188992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7402487890733188992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-thanksgiving-dinner.html' title='No Thanksgiving Dinner'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3742945348183294370</id><published>2009-11-26T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:34:48.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving jokes'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Divorce</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving Divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the day before Thanksgiving and says,"I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams. We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the father says. "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like heck they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at her father, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay," he says, "they're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3742945348183294370?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3742945348183294370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3742945348183294370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3742945348183294370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3742945348183294370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-divorce.html' title='Thanksgiving Divorce'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3400195220661897111</id><published>2009-11-06T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:24:00.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>French Prostitutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="jokeBody"&gt; Annoyed by the professor of anatomy who liked to tell "naughty" stories during class, a group of female students decided that the next time he started to tell one, they would all rise and leave the room in protest. The professor, however, got wind of their scheme just before class the following day, so he bided his time. Then, halfway through the lecture, he began. "They say there is quite a shortage of prostitutes in France." The girls looked at one another, arose and started for the door. "Young ladies," said the professor with a broad smile, "the next plane doesn't leave till tomorrow afternoon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3400195220661897111?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3400195220661897111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3400195220661897111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3400195220661897111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3400195220661897111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/french-prostitutes.html' title='French Prostitutes'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2171974392038885873</id><published>2009-11-05T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:18:00.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><title type='text'>Viagra and Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viagra and Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman asks her husband, 'Would you like some bacon and eggs, a&lt;br /&gt;slice of toast, and maybe some grapefruit and coffee?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He declines. 'Thanks for asking, but I'm not hungry right now. It's&lt;br /&gt;this Viagra,' he says. 'It's really taken the edge off my appetite.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchtime she asked him if he would like something. 'A bowl of&lt;br /&gt;soup, homemade muffins, or a cheese sandwich?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He declines. 'The Viagra,' he says, 'really trashes my desire for food.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come dinnertime, she asks if he wants anything to eat. 'Would you&lt;br /&gt;like a juicy rib eye steak and scrumptious apple pie? Or maybe a&lt;br /&gt;rotisserie chicken or tasty stir fry?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He declines again. 'No,' he says, 'it's got to be the Viagra....I'm&lt;br /&gt;still not hungry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' she says, 'Would you mind letting me up? I'm starving.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2171974392038885873?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2171974392038885873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2171974392038885873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2171974392038885873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2171974392038885873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/viagra-and-food.html' title='Viagra and Food'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1656656785028757680</id><published>2009-11-04T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:18:35.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Beautiful Teacher</title><content type='html'>The Beautiful Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty teacher was concerned with one of her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking him aside after class one day, she asked, "Little Johnny, why has your school work been so poor lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in love," the boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back an urge to smile, she asked, "With whom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With YOU!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Johnny," she said gently, "don't you see how silly that is? It's true that I would like a husband of my own someday. But I don't want a child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't worry," the boy said reassuringly, "I'll use a rubber!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1656656785028757680?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1656656785028757680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1656656785028757680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1656656785028757680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1656656785028757680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-teacher.html' title='The Beautiful Teacher'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5871660119719985323</id><published>2009-11-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:10:00.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde accident</title><content type='html'>A blonde had just totaled her car in a horrific accident. Miraculously, she managed to pry herself from the wreckage without a scratch and was applying fresh lipstick when the state trooper arrived.&lt;br /&gt;"My God!" the trooper gasped. "Your car looks like an accordion that was stomped on by an elephant. Are you OK ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, officer, I'm just fine" the blonde chirped.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how in the world did this happen?" the officer asked as he surveyed the wrecked car.&lt;br /&gt;"Officer, it was the strangest thing!" the blonde began. I was driving along this road when from out of nowhere this TREE pops up in front of me. So I swerved to the right, and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was ANOTHER tree! I served to the right and there was another tree! I swerved to the left and there was ...."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, ma'am", the officer said, cutting her off, "There isn't a tree on this road for 30 miles. That was your air freshener swinging back and forth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5871660119719985323?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5871660119719985323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5871660119719985323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5871660119719985323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5871660119719985323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/blonde-accident.html' title='Blonde accident'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2410492463619090176</id><published>2009-11-01T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:59:00.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Really Bad Day</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into a bar and orders 6 shooters. The bartender says, "Looks like you are having a bad day."&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "Am I ever! To start, I woke up late for work. On my way to work I got in an accident. When I got to work I was four hours late, so the boss fired me. Then to top everything off I came home to my wife screwing my best friend."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "What did you say to your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "I told her to get out, and I never want to see her again."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "What did you say to your best friend?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "I said BAD DOG!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2410492463619090176?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2410492463619090176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2410492463619090176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2410492463619090176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2410492463619090176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-bad-day.html' title='Really Bad Day'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4203426687483040466</id><published>2009-10-31T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:57:00.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Rancher John</title><content type='html'>Old ranch owner John farmed a small ranch in Montana. The Montana Wage and Hour Department claimed he was not paying proper wages to his workers and sent an agent out to interview him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them,' demanded the agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' replied old John, 'There's my ranch hand who's been with me for 3 years. I pay him $600 a week plus free room and board. The cook has been here for 18 months, and I pay her $500 a week plus free room and board. Then there's the half-wit who works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's the guy I want to talk to, the half-wit,' says the agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That would be me,' replied old rancher John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4203426687483040466?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4203426687483040466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4203426687483040466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4203426687483040466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4203426687483040466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/rancher-john.html' title='Rancher John'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8254766700822657972</id><published>2009-10-30T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:16:00.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Jokes'/><title type='text'>Halloween Jokes</title><content type='html'>Halloween Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do ghosts have in their noses? A. Boo- gers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What does the devil keep between his legs? A.Great balls of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why do men ghosts like girl ghosts? A. Because they have big boo-bies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What did the lady ghost name her weener-dog? A. Holly-weeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you get when you goose a ghost? A. A handful of sheet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What did Dracula say after reading all these jokes? A. They suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why can't two ghosts kiss? A: 'cause they'd go right through each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are the two lumps on a girl ghost's upper half?A:boooooobies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do ghosts scare people?A: They hope they'll scare the LIVING soul out of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why don't you ever see ghost's poop?A: Because its invisable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is a ghost's favorite place to eat? A: BOOOOOOOger King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did the owl say to the girl ghost as shewalked by? A: Nice HOOOOOTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did the boy vampire say to the girl? A: Let me get a suck of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did the ghost say when the boy told him a joke? A: You KILL me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why was the vampire's face white? A: Because he got the living-daylight sucked out of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8254766700822657972?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8254766700822657972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8254766700822657972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8254766700822657972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8254766700822657972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-jokes.html' title='Halloween Jokes'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3000913061552852962</id><published>2009-10-30T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:06:45.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde and a Boat</title><content type='html'>During late spring one year, a blonde was trying out her new boat. She was unable to have her boat perform, travel through water, or do any maneuvers whatsoever no matter how hard she tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying for over three days to make it work properly, she decided to seek help. She putted the boat over to the local marina in hopes that someone there could identify her problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workers determined that everything from the engine to the out drive was working perfectly on the topside of the boat. So, a puzzled marina employee jumped into the water to check underneath the boat for problems. Because he was laughing so hard, he came up choking on water and gasping for air. Under the boat, still strapped in place securely, was the trailer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3000913061552852962?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3000913061552852962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3000913061552852962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3000913061552852962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3000913061552852962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/blonde-and-boat.html' title='Blonde and a Boat'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3534263880862505967</id><published>2009-10-30T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:57:24.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Doggy Style</title><content type='html'>Two guys are driving along in a car when they see two dogs mating in someone's yard. The driver says: "That is great. Me and my wife do that every night."&lt;br /&gt;The passenger replies, "My wife is conservative, she likes the old fashioned way. But if you tell me how you get your wife to do this, I would like to try it."&lt;br /&gt;The driver says: "Give your wife two drinks and she will be all set."&lt;br /&gt;The next morning they're cruising along and the driver asks "How was it?"&lt;br /&gt;The passenger answer: "It was great, but it took my wife ten drinks."&lt;br /&gt;The driver looks at him funny and says "TEN DRINKS?"&lt;br /&gt;The passenger says "Yes. After two she was more than willing to make love that way, but it took her eight more to get her out on the front lawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3534263880862505967?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3534263880862505967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3534263880862505967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3534263880862505967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3534263880862505967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/doggy-style.html' title='Doggy Style'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5862194926475829185</id><published>2009-10-30T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:56:23.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Jokes'/><title type='text'>Punctuation</title><content type='html'>A kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the time came to present what they'd found, the first little boy walked up to the front of the class made a small white dot on the blackboard and sat back down. Puzzled, the teacher asked him just what it was.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a period,'' said the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can see that,'' she said, ''but what is so exciting about a period?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Damned if I know,'' said the little boy, ''but this morning my sister was missing one, Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted, and the man next door shot himself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5862194926475829185?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5862194926475829185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5862194926475829185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5862194926475829185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5862194926475829185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/punctuation.html' title='Punctuation'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5839422095050878149</id><published>2009-10-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:13:00.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>10 Halloween Jokes: Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren't...</title><content type='html'>10 Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So...What'd you get in the sack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Once you get under the sheet, start moaning and groaning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just hop on that broomstick and ride it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Those small suckers are gone in a few licks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got the best piece from that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Quit screwing around on the porch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stick your hand in and guess what you're feeling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It was so filled and heavy, I had to use TWO hands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. They'll suck you dry if they get their teeth in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I bobbed and bobbed, but couldn't get my mouth around it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5839422095050878149?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5839422095050878149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5839422095050878149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5839422095050878149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5839422095050878149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-halloween-jokes-things-that-sound.html' title='10 Halloween Jokes: Things That Sound Dirty On Halloween, But Aren&apos;t...'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5838793771295962783</id><published>2009-10-24T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:11:00.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Retirement bonus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Retirement bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Navy found they had too many officers and decided to offer an early retirement bonus. They promised any officer who volunteered for retirement a bonus of $1000 for every inch measured in a straight line between any two points in his body. The officer got to choose what those two points would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first officer who accepted, asked that he be measured from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. He was measured at six feet and walked out with a bonus of $72,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second officer who accepted was a little smarter and asked to be measured from the tip of his outstretched hands to his toes. He walked out with $96,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one was a grizzly old Captain who, when asked where he would like to be measured replied "from the tip of my penis to my testicles." It was suggested by the pension man that he may want to reconsider, explaining about the nice checks the previous two officers had received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the old Captain insisted and they decided to go along with him providing the measurement was taken by a medical officer. The medical officer arrived and instructed the Captain to "drop 'em," which he did. The medical officer placed the tape measure on the tip of the Captain's penis and began to work back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God!" he suddenly exclaimed, "Where are your testicles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain calmly replied "Vietnam."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5838793771295962783?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5838793771295962783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5838793771295962783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5838793771295962783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5838793771295962783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/retirement-bonus.html' title='Retirement bonus'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7806448788369608416</id><published>2009-10-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:14:00.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Reasons Why Trick-or-Treating is Better Than Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top Ten Reasons Why Trick-or-Treating is Better Than Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You are guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you get tired, wait ten minutes and go back at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The stranger you look, the easier it is to get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You don't have to compliment the person who gave it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person you are with doesn't fantasize you're someone else, you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you get a stomach ache, it won't last nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you wear leather and chains, no one thinks you're kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Doesn't matter if kids hear you moaning and groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Less guilt the next morning from over-indulging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you don't get what you want at one place, you can always go next door to get more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7806448788369608416?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7806448788369608416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7806448788369608416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7806448788369608416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7806448788369608416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-ten-reasons-why-trick-or-treating.html' title='Top Ten Reasons Why Trick-or-Treating is Better Than Sex'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6015572712027692731</id><published>2009-10-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:22:52.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Lie Detector Robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Lie Detector Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was a salesman's delight when it came to any kind of unusual gimmick. His wife Marsha had long ago given up trying to get him to change. One day John came home with another one of his unusual purchases. It was a robot that John claimed was actually a lie detector. It was about 5:30 that afternoon when Tommy, their 11 year old son, returned home from school. Tommy was over 2 hours late. "Where have you been? Why are you over 2 hours late getting home?" asked John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Several of us went to the library to work on an extra credit project," said Tommy. The robot then walked around the table and slapped Tommy, knocking him completely out of his chair. "Son," said John, "this robot is a lie detector. Now tell us where you really were after school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We went to Bobby's house and watched a movie." said Tommy. "What did you watch?" asked Marsha. "The Ten Commandments," answered Tommy. The robot went around to Tommy and once again slapped him, knocking him off his chair once more. With his lip quivering, Tommy got up, sat down and said, "I am sorry I lied. We really watched a tape called Sex Queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am ashamed of you son," said John. "When I was your age, I never lied to my parents."&lt;br /&gt;The robot then walked around to John and delivered a whack that nearly knocked him out of his chair. Marsha doubled over in laughter, almost in tears and said, "Boy, did you ever ask for that one! You can't be too mad with Tommy. After all, he is your son!" With that the robot immediately walked around to Marsha and knocked her out of her chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6015572712027692731?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6015572712027692731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6015572712027692731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6015572712027692731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6015572712027692731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/lie-detector-robot.html' title='The Lie Detector Robot'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-395537866044876047</id><published>2009-10-22T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:05:47.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Mole Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mole Jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everything you ever wanted to know about moles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demoleition - The destruction which moles bring about in your yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dismole - being gloomy on Mole Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imoleble - anything that does not have to do with a mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mol - the symbol for mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mole-mole - a mole double agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molearchy - government in which moles are in complete control; under this government Mole Day is celebrated three times a year and chemistry is the only scientific subject taught in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molebile - a mole which hangs from the ceiling; also a term describing anything which can move rapidly inderground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molect - the obsessive collection of Mole Day stuff including T-shirts, lawn decorations, pins, and endless other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molectomy - the study of a mole's insides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molehill - a large hill made of dirt in your backyard, formed from moles borrowing underground; also a term used to describe anything that's pesky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moleism - the continual reverence of moles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molelaberate - working together on a project which includes moles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moleodic - a word describing the Mole Day songs which are played over the loudspeaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moleskito - a tiny molelike creature with wings which drinks the blood of anyone who doesn't remember when Mole Day is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remoletly - obscurely having to do with a mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remolte control - a devise used by moles to watch all their favorite television shows, such as Bill Nye the Science Guy and the Discovery Channel, particularly used by lazy papa moles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophmole - anyone in the tenth grade who is taking Chemistry already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thermole - an adjective describing a mole of a highly explosive substance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is it bad to tell mole jokes?&lt;br /&gt;A: It's mole-itically incorrect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is a mole's favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;A: The Green Mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did Avogadro teach his students in math class?&lt;br /&gt;A: Moletiplication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kind of fruit did Avogadro eat in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;A: Watermolens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why was there only one Avogadro?&lt;br /&gt;A: When they made him, they broke the Moled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What kept Avogadro in bed for two months?&lt;br /&gt;A: Moleonucleosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get when you have a bunch of moles acting like idiots?&lt;br /&gt;A: A bunch of Moleasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What line from Shakespeare do high school moles have to memorize?&lt;br /&gt;A: "To mole or not to mole, this is the question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did Avogadro invent for his wife to use as a night cream?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oil of Molay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How much does Avogadro exaggerate?&lt;br /&gt;A: He makes mountains out of mole hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What element do moles love to study in chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;A: Molybdenum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is Avogadro's favorite kind of music?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rock 'N' Mole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What did Avogadro get when he mixed ice cream, chocolate syrup, and milk together?&lt;br /&gt;A: A chocolate Molted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What happens when a mole bites a dog?&lt;br /&gt;A: He becomes Moleicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Avogadro loved to watch MASH.  Which character did he like most?&lt;br /&gt;A: Father Molecahy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was Avogadro's favorite Indian tribe?&lt;br /&gt;A: The Molehawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-395537866044876047?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/395537866044876047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=395537866044876047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/395537866044876047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/395537866044876047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/mole-jokes.html' title='Mole Jokes'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6653288887303350196</id><published>2009-10-22T05:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T05:05:17.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Trust Mom</title><content type='html'>Trust Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful Ben's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between Ben and his roommate and this only made her more curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Ben and the roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Ben volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Allison and I are just roommates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, Allison came to Ben and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. "You don't suppose she took it, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he sat down and wrote: "Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, Ben received a letter from his mother which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Allison, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Allison. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6653288887303350196?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6653288887303350196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6653288887303350196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6653288887303350196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6653288887303350196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/trust-mom.html' title='Trust Mom'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3173536170925696175</id><published>2009-10-22T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T05:03:53.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Wife knows Best</title><content type='html'>Wife knows Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband is watching footie when his wife interrupts, "Honey, the hallway light has been flickering for weeks. Can you fix it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He angrily looks at her and says, "Fix the light? Now? Does it look like I have a G.E Logo printed on my forehead? I don't think so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what about the fridge door. It doesn't close right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fix the Fridge Door??? Does it look like I have Westinghouse written on my forehead? I don't think so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok", she says, "then you could at least fix the front door steps. They're about to break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't no damn Carpenter and I don't wanna fix any steps," he says. "Does it look like I've got ACE hardware written on my forehead? I don't think so. I've had enough. I'm off to the bar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours at the local, he feels guilty and decides to go home and make up with his wife. As he walks up to the house he notice the steps are fixed. As he goes into the house he sess the hall light is working, and as he goes to get a beer, he notices the fridge door is fixed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, how'd you get all this fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies: "Well, after you left I was sitting outside crying when a nice young man asked what was wrong. I told him, he offered to do all the repairs and all I had to do was to either bake a cake or go to bed with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "So, what kind of cake did you bake him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Helllllloooooo.......Do you see Betty Crocker written on my forehead?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3173536170925696175?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3173536170925696175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3173536170925696175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3173536170925696175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3173536170925696175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/wife-knows-best.html' title='Wife knows Best'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1223624232548681292</id><published>2009-10-22T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:49:05.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Sexy Secretary</title><content type='html'>A married man decided to work late to be with his sexy secretary, so he called his wife to make up an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work he invited his secretary to dinner. It soon became obvious that he was going to get lucky, so the two went back to her apartment and had great sex for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward the fellow went to the bathroom to straighten up for the trip home and noticed a huge hickey on his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He panicked, wondering what he was going to tell his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the man unlocked his front door, his dog came bounding to greet him. Aha, the man thought, and promptly fell to the carpet, pretending to fight off the affectionate animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding his neck with one hand, he said, "Honey, look what the dog did to my neck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hell, that's nothing" she answered, ripping open her blouse.&lt;br /&gt;"Look what he did to my breasts!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1223624232548681292?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1223624232548681292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1223624232548681292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1223624232548681292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1223624232548681292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-secretary.html' title='Sexy Secretary'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6642744007696612097</id><published>2009-10-12T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:17:27.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Peanuts</title><content type='html'>A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady.&lt;br /&gt;She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up.&lt;br /&gt;After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;him another handful of peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;She repeats this gesture about five more times.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lady, 'Why don't you eat the peanuts yourself?'.&lt;br /&gt;'We can't chew them because we've no teeth', she replied.&lt;br /&gt;The puzzled driver asks, 'Why do you buy them then?'&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied, 'We just love the chocolate around them.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6642744007696612097?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6642744007696612097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6642744007696612097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6642744007696612097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6642744007696612097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/peanuts.html' title='Peanuts'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-869406190239830685</id><published>2009-10-09T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:19:33.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>The afterlife</title><content type='html'>The afterlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long life, the husband was the first to go, and true to his word he made contact,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mary. Mary.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is that you, Fred?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I've come back like we agreed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What's it like?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex, I have breakfast, off to the golf course, I have sex, I bathe in the sun, and then I have sex twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lunch, another romp around the golf course, then sex pretty much all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, golf course again. Then have sex until late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day it starts again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Fred you surely must be in heaven.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not exactly, I'm a rabbit in Suffolk.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-869406190239830685?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/869406190239830685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=869406190239830685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/869406190239830685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/869406190239830685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/afterlife.html' title='The afterlife'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2343364682112105550</id><published>2009-10-09T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:00:20.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>An Absolutely Brilliant Story, ENJOY!</title><content type='html'>A Woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman freed the frog, and the frog said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you wish for, your husband will get ten times of it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "That's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog warned her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world,an Adonis whom women will flock to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BOOM- she's the most beautiful Woman in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he will be ten times richer than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BOOM- she's the richest woman in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to have a mild heart attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention female readers: This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2343364682112105550?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2343364682112105550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2343364682112105550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2343364682112105550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2343364682112105550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/absolutely-brilliant-story-enjoy.html' title='An Absolutely Brilliant Story, ENJOY!'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5190324938075137494</id><published>2009-10-09T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:55:46.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Really Bad Day</title><content type='html'>There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink.. I just can't stand to see a man cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5190324938075137494?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5190324938075137494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5190324938075137494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5190324938075137494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5190324938075137494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-bad-day.html' title='A Really Bad Day'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4153719199669290368</id><published>2009-10-05T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:53:00.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Doctor's Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Bob is an expert in his field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it. Don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer. That's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass, green leafy vegetables). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable slop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is beer or wine bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Look, it goes to the earlier point about fruits and vegetables. As we all know, scientists divide everything in the world into three categories: animal, mineral, and vegetable. We all know that beer and wine are not animal, and they are not on the periodic table of elements, so that only leaves one thing, right? My advice: Have a burger and a beer and enjoy your liquid vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body, and you have body fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain... Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You're not listening. Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the secret to healthy eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Thicker gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO... Cocoa beans... another vegetable!!! "It's the best feel good food around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets. Have a cookie... flour is a veggie! One more thing "When life hands you lemons, ask for a bottle of tequila and the salt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn's 5-year-old developed a strong interest in spelling once she learned to spell STOP. After that, she tried to figure out her own words. From the back seat of the car she'd ask, "Mom, what does FGRPL spell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," Kathryn said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at breakfast she'd suddenly ask, "Mom, what does DOEB spell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," Kathryn answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for several weeks. Then one afternoon as they sat coloring in her room she asked, "Mom, what does LMDZ spell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn smiled at her and said, "Nothing, sweetheart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5-year-old carefully set down her crayon, sighed and said, "Boy, there sure are a lot of ways to spell Nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little child in church for the first time watched as the ushers passed the offering plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they neared the pew where he sat, the youngster piped up so that everyone could hear: "Don't pay for me Daddy, I'm under five."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=- -=*=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feminist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A radical feminist is getting on a bus when, just in front of her, a man gets up from his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks to herself, "Here's another man trying to keep up the customs of a patriarchal society by offering a poor, defenseless woman his seat," so she pushes him back onto the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the man tries to get up again. She is still insulted so she refuses to let him up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the man says, "Look, lady, you've got to let me get up. I'm twelve blocks past my stop already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4153719199669290368?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4153719199669290368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4153719199669290368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4153719199669290368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4153719199669290368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/doctors-advice.html' title='Doctor&apos;s Advice'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1126408911004468870</id><published>2009-10-04T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:58:09.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Top 10 things only women understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 things only women understand&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10) Cats' facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) “Fat” clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The difference between beige, off-white and eggshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Cutting your bangs to make them grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Eyelash curlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Other women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1126408911004468870?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1126408911004468870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1126408911004468870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1126408911004468870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1126408911004468870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-10-things-only-women-understand.html' title='Top 10 things only women understand'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3934502945172697718</id><published>2009-10-04T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:52:46.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Jokes'/><title type='text'>Whom To Marry (According To Kids)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Garamond;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;color:#004040;"   &gt;( 1 ) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you&lt;br /&gt;like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should&lt;br /&gt;keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;br /&gt;-- Alan, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;( 2 ) No person really decides before they grow up who they're going&lt;br /&gt;to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later&lt;br /&gt;who you're stuck with.&lt;br /&gt;-- Kirsten, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.&lt;br /&gt;-- Camille, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;( 2 ) No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.&lt;br /&gt;-- Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be&lt;br /&gt;yelling at the same kids.&lt;br /&gt;-- Derrick, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) Both don't want any more kids.&lt;br /&gt;-- Lori, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( 1 ) Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to&lt;br /&gt;know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long&lt;br /&gt;enough.&lt;br /&gt;-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;( 2 ) On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that&lt;br /&gt;usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.&lt;br /&gt;-- Martin, age 10 (wise beyond his years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( 1 ) I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the&lt;br /&gt;newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.&lt;br /&gt;-- Craig, age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) When they're rich.&lt;br /&gt;-- Pam, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;( 2 ) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess&lt;br /&gt;with that.&lt;br /&gt;-- Curt, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;( 3 ) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should&lt;br /&gt;marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;-- Howard, age 8 (this one has very good morals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) I don't know which is better, but I'll tell you one thing. I'm&lt;br /&gt;never going to have sex with my wife. I don't want to be all grossed&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;-- Theodore, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;( 2 ) It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need&lt;br /&gt;someone to clean up after them.&lt;br /&gt;-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?&lt;br /&gt;-- Kelvin, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 Favorite is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 ) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ricky, age 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3934502945172697718?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3934502945172697718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3934502945172697718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3934502945172697718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3934502945172697718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/whom-to-marry-according-to-kids.html' title='Whom To Marry (According To Kids)'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-135372752960864903</id><published>2009-09-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:09:00.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Day in Court</title><content type='html'>A Day in Court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a laborious two-week criminal trial in a very&lt;br /&gt;high-profile bank robbery case, the jury finally ended its&lt;br /&gt;14 hours of deliberations and entered the courtroom to&lt;br /&gt;deliver its verdict to the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge turned to the jury foreman and asked, "Has the&lt;br /&gt;jury reached a verdict in this case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we have, Your Honor," the foreman responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please pass it to me," the judge declared, as he motioned&lt;br /&gt;for the bailiff to retrieve the verdict slip from the&lt;br /&gt;foreman and deliver it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the judge read the verdict himself, he delivered the&lt;br /&gt;verdict slip back to his bailiff to be returned to the&lt;br /&gt;foreman. He then instructed the foreman, "Please read your&lt;br /&gt;verdict to the court."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We find the defendant NOT GUILTY of all four counts of bank&lt;br /&gt;robbery," announced the foreman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family and friends of the defendant jumped for joy at&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the "not guilty" verdict, and they hugged each&lt;br /&gt;other as they shouted expressions of divine gratitude. The&lt;br /&gt;defendant's attorney turned to his client and asked, "So,&lt;br /&gt;what do you think about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defendant looked around the courtroom slowly with a&lt;br /&gt;bewildered look on his face and then turned to his defense&lt;br /&gt;attorney and said, "I'm real confused here. Does this mean&lt;br /&gt;that I have to give all the money back?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-135372752960864903?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/135372752960864903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=135372752960864903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/135372752960864903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/135372752960864903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-in-court.html' title='A Day in Court'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-127750859402915662</id><published>2009-09-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:05:00.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Legal Eyesight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Legal Eyesight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The old man was a witness in a burglary trial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The defense lawyer asked Sam, "Did you see my client commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this burglary?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yes," said Sam, "I plainly saw him take the goods."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The lawyer asked again, "Sam, this happened at night. Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you sure you saw my client commit this crime?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yes," said Sam, "I saw him do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then the lawyer asked, "Sam, listen: you are 80 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and your eyesight probably is bad. Just how far can you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sam replied, "I can see the moon -- how far is that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-127750859402915662?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/127750859402915662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=127750859402915662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/127750859402915662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/127750859402915662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/legal-eyesight.html' title='Legal Eyesight'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4129277469712560913</id><published>2009-09-27T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:57:37.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Jokes'/><title type='text'>Why are some hair white</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do&lt;br /&gt;the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her&lt;br /&gt;mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast&lt;br /&gt;on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some&lt;br /&gt;of your hairs white, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong&lt;br /&gt;and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and&lt;br /&gt;then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4129277469712560913?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4129277469712560913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4129277469712560913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4129277469712560913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4129277469712560913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-some-hair-white.html' title='Why are some hair white'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5014745355463475367</id><published>2009-09-27T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:50:20.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Be sure and Cancel your Credit Cards Before You Die</title><content type='html'>Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die. This is so priceless, and so easy to see happening, customer service being what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady died this past January, and Citibank billed her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, an d added late fees and interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00, now somewhere around $60.00. A family member placed a call to Citibank. Here is the exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "I am calling to tell you she died in&lt;br /&gt;January."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Maybe, you should turn it over to collections. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Since it is two months past due, it already has been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Either report her account to frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Do you think God will be mad at her?" (I really liked this part!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Did you just get what I was telling you - the part about her being dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor." (Duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor gets on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "I'm calling to tell you, she died in January."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank : "The account was never closed and late fees and charges still apply." (This must be a phrase taught by the bank!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "You mean you want to collect from her estate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: (Stammer) "Are you her lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "No, I'm her great nephew." (Lawyer info given)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Could you fax us a certificate of death?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; B&gt;Family Member: "Sure." (Fax number is given )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they get the fax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Our system just isn't setup for death. I don't know what more I can do to help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep bi lling her. I don't think she will care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Well, the late fees and charges do still apply."(What is wrong with these people?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Would you like her new billing address?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank&lt; /B&gt;: "That might help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: " Odessa Memorial Cemetery , Highway 129, Plot Number 69."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Sir, that's a cemetery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "What do you do with dead people on your planet???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5014745355463475367?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5014745355463475367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5014745355463475367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5014745355463475367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5014745355463475367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-sure-and-cancel-your-credit-cards.html' title='Be sure and Cancel your Credit Cards Before You Die'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8740272573305822158</id><published>2009-06-06T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:03:24.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>How to ask your Boss for a salary increase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="e" id="q_11a05480adc6d2b7_0"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt; 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font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;wadays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; much has changed. 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&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;t doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ticeably well as yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; 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font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;mists &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;t sure if the United States &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; may go into a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;ther recession. After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;vember presidential elections &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; things may turn bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;thing more to add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;w.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;w what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff007f;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 127); font-family: Georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8740272573305822158?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8740272573305822158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8740272573305822158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8740272573305822158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8740272573305822158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-ask-your-boss-for-salary.html' title='How to ask your Boss for a salary increase'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5648009390270960342</id><published>2009-06-06T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:00:19.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Out the Window</title><content type='html'>A French man, an English man, an American man, and a lawyer were sitting on a&lt;br /&gt;train. The French man offered everyone some French bread, then he threw it out&lt;br /&gt;the window. The French man said, "Don't worry we have plenty of those where I&lt;br /&gt;come from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English man offered everyone a crumpet and then he threw it out the window.&lt;br /&gt;The English man said, "Don't worry we have plenty of those where I come from."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American man quickly threw the lawyer out the window. The American said,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry we have plenty of those where I come from."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5648009390270960342?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5648009390270960342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5648009390270960342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5648009390270960342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5648009390270960342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-window.html' title='Out the Window'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7540607083868947921</id><published>2009-01-12T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T06:21:44.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>I ain't touchin' it</title><content type='html'>An armless man in a long jacket walks into a bathroom and stands by a urinal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon seeing he needs help to use the toilet he asks a closeby man, " Can you help me point my penis" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man reluctantly accepted but, decided not to look at the mans penis. After a few seconds of holding it he thinks, " Hey! I'm grabbing it right"? " So I should look, I have a right"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks down at the mans member and sees that is beyond hidious. Startled he jumps back and lets go, asking. " What the hell is wrong with it ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "armless" man pulls his arms out of his jacket and says "I dunno, but, I ain't touchin' it." and walks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7540607083868947921?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7540607083868947921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7540607083868947921&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7540607083868947921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7540607083868947921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-aint-touchin-it.html' title='I ain&apos;t touchin&apos; it'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3018968150277053519</id><published>2008-12-25T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:36:08.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Jokes'/><title type='text'>Did Santa Give You That Present?</title><content type='html'>On Christmas morning a cop on horseback is sitting at a traffic light, and next to him is a kid on his shiny new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Santa&lt;br /&gt;The cop says to the kid, "Nice bike you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid says, "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop says, "Well, next year tell Santa to put a tail-light on that bike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop then proceeds to issue the kid a $20.00 bicycle safety violation ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid takes the ticket and before he rides off says, "By the way, that's a nice horse you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humoring the kid, the cop says, "Yeah, he sure did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid says, "Well, next year tell Santa to put the stupidity in the horse's brain instead of on his back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3018968150277053519?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3018968150277053519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3018968150277053519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3018968150277053519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3018968150277053519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-santa-give-you-that-present.html' title='Did Santa Give You That Present?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6509911644181823822</id><published>2008-12-25T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:34:24.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Twenty ways to confuse Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt; 1. Instead of milk and cookies, leave him a salad, and a note explaining that you think he could stand to lose a few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While he's in the house, go find his sleigh and write him a speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave him a note, explaining that you've gone away for the holidays. Ask if he would mind watering your plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. While he's in the house, replace all his reindeer with exact replicas. Then wait and see what happens when he tries to get them to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Keep an angry bull in your living room. If you think a bull goes crazy when he sees a little red cape, wait until he sees that big, red Santa suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Build an army of mean-looking snowmen on the roof, holding signs that say "We hate Christmas," and "Go away Santa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Leave a note by the telephone, telling Santa that Mrs. Claus called and wanted to remind him to pick up some milk and a loaf of bread on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Throw a surprise party for Santa when he comes down the chimney. Refuse to let him leave until the strippers arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. While he's in the house, find the sleigh and sit in it. As soon as he comes back and sees you, tell him that he shouldn't have missed that last payment, and take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Leave a plate filled with cookies and a glass of milk out, with a note that says, "For The Tooth Fairy. :)" Leave another plate out with half a stale cookie and a few drops of skim milk in a dirty glass with a note that says, "For Santa. :("&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Take everything out of your house as if it's just been robbed. When Santa arrives, show up dressed like a policeman and say, "Well, well. They always return to the scene of the crime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Leave out a copy of your Christmas list with last-minute changes and corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. While he's in the house, cover the top of the chimney with barbed wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Leave lots of hunting trophies and guns out where Santa's sure to see them. Go outside, yell, "Ooh! Look! A deer! And he's got a red nose!" and fire a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Leave Santa a note, explaining that you've moved. Include a map with unclear and hard-to-read directions to your new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Set a bear trap at the bottom of the chimney. Wait for Santa to get caught in it, and then explain that you're sorry, but from a distance, he looked like a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Leave out a Santa suit, with an attached dry-cleaning bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Paint "hoof-prints" all over your face and clothes. While he's in the house, go out on the roof. When he comes back up, act like you've been "trampled." Threaten to sue for personal injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Instead of ornaments, decorate your tree with Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Dress up like the Easter Bunny. Wait for Santa to come and then say, "This neighborhood ain't big enough for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6509911644181823822?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6509911644181823822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6509911644181823822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6509911644181823822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6509911644181823822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/12/twenty-ways-to-confuse-santa-claus.html' title='Twenty ways to confuse Santa Claus'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-15285879114810811</id><published>2008-12-25T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:31:34.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Ten worst gifts to buy a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;1. Never give a woman any kind of household appliance or something that is going to make "housework" easier. For instance, a blender, a toaster, a new vacuum, one of those mops they advertise on tv that does everything but suck the life out of you, anything in a informercial. One allowed choice is a new washing machine with a turbo spin cycle. (Makes laundry day go by pretty fast when you can at least sit on it during spin-dry and end up smiling the rest of the day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Any bulk cleaning supplies, "honey, I got you that large box of Tide you have been wanting." "This Windex should last you a while." "I got a good deal on the industrial strength toilet bowl cleaner." All I can say is, be prepared to run. I have faith that if you would have at least stopped and thought about what would be a much more intimate gift, you would have had the sense to spring for the $5 Chia Pet you were eyeing in Kmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Any sharp objects made by Ronco which slices or dices, or a set of ginsu knives. These may one day be used as a weapon against you when you come home with lipstick on your collar after a "night out with the boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not buy gifts for yourself and pretend they are for her. "Honey, I'm sure you'll get a lot of use out of the new drill I bought you." By then she will have put it to good use by drilling a quarter inch hole into the side of your skull for even thinking she would accept such a lame gift. After a gift like this, you probably won't be around for NEXT Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Any lingerie made of flannel, such as a pair of feet pajamas with a trap door in back. A Little Mermaid or Barney cartoon character nightgown. It gives her the idea that you do not consider her the beautiful woman that she is. Take out that wallet and buy her something sexy from Victoria Secret (just like you did for your mistress or other girlfriend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No name perfume which costs you $1.99, such as Eu de Toilet, which actually smells like the bathroom, moldy fruit, or your dirty socks. If you are going to buy her perfume, spring for the brand names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Any type of cubic zirconia jewelry you see on the Home Shopping Network. It will be quite embarrassing when she is showing off that fabulous diamond to her friends and tries to cut glass with it. (We actually test them you know.) Also, now would not be a good time to buy her that set of diamond nipple clamps you always wanted to, you know how we like to show off our jewelry and it could get embarrassing at the New Year's party when she decides to show them off to your buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Please do not buy her clothes because you think for one minute you have good taste in woman's clothing. Well, perhaps you might if you are a transvestite, but all in all, believe me, she'll smile and say its beautiful while choking back tears and mumbling under her breath, "were the hell would I ever wear this outfit without being arrested for bad taste?" An additional hint, plaids do not go with stripes (even though you think your golfing outfit looks just fine). Its a known fact to the rest of the world that that is a taboo. In the Northeast, thats like wearing white after Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do not give her a gift certificate to Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers. Most men would know better, especially the ones who have learned the correct response to "do these pants make me look fat." If you are one of the poor souls who still doesn't get it and purchased a gift like this, be prepared for the silent treatment for a month. (Although that may be something you would actually look forward to.) A better alternative would be hiring a Chippendale dancer as a personal trainer to get her motivated into getting fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least, never buy a woman anti-wrinkle cream, or a book on "How not to be Nasty Sunday through Saturday." These are not considered gifts, they are considered reasons for seriously injuring the person who bought it and just may stand up in court of law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-15285879114810811?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/15285879114810811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=15285879114810811&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/15285879114810811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/15285879114810811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-worst-gifts-to-buy-woman.html' title='Ten worst gifts to buy a woman'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7762466055596045663</id><published>2008-11-22T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:48:26.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Your kid has been kidnapped</title><content type='html'>A blonde, out of money and down on her luck after buying air at a real bargain, needed money desperately. To raise cash, she decided to kidnap a child and hold him for ransom. She went to the local playground, grabbed a kid randomly, took her behind a building, and told her, “I’ve kidnapped you.” She then wrote a big note saying, “I’ve kidnapped your kid. Tomorrow morning, put $10,000 in a paper bag and leave it under the apple tree next to the slides on the south side of the playground. Signed, A blonde.” The blonde then pinned the note to the kid’s shirt and sent him home to show it to his parents. The next morning the blonde checked, and sure enough, a paper bag was sitting beneath the apple tree. The blonde looked in the bag and found the $10,000 with a note that said, “How could you do this to a fellow blonde?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7762466055596045663?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7762466055596045663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7762466055596045663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7762466055596045663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7762466055596045663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/your-kid-has-been-kidnapped.html' title='Your kid has been kidnapped'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-682462758642522699</id><published>2008-11-22T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:47:04.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Snow Today</title><content type='html'>Norman and his blonde wife live in Fargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One winter morning while listening to the radio, they hear the announcer say, “We are going to have 3 to 4 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even numbered side of the street, so the snowplow can get through.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman’s wife goes out and moves her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, while they are eating breakfast, the radio announcer says, “We are expecting 4 to 5 inches of snow today, you must park your car on the odd numbered side of the street, so the snowplow can get through.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Norman’s wife goes out and moves her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week they are having breakfast again and the radio announcer says, “We are expecting 10 -12 inches of snow today, you must park…” and then the electricity goes out in the middle of the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman’s wife says, “Honey, I don’t know what to do…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman says, “Why don’t you just leave it in the garage this time.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-682462758642522699?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/682462758642522699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=682462758642522699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/682462758642522699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/682462758642522699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow-today.html' title='Snow Today'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3072992193303404382</id><published>2008-10-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:40:00.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Arthritis Causes</title><content type='html'>A man who smelled like a distillery flopped on a subway seat 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. After a few minutes, the disheveled guy turned to the priest and asked, “Say, father, what causes arthritis?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mister, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol and a contempt for your fellow man.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I’ll be.” the drunk muttered, returning 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?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“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/5516004690825696399-3072992193303404382?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3072992193303404382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3072992193303404382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3072992193303404382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3072992193303404382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/arthritis-causes.html' title='Arthritis Causes'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4784440063781650955</id><published>2008-10-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:59:51.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Doctors vs. Coaches</title><content type='html'>Former college basketball coach Abe Lemmons made the following observations concerning the differences between doctors and coaches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doctors can bury their mistakes - Coaches still have theirs on scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finish last in your league and they call you an idiot - Finish last in medical school and they call you a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just once I'd like to see the win-loss records of doctors right out front where people can see them: Won ten, Lost three, Tied two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4784440063781650955?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4784440063781650955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4784440063781650955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4784440063781650955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4784440063781650955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/doctors-vs-coaches.html' title='Doctors vs. Coaches'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3951098137435269807</id><published>2008-10-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:39:00.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Aerial Photos</title><content type='html'>A photographer for a national magazine was assigned to take pictures of a great forest fire. He was advised that a small plane would be waiting to fly him over the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer arrived at the airstrip just an hour before sundown. Sure enough, a small Cessna airplane was waiting. He jumped in with his equipment and shouted, “Let’s go!” The tense man sitting in the pilot’s seat swung the plane into the wind and soon they were in the air, though flying erratically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fly over the north side of the fire,” said the photographer, “and make several low-level passes.” “Why?” asked the nervous pilot. “Because I’m going to take pictures!” yelled the photographer. “I’m a photographer, and photographers take pictures.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot replied, “You mean you’re not the flight instructor?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3951098137435269807?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3951098137435269807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3951098137435269807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3951098137435269807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3951098137435269807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/aerial-photos.html' title='Aerial Photos'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4070651801199060284</id><published>2008-10-20T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:33:00.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Classes for Men</title><content type='html'>Note: Due to the complexity and difficulty level of their contents, each course will accept a maximum of 8 participants each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 1 - How to fill up the ice cube trays. Step by step, with slide presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 2 - The toilet paper roll: Do they grow on the holders? Roundtable discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 3 - How to fight cerebral atrophy: Remembering birthdays, anniversaries, other important dates and calling when you're going to be late. Cerebral shock therapy sessions and full lobotomies offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 4 - Fundamental differences between the laundry hamper and the floor. Pictures and explanatory graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 5 - The after-dinner dishes and silverware: Can they levitate and fly into the kitchen sink? Examples on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 6 - Loss of identity: Losing the remote to your significant other. Helpline support and support groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 7 - Learning how to find things, starting with looking in the right place instead of turning the house upside down while screaming. Open forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 8 - Health watch: Bringing her flowers is not harmful to your health. Graphics and audio tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 9 - Real men ask for directions when lost. Real life estimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 10 - Is it genetically impossible to sit quietly as she parallel parks? Driving simulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 11 - Learning to live: Basic differences between your mother and your wife. Online class and role playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic 12 - How to be the ideal shopping companion. Relaxation exercises, meditation and breathing techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon completion of the course, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4070651801199060284?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4070651801199060284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4070651801199060284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4070651801199060284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4070651801199060284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/classes-for-men.html' title='Classes for Men'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-853224670578828391</id><published>2008-10-19T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:29:37.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The man who lost his ear</title><content type='html'>There where 2 men in a bulding site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of them said "can you help me find my ear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man said "is this it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man said "no, mine has got a pencil behind it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-853224670578828391?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/853224670578828391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=853224670578828391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/853224670578828391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/853224670578828391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-who-lost-his-ear.html' title='The man who lost his ear'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6191834365041922071</id><published>2008-10-19T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:26:46.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Smart Salesman</title><content type='html'>A neatly dressed salesman stopped a man in the street and asked - "Sir, would you like to buy a a bottle of this mouthwash for $200.00?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghast, the man said, "are you NUTS?, that's robbery!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman seemed hurt and then tries again - "Sir, since you are a bit irate, I'll sell it to you for 1/2 price at $100.00? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man replies bluntly - "you must be crazy pal, now go away!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman then reaches into his briefcase and pulls out 2 brownies and begins munching away on one of them. He tells the irate guy - "Sir, please share one of my brownies since I have annoyed you so much". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrapping the brownie, the guy takes a bite; suddenly, the guys spits it out and says: "HEY," he snarled, "this brownie tastes awful!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is," replied the salesman. "Wanna buy some mouthwash?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6191834365041922071?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6191834365041922071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6191834365041922071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6191834365041922071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6191834365041922071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/smart-salesman.html' title='Smart Salesman'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6110655042930998869</id><published>2008-10-10T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:53:46.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>A professor at Texas A&amp;M University is giving a lecture on the supernatural. To get a feel for his audience, he asks: “How many people here believe in ghosts?” About 90 students raise their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well that’s a good start. Out of those of you who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you’ve ever seen a ghost?” About 40 students raise their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s really good. I’m really glad you take this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?” 15 students raise their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s a great response.” “Has anyone here ever touched a ghost?” 3 students raise their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s fantastic.” “But let me ask you one question further… Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?” One student in a flannel shirt and baseball cap way in the back raises his hand. The professor is astonished. He takes off his glasses, takes a step back, and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Son, all the years I’ve been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed to have slept with a ghost. You’ve got to come up here and tell us about your experience.” The redneck student complies with a nod and a grin, and begins to make his way up to the podium. The professor says, “Well, tell us what it’s like to have sex with a ghost.” The student replies, “Ghost?!? Sheeyit. From baaack there it sounded like you said ‘goats!’”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6110655042930998869?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6110655042930998869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6110655042930998869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6110655042930998869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6110655042930998869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8421374862081854797</id><published>2008-10-10T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:34:59.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Golf Balls</title><content type='html'>A man staggered into a hospital with a concussion, multiple bruises, two black eyes and a 5-Iron golf club wrapped tightly around his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, the Doctor asked him, “What happened to you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole, we both sliced our balls into a cow pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to look for them while I was looking around I noticed one of the cows had something white at its rear end.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I walked over, lifted its tail, and sure enough, there was a golf ball with my wife’s monogram on it - stuck right in the middle of the cow’s arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still holding the cow’s tail up, I yelled to my wife, ‘Hey, this looks like yours!’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t remember much after that .”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8421374862081854797?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8421374862081854797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8421374862081854797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8421374862081854797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8421374862081854797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/golf-balls.html' title='Golf Balls'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3487903681241552749</id><published>2008-09-24T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:16:00.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>ABC's of ex girlfriends</title><content type='html'>A&lt;br /&gt;is for Arteries.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the things that your ex-girlfriend ripped out because she really didn't care for you you twit she was only after your money and could have given a shit about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;is for Bitter. Who, me?? No way. I really hope things between them do work out. I hope they get married and have 2 children that are little devils and her hips get huge and his eyebrows finally grow completely together and they get fat and old together and then DIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;is for Call ya later.She won't. She never has before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;is for Dumped. Does D need to be explained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;is for Eating like a pig. Remember when you took her out and she said "I'm not hungry" so you figured you could take her to a nice place because you were able to afford a nice meal at this fine restaurant. Then she ate more than your Uncle Roy (you remember Uncle Roy the one with the mustard stains on everything). So you flip the bill and are broke for the next two weeks and she wonders why you were unable to call her that week and go see movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;is for Friends. That is what she just wants to be. As if you can even stand to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;is for Gun. And yes there is a waiting period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;is for Horny. Remember when she looked nice and even had a personality? Well, you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;stands for I still hate her. Odds are I always will, unless she calls me and offers me favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;stands for Jim. This is her new boyfriend. Doesn't Jim have a nice car ? Doesn't Jim have a good job? Why does Jim want to date her? I think Jim could do much better. I hate Jim. Jim is my mortal enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;stands for Kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;is for Love. It's a great euphoric feeling that exists between two people and is shared upon by both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;is also for Lunatic. Lunatics are crazy. Lunatics are the last people that actually believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;stands for Mephistophiles. That is who she worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;stands for Necropheliac. She didn't move very much, did she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;is for On top. When on top she has another O word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;is for Pill. She said she was on it. She lied. She is now sueing you for a few hundred bucks a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;is for Quitter. She couldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;is for Rich little Bitch. She bought my love but I paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;stands for Suffer. That's what she made me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;is for torture. Torture is what she did. She tortured you with the truth. She also tortured you with lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;is for Understatement. Saying you hate that bitch is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;is for Voluptuous. That is the primamry reason you were dating her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;stands for Whine. She was a pro at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;is for Xylophone. Because X is always for xylophone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;stands for You suck! Remember when she yelled that at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;stands for ZIPPER. This is what you got your hair stuck in while trying to get dressed too quickly while she yelled "QUICK! They're home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;stands for period. Which is a couple of weeks late, because she lied to you about taking what P stands for. It also means you won't get any for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3487903681241552749?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3487903681241552749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3487903681241552749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3487903681241552749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3487903681241552749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/abcs-of-ex-girlfriends.html' title='ABC&apos;s of ex girlfriends'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4593057309423524897</id><published>2008-09-23T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:14:00.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Blonde Goes On Who Wants To Be A Millionaire</title><content type='html'>Regis: "Barbara, you've done very well so far - $500,000 and one lifeline left -- phone a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question will give you the top prize of One Million dollars if you get it right ... but if you get it wrong you will drop back to $32,000 -- are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Sure, I'll have a go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Which of the following birds does not build it's own nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Barbara its worth 1 Million dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I know who it..but I'm not 100%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't got a clue. I'd like to phone a friend Regis, just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Yes, who, Barbara, do you want to phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "I'll phone my friend Maggie back home in Birmingham."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ringing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie (also a blonde): "Hello..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Hello Maggie, its Regis here from Who Wants to be a Millionaire-I have Barbara here and she is doing really well on $500,000, but needs your help to be a Million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next voice you hear will be Barbara's and she'll read you the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 possible answers and 1 correct answer and you have 30 seconds to answer -- fire away Barbara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Maggie, which of the following birds does not build it's own nest? Is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thrush"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: "Oh Gees, Barbara that's simple.....It's a Cuckoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "You think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: "I'm sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: " Thanks Maggie." (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Well, do you want to stick on $500,000 or play on for the Million, Barbara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "I want to play, I'll go with C-Cuckoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Is that your final answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "It is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Are you confident?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Yes fairly, Maggie's a sound bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Barbara.....you had $500,000 and you said C-Cuckoo ...you're right! - You have just won ONE MILLION DOLLARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your check. You have been a great contestant and a real gambler. Audience please put your hands together for Barbara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clapping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Barbara calls round to Maggie and brings her down to a local bar for a celebration drink and, as they are sipping their Champagne, Barbara turns to Maggie and asks "Tell me Maggie, How in God's name did you know that it was the Cuckoo that does not build its own nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: "Listen Barbara, everybody knows that a Cuckoo lives in a clock."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4593057309423524897?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4593057309423524897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4593057309423524897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4593057309423524897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4593057309423524897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/blonde-goes-on-who-wants-to-be.html' title='A Blonde Goes On Who Wants To Be A Millionaire'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8877704683083615362</id><published>2008-09-22T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:12:08.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>101 Ways To Annoy People</title><content type='html'>1. Sing the Batman theme incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sensual massage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeep Bip..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and then pointing it at the screen. &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Speak only in a "robot" voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that this is so no one will "swipe your grub".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 98 copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Sniffle incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Name your dog "Dog." 15. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with Lysol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbors you are a "spider person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with the prophesy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Wear a special hip holster for your&lt;br /&gt;remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Give a play-by-play account of a persons every action in a nasal Howard Cosell voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Drum on every available surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Staple papers in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ask 1-800 operators for dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copyright warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Sew anti-theft detector strips&lt;br /&gt;into peoples backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Hide dairy products in inaccessible places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Set alarms for random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Instead of Gallo, serve Night Train next Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Dress only in clothes colored Hunters Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Tape pieces of "Sweating to the Oldies" over climactic parts of rental movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Wear your pants backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. only type in lowercase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. dont use any punctuation either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Pay for your dinner with pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Tie jingle bells to all your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Repeat everything someone says, as a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assassination/UFO/ O.J Simpson conspiracy theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, its gone now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Light road flares on a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Wander around a restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Leave tips in Bolivian currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. When Christmas caroling, sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" until physically restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Pretend your computer's mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "no, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Drive half a block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Ask people what gender they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Cultivate a Norwegian accent. If Norwegian, affect a Southern drawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Routinely handcuff yourself to furniture, informing the curious that you don't want to fall off "in case the big one comes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers brains, such as "Feliz Navidad", the Archies "Sugar" or the Mr. Rogers theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head. like a parakeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Change your name to "AaJohn Aaaaasmith" for the great glory of being first in the phone book. Claim it's a Hawaiian name, and demand that people pronounce each "a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Chew on pens that you've borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Wear a LOT of cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Listen to 33rpm records at 45rpm speed, and claim the faster speed is necessary because of your "superior mental processing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Mow your lawn with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something&lt;br /&gt;about "psychological profiles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Stare at static on the TV and claim you can see a "magic picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Never make eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Never break eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Construct your own pretend "tricorder," and "scan" people with it, announcing the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Make appointments for the 31st of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Invite lots of people to other people's parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8877704683083615362?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8877704683083615362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8877704683083615362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8877704683083615362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8877704683083615362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/101-ways-to-annoy-people.html' title='101 Ways To Annoy People'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5007595392259263808</id><published>2008-09-15T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:20:00.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Tiger</title><content type='html'>A couple was on their honeymoon, lying in bed, about ready to consummate their marriage, when the new bride says to the husband, "I have a confession to make, I'm not a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, "That's no big thing in this day and age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife continues, "Yeah, I've been with one guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah? Who was the guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tiger Woods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tiger Woods, the golfer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he's rich, famous and handsome. I can see why you went to bed with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and wife then make passionate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are done, the husband gets up and walks to the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" asks the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, "I'm hungry, I was going to call room service and get something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tiger wouldn't do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He'd come back to bed and do it a second time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband puts down the phone and goes back to bed to make love a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finish, he gets up and goes over to the phone. "Now what are you doing?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, "I'm still hungry so I was going to get room service to get something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tiger wouldn't do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He'd come back to bed and do it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy slams down the phone, goes back to bed, and makes love one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finish he's tired and beat. He drags himself over to the phone and starts to dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife asks, "Are you calling room service?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! I'm calling Tiger Woods, to find out what the par is for this damn hole."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5007595392259263808?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5007595392259263808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5007595392259263808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5007595392259263808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5007595392259263808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiger.html' title='The Tiger'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5771605193898020309</id><published>2008-09-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:09:00.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Last Day on the Job</title><content type='html'>It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast, eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh squeezed orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the dollar for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Fuck him, give him a dollar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5771605193898020309?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5771605193898020309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5771605193898020309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5771605193898020309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5771605193898020309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-day-on-job.html' title='Last Day on the Job'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8149813271360915705</id><published>2008-09-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:03:00.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>A wife decides to take her husband to a strip club for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrive at the club and the doorman says, "Hey, Dave! How ya doin'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no," says Dave. "He's on my bowling team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are seated, a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says,"How did she know that you drink Budweiser?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's in the Ladies' Bowling League, honey. We share lanes with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Dave, and says "Hi Davey. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. He tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it. She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every name in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabby turns his head and says, "Looks like you picked up a real bitch tonight, Dave."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8149813271360915705?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8149813271360915705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8149813271360915705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8149813271360915705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8149813271360915705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1894006757972469828</id><published>2008-09-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:45:00.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Girls night out</title><content type='html'>Two women friends had gone out for a Girls Night Out, and had been decidedly over-enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly drunk and walking home they suddenly realized they both needed to pee. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a headstone or something. The first woman had nothing to wipe with so she took off her panties, used them and threw them away. Her friend however was wearing an expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers, but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on a grave and proceeded to wipe herself with it. After finishing, they made their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the first woman's husband phones the other husband and said, "These damn girls nights out have got to stop. My wife came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing," said the other. "Mine came back with a sympathy card stuck between the cheeks of her butt that said, 'From all of us at the Fire Station, We'll never forget you!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1894006757972469828?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1894006757972469828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1894006757972469828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1894006757972469828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1894006757972469828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls night out'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5943639056148843462</id><published>2008-09-13T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:30:01.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Crazy Patients</title><content type='html'>A doctor of psychology was doing his normal morning rounds when he entered a patient's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found Patient #1 sitting on the floor, pretending to saw a piece of wood in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient #2 was hanging from the ceiling, by his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked patient number 1 what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patient replied, "Can't you see I'm sawing this piece of wood in half?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor inquired of Patient #1 what Patient #2 was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient #1 replied, "Oh. He's my friend, but he's a little crazy. He thinks he's a lightbulb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor looks up and notices Patient #2's face is going all red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asks Patient #1, "If he's your friend, you should get him down from there before he hurts himself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient #1 replies, "What? And work in the dark?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5943639056148843462?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5943639056148843462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5943639056148843462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5943639056148843462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5943639056148843462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-patients.html' title='Crazy Patients'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3796961751602226681</id><published>2008-09-12T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:20:22.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Need Samples</title><content type='html'>An old man goes to the doctor for his yearly physical, his wife tagging along. When the doctor enters the examination room, he tells the old man, "I need a urine sample, a stool sample and a sperm sample."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man, being hard of hearing, looks at his wife and yells: "WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say? What's he want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife yells back, "He needs your underwear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3796961751602226681?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3796961751602226681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3796961751602226681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3796961751602226681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3796961751602226681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-samples.html' title='Need Samples'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3546406059666788874</id><published>2008-09-12T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:18:31.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Labour Pains</title><content type='html'>A married couple went to he hospital to have their baby delivered. Upon their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labour pain to the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favour of it. The doctor set the pain transfer dial to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the labour progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and bump it up a notch. The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer. The husband was still feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing. At this point they decided to try for 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued to feel quite well. Since it was obviously helping out his wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband were ecstatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home, the mailman was lying dead on their porch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3546406059666788874?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3546406059666788874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3546406059666788874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3546406059666788874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3546406059666788874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/labour-pains.html' title='Labour Pains'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1244171511992928735</id><published>2008-09-03T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:37:42.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Check for $ 100,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;A very rich man, who was very close to his money, got together with his closest friends one day, who happened to be a Priest, a Doctor, and a Lawyer (of course.)&lt;br /&gt;The Rich Man was very old, and getting older, and was thinking about his approaching death. He told his three friends this, and asked them to do a favor for him when he died.&lt;br /&gt;"Here are three envelopes, each contain $100,000, one for each of you. I don't wish to go to the afterlife without my money. Please, when I am buried, would each of you throw your envelopes&lt;br /&gt;into the grave on top of my coffin?"&lt;br /&gt;The three friends agreed, and took the envelopes. Sure enough (of course) the Rich Man died. At his funeral, the Doctor, the Priest and the Lawyer threw their envelopes on his coffin.&lt;br /&gt;As they were leaving the funeral, the Priest said to the others, "I have a confession to make. The church needed a new altar badly, so I . . . I took $5000 to buy it," and looked at his feet.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor said, "Well, since you've admitted it, I too must confess that I took money. The children's hospital where I work needed a new, expensive X-ray machine, so I took $30,000 to buy&lt;br /&gt;it."&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and the Priest both turned to the lawyer, expecting a similar confession. Instead, he said "Oh, no, I deposited the money in my account and dropped a check for all $100,000 in the envelope!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1244171511992928735?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1244171511992928735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1244171511992928735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1244171511992928735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1244171511992928735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-for-100000.html' title='Check for $ 100,000'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7376617207332609121</id><published>2008-08-19T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T04:48:00.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Poor Guy</title><content type='html'>A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband tells his wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck." If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which his wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He wwas whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7376617207332609121?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7376617207332609121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7376617207332609121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7376617207332609121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7376617207332609121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-guy.html' title='Poor Guy'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6911733859899126254</id><published>2008-08-18T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:45:01.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Impossible to Please</title><content type='html'>A group of girlfriends is on vacation when they see a 5-story hotel with a sign that reads: "For Women Only." Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works. "We have 5 floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It's easy to decide since each floor has a sign telling you what's inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they start going up and on the first floor the sign reads: "All the men on this floor are short and plain." The friends laugh and without hesitation move on to the next floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign on the second floor reads: "All the men here are short and handsome." Still, this isn't good enough, so the friends continue on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reach the third floor and the sign reads: "All the men here are tall and plain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still want to do better, and so, knowing there are still two floors left, they continued on up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth floor, the sign is perfect: "All the men here are tall and handsome." The women get all excited and are going in when they realize that there is still one floor left. Wondering what they are missing, they head on up to the fifth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they find a sign that reads: "There are no men here. This floor was built only to prove that there is no way to please a woman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6911733859899126254?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6911733859899126254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6911733859899126254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6911733859899126254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6911733859899126254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/impossible-to-please.html' title='Impossible to Please'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6802757895740110531</id><published>2008-08-17T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:44:40.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The bride tells her husband</title><content type='html'>The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the&lt;br /&gt;prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the&lt;br /&gt;prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but&lt;br /&gt;the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him&lt;br /&gt;a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently&lt;br /&gt;born foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence,&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6802757895740110531?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6802757895740110531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6802757895740110531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6802757895740110531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6802757895740110531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/bride-tells-her-husband.html' title='The bride tells her husband'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1402729937016606220</id><published>2008-08-17T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:43:20.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Blonde Goes On Who Wants To Be A Millionaire</title><content type='html'>Regis: "Barbara, you've done very well so far - $500,000 and one lifeline left -- phone a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question will give you the top prize of One Million dollars if you get it right ... but if you get it wrong you will drop back to $32,000 -- are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Sure, I'll have a go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Which of the following birds does not build it's own nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Barbara its worth 1 Million dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I know who it..but I'm not 100%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't got a clue. I'd like to phone a friend Regis, just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Yes, who, Barbara, do you want to phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "I'll phone my friend Maggie back home in Birmingham."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ringing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie (also a blonde): "Hello..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Hello Maggie, its Regis here from Who Wants to be a Millionaire-I have Barbara here and she is doing really well on $500,000, but needs your help to be a Million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next voice you hear will be Barbara's and she'll read you the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 possible answers and 1 correct answer and you have 30 seconds to answer -- fire away Barbara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Maggie, which of the following birds does not build it's own nest? Is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Thrush"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: "Oh Gees, Barbara that's simple.....It's a Cuckoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "You think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: "I'm sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: " Thanks Maggie." (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Well, do you want to stick on $500,000 or play on for the Million, Barbara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "I want to play, I'll go with C-Cuckoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Is that your final answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "It is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Are you confident?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Yes fairly, Maggie's a sound bet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Barbara.....you had $500,000 and you said C-Cuckoo ...you're right! - You have just won ONE MILLION DOLLARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your check. You have been a great contestant and a real gambler. Audience please put your hands together for Barbara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clapping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Barbara calls round to Maggie and brings her down to a local bar for a celebration drink and, as they are sipping their Champagne, Barbara turns to Maggie and asks "Tell me Maggie, How in God's name did you know that it was the Cuckoo that does not build its own nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie: "Listen Barbara, everybody knows that a Cuckoo lives in a clock."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1402729937016606220?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1402729937016606220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1402729937016606220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1402729937016606220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1402729937016606220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/blonde-goes-on-who-wants-to-be.html' title='A Blonde Goes On Who Wants To Be A Millionaire'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-613429714664766928</id><published>2008-08-15T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:37:00.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Chinese Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A Chinese couple get married ... and she's a virgin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the wedding night, she cowers naked under the bed sheets as her husband undresses. He climbs in next to her and tries to be reassuring: "My darling, I know this is your first time, and you are frightened. I assure you, I will give you anything you want, I will do anything you want. What do you want?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I want number 69" she replies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You want beef with broccoli?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-613429714664766928?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/613429714664766928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=613429714664766928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/613429714664766928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/613429714664766928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/chinese-virgin.html' title='Chinese Virgin'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6921391130742412925</id><published>2008-08-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:31:01.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>American And Chinese Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a radio conversation of a US naval ship with Chinese authorities off the coast of Vietnam in South China Sea in October 1980. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CHINESE: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;AMERICANS: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the north to avoid a collision. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CHINESE: Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;AMERICANS: This is the captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CHINESE: No, I say again, you divert YOUR course. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;AMERICANS: This is the Aircraft Carrier USS MIDWAY, the second largest ship in the United States Pacific Fleet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are accompanied with three Destroyers, three Cruisers and numerous support vessels. I DEMAND that you change your course 15 degrees north. I say again, that's one-five degrees north, or counter-measures will be undertaken to ensure the safety of this ship. &lt;/p&gt; CHINESE: This is a lighthouse. You are on the course to collide with a Vietnamese fishing boat filled with hundreds refugees!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6921391130742412925?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6921391130742412925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6921391130742412925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6921391130742412925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6921391130742412925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/american-and-chinese-conversation.html' title='American And Chinese Conversation'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2932562431606843279</id><published>2008-08-13T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:23:01.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Breast Exam Poem</title><content type='html'>For years and years they told me, Be careful of your breasts. Don't ever squeeze or bruise them. And give them monthly tests.&lt;br /&gt;So I heeded all their warnings, And protected them by law. Guarded them very carefully, And I always wore my bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 years of astute care, My doctor found a lump. She ordered up a mammogram, To look inside that bump. "Stand up very close" she said. As she got my boob in line, "And tell me when it hurts" she said. "Ah yes! There, that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stepped upon a pedal. I could not believe my eyes! A plastic plate pressed down and down, My boob was in a vise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin was stretched and stretched, From way up under my chin. My poor boob was being squashed, To Swedish pancake thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excruciating pain I felt. Within it's vice-like grip. A prisoner in this viscous thing, My poor defenseless tit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a deep breath" she said to me, Who does she think she's kidding? My chest is mashed in her machine, And woozy I am getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There, that was good," I heard her say As the room was slowly swaying. "Now, let's have a go at the other one." Lord have mercy I was praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It squeezed me from up and down. It squeezed me from both sides. I'll bet she's never had this done, Not to her tender little hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had no problem when I came in, I surely have one now. If there had been a cyst in there, It would have popped, "ker-pow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This machine was created by a man, Of this, I have no doubt. I'd like to stick his balls in there, And see how they come out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2932562431606843279?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2932562431606843279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2932562431606843279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2932562431606843279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2932562431606843279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/breast-exam-poem.html' title='Breast Exam Poem'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6945703257091659729</id><published>2008-08-12T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:41:45.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asian Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Amnesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There lived in the State of Qi a man who had a very bad memory. While walking, he would forget to stop; while sleeping, he would forget to rise. His wife was very much worried about this and said to him one day: "I've heard that Master Ai is a very learned man with a glib tongue. He can even bring the dying back to life. Why don't you go and consult him?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Good idea!" the man agreed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he set out on horseback, bow and arrow in hand. Before he had covered a distance of 30 li he felt a call of nature. He dismounted and, after sticking the arrow into the ground and tying the horse to a tree, crouched down to relieve himself. This done, he stood up and looking to the left caught sight of the arrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Wow!" he cried. " What a narrow escape! I wonder where that stray arrow came from. It nearly hit me."&lt;br /&gt;Then, looking to the right, he saw the horse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, well!" he said with joy. " Though I've been badly frightened, I'm now rewarded with this windfall of a horse." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seizing the bridle of the horse, he was about to turn round when he inadvertently stepped on his own excrement. Stamping his foot, he cried: " Damn! This pile of dog's dung has soiled my shoe. What a pity!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whipping his horse, he galloped off in the wrong direction. Not long afterwards, he arrived home. Pacing up and down in front of his own house, he muttered to himself: "Whose house is this? Can this be the residence of Master Ai?" &lt;/p&gt;At this moment, his wife saw him. Guessing that his memory must have taken leave of him again, she let loose a torrent of abuse. Very much upset, the man complained: "I've never seen you before in my life. Why hurl insults at me like that, lady?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6945703257091659729?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6945703257091659729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6945703257091659729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6945703257091659729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6945703257091659729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/amnesia.html' title='Amnesia'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3602657389751863352</id><published>2008-08-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:23:25.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Mechanic Vs. Surgeon</title><content type='html'>A mechanic was removing a cylinder head from the motor of a Harley, when he spotted a world-famous heart surgeon in his shop. The heart surgeon was waiting for the service manager to come take a look at his bike. The mechanic shouted across the garage, "Hey Doc can I ask you a question?"&lt;br /&gt;The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic working on the motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked, "So Doc, look at this engine. I also can open hearts, take valves out, fix'em, put in new parts and when I finish this will work just like a new one. So how come I get a pittance and you get the really big money, when you and I are doing basically the same work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned over, and whispered to the mechanic..... "Try doing it with the engine running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3602657389751863352?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3602657389751863352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3602657389751863352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3602657389751863352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3602657389751863352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/mechanic-vs-surgeon.html' title='Mechanic Vs. Surgeon'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2656208392335651013</id><published>2008-08-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:15:31.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blood Test</title><content type='html'>Two children were sitting outside a clinic. One of them was crying very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Child: Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Child: I came here for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Child: So? Are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Child: No. For the blood test, they cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, the second one started crying profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was astonished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Child: Why are you crying now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Child: I came for a urine test !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2656208392335651013?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2656208392335651013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2656208392335651013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2656208392335651013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2656208392335651013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/blood-test.html' title='Blood Test'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2734526491150981570</id><published>2008-08-12T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:12:24.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Devil's Offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The devil visited a lawyer's office and made him an offer. "I can arrange some things for you, " the devil said. "I'll increase your income five-fold. Your partners will love you; your clients will respect you; you'll have four months of vacation each year and live to be a hundred. All I require in return is that your wife's soul, your children's souls, and their children's souls rot in hell for eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer thought for a moment. "What's the catch?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5321738386200189"; /* 468x60, created 30/03/08 */ google_ad_slot = "9900300025"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2734526491150981570?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2734526491150981570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2734526491150981570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2734526491150981570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2734526491150981570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/devils-offer.html' title='The Devil&apos;s Offer'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-7869731516723026189</id><published>2008-08-07T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:23:16.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Jokes'/><title type='text'>Americans</title><content type='html'>A first grade teacher explains to her class that she is an American. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks her students to raise their hands if they were American too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really knowing why but wanting to be like their teacher, their hands explode into the air like flashy fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, one exception. A girl named Kristen has not gone along with the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asks her why she has decided to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I am not an American." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then", asks the teacher, "What are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a proud Canadian," boasts the little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is a little perturbed now, her face slightly red. She asks Kristen why she is a Canadian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, my mom and dad are Canadians, so I'm a Canadian too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is now angry. "That's no reason," she says loudly. "What if your mom was a moron, and your dad was a moron. What would you be then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pause, and a smile. "Then," says Kristen, "I'd be an American."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-7869731516723026189?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7869731516723026189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=7869731516723026189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7869731516723026189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/7869731516723026189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/americans.html' title='Americans'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-4652115097072344809</id><published>2008-08-06T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:20:28.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde saves a Rabbit</title><content type='html'>One day a man was driving down the road in a hot red convertable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was driving 15 mph when a rabbit that hopped in front of his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man swerved the rabbit swerved also and was run over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man got out of the car and started crying "OH-MY-GOD... OH-MY-GOD!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a blonde drives up and asks him what's wrong, when he tells her she says, "Oh I can fix that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to her car, pulls out a can and sprays the rabbit with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It instantly comes alive and hops off, but every five feet it turns back to wave, before finally dissappearing into the forrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is amazed and says, "how did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde just tosses him the can and drives off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The can says "Hair Spray: Guarenteed to bring your hair back to life and create a permanent wave."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-4652115097072344809?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4652115097072344809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=4652115097072344809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4652115097072344809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/4652115097072344809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/blonde-saves-rabbit.html' title='Blonde saves a Rabbit'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2657714275004078812</id><published>2008-08-05T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:20:49.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>The student, The Businessman and The Biker</title><content type='html'>There were three guys at a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a college student, one was a business man and the other was a biker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student tells the two other men that it was his anniversary and he got his wife a pearl necklace and a trip to the Bahamas "Shit if she doesn't like the necklace she'll love the trip" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the business man said "That's nice, for my last anniversary I got my wife a Mercedes and a new mansion, if she didn't like the mercedes she has to like the new mansion. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the biker finished his drink he said "For my last anniversary I got my wife a t-shirt and a vibrator. If she didn't like the t-shirt she can go fuck herself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2657714275004078812?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2657714275004078812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2657714275004078812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2657714275004078812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2657714275004078812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/student-businessman-and-biker.html' title='The student, The Businessman and The Biker'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5227753208191376676</id><published>2008-07-27T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T08:04:00.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Faith Healer</title><content type='html'>Two women were sitting in the doctor's waiting room comparing notes on their&lt;br /&gt;various disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a baby more than anything in the world," said the first, "But I guess it is impossible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to feel just the same way," said the second. "But then everything changed. That's why I'm here. I'm going to have a baby in three months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must tell me what you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I went to a faith healer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I've tried that. My husband and I&lt;br /&gt;went to one for nearly a year and it didn't help a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other woman smiled and whispered, "Try going alone, next time, dearie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5227753208191376676?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5227753208191376676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5227753208191376676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5227753208191376676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5227753208191376676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith-healer.html' title='The Faith Healer'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-2117518740140924883</id><published>2008-07-26T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:29:23.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Signs That You're Broke</title><content type='html'>At communion you go back for seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of a lottery ticket as an investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're formulating a plan to rob the food bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance companies don't call you to switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give blood everyday.. just for the orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's is the supplier of all your kitchen condiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Express calls and says: "Leave home without it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of a 7-course meal is taking a deep breath outside a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've rolled so many pennies, you've formed a psychic bond with Abe Lincoln.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-2117518740140924883?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2117518740140924883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=2117518740140924883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2117518740140924883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/2117518740140924883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/signs-that-youre-broke.html' title='Signs That You&apos;re Broke'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1787259350324196998</id><published>2008-07-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:01:36.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Ten Things in Golf that sound Dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10 things in golf that sound dirty&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Look at the size of his putter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh, dang, my shaft's all bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You really wacked the hell out of that sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After 18 holes I can barely walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My hands are so sweaty I can't get a good grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lift your head and spread your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have a nice stroke, but your follow through leaves a lot to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Just turn your back and drop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hold up. I've got to wash my balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Damn, I missed the hole again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1787259350324196998?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1787259350324196998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1787259350324196998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1787259350324196998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1787259350324196998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-things-in-golf-that-sound-dirty.html' title='Ten Things in Golf that sound Dirty'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8480478646715969292</id><published>2008-07-22T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:12:31.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Guaranteed Weight Loss Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clickboothlnk.com/e/?enc=dkxrycyxsby&amp;amp;optionalinfo=&amp;amp;deployid=0&amp;amp;land=0&amp;amp;pid=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clickboothlnk.com/i.php?pubid=7134&amp;amp;banid=41624&amp;amp;dpid=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A fellow was ordered to lose 75 pounds, due to VERY serious health risks. As he wondered how in the heck he would ever do it, he ran across an ad in the newspaper for a guaranteed weight loss program. "Guaranteed my ass", he thought to himself, but desperate, he calls them up and subscribes to the 3 day 10 pound weight loss program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day there is a knock at his door and when he answers, there stands before him a voluptous, athletic, beautiful babe dressed in nothing but a pair of running shoes and a sign around her neck. She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sign reads, "If you can catch me you can have me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought he takes off after her. A few miles later, huffing and puffing, he finally catches her and has his way with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they are through and she leaves, he thinks to himself, "I like the way this company does business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same girl shows up for the next two days and the same thing happens. On the fourth day he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost ten pounds, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he calls the company and orders from them their 5 day/ 20 pound program. As expected, the next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunningly beautiful, sexy woman he has ever seen in his life, wearing nothing but running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's after her in a shot. This girl is in great shape and it takes a while to catch her, but when he does, it's worth every cramp and wheeze. She is by far the best he's ever had. For the next four days, the same routine happens and much to his delight on the fifth day, he weighs himself and found he has lost another twenty pounds as promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decides to go for broke and calls the company to order the 7 day/50 pound loss program. "Are you sure," asks the representative on the phone, "this is our most rigorous program..." "Absolutely," he replies. "I haven't felt this great in years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day there is a knock at the door and when he opens it he finds Richard Simmons standing there wearing nothing but pink racing spikes and a sign around his neck that reads, "If I catch you, I can have you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8480478646715969292?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8480478646715969292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8480478646715969292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8480478646715969292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8480478646715969292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/guaranteed-weight-loss-program.html' title='Guaranteed Weight Loss Program'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-3534564194876456048</id><published>2008-07-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:59:04.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Professional Gambler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.clickboothlnk.com/e/?enc=cakinpnsxis&amp;amp;optionalinfo=&amp;amp;deployid=0&amp;amp;land=0&amp;amp;pid=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clickboothlnk.com/i.php?pubid=7134&amp;amp;banid=40630&amp;amp;dpid=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Great Depression, there was a man who walked into a bar one day. He went up to the bartender and said, "Bartender, I'd like to buy the house a round of drinks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender said, "That's fine, but we're in the middle of the Depression, so I'll need to see some money first." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy pulled out a huge wad of bills and set them on the bar. The bartender can't believe what he's seeing. "Where did you get all that money?" asked the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a professional gambler," replied the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender said, "There's no such thing! I mean, your odds are fifty-fifty at best, right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I only bet on sure things," said the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like what?" asked the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, for example, I'll bet you fifty dollars that I can bite my right eye," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender thought about it. "Okay," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guy pulled out his false right eye and bit it. "Aw, you screwed me," said the bartender, and paid the guy his $50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll give you another chance. I'll bet you another fifty dollars that I can bite my left eye," said the stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender thought again and said, "Well, I know you're not blind, I mean, I watched you walk in here. I'll take that bet." So, the guy pulled out his false teeth and bit his left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, you screwed me again!" protested the bartender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's how I win so much money, bartender. I'll just take a bottle of your best scotch in lieu of the fifty dollars," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the guy went to the back room and spent the better part of the night playing cards with some of the locals. After many hours of drinking and card playing, he stumbled up to the bar. Drunk as a skunk, he said, "Bartender, I'll give you one last chance. I'll bet you five hundred dollars that I can stand on this bar on one foot and piss into that whiskey bottle on that shelf behind you without spilling a drop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender once again pondered the bet. The guy couldn't even stand up straight on two feet, much less one. "Okay, you're on," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy climbed up on the bar, stood on one leg, and began pissing all over the place. He hit the bar, the bartender, himself, but not a drop made it into the whiskey bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender was ecstatic. Laughing, the bartender said, "Hey pal, you owe me five hundred dollars!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy climbed down off the bar and said, "That's okay. I just bet each of the guys in the card room a thousand bucks each that I could piss all over you and the bar and still make you laugh!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-3534564194876456048?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3534564194876456048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=3534564194876456048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3534564194876456048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/3534564194876456048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/professional-gambler.html' title='Professional Gambler'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1888367118177150395</id><published>2008-07-19T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T04:26:01.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Mother</title><content type='html'>There are three moms. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Brunette, a Redhead, and a Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all talking one day and the brunette says "Oh my gosh y'all I went through my daughter's purse the other day to get some gum, and I found an ounce of weed. I cannot believe she smokes weed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They comfort her, and the redhead says "Yeah, well I found a fake I. D. In my daughter's purse. I cannot believe she has one". So they all comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blonde says "That's nothing. I found a condom in my daughter's purse. I just cannot believe she has a penis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1888367118177150395?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1888367118177150395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1888367118177150395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1888367118177150395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1888367118177150395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/blonde-mother.html' title='Blonde Mother'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-6100820469127114651</id><published>2008-07-18T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:24:00.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Construction Workers Lunch</title><content type='html'>Three construction workers are on the seventy-fifth floor of a non-finished building. The italian opens his lunch box to find a pizza and says "Man, if I get pizza one more time I am going to jump off this building and fall to my death!" The chinese opens his lunch box to find rice and says "Man, if I get rice one more time I am going to jump off this building and fall to my death!" The blonde opens his lunch box to find a cheeseburger and says" Man, if I get a cheeseburger one more time im going to jump off this building and fall to my death!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day they all got the same thing and they jumped off the building to their death. That weekend at the funeral, the italian and the chinese wives are crying and saying "I would have fixed him something else for lunch but he never told me." And as the two wives stare at the blondes wife, they both ask why she isn't sad about her husbands death, the blonde replys "Don't look at me, he packs his own lunch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-6100820469127114651?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6100820469127114651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=6100820469127114651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6100820469127114651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/6100820469127114651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/construction-workers-lunch.html' title='Construction Workers Lunch'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5018666020422443496</id><published>2008-07-17T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:23:01.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Blonde and Brunette</title><content type='html'>A blonde and a brunett where on ther way to heaven and the brunette asked the blonde "how did you die" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde said "I had a heart attack, how about you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the brunette says "I froze to death, what caused your heart attack"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde said "It started when I came home from work and I saw a womans car in the drive way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I rushed in to the house and asked my husband where are you hiding her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said hiding who, but I started looking around the house, I was so angry I dropped to the floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the brunette says "Damn!! If you had just looked in the freezer we'd both have lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5018666020422443496?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5018666020422443496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5018666020422443496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5018666020422443496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5018666020422443496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/blonde-and-brunette.html' title='The Blonde and Brunette'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-8140778606756642139</id><published>2008-07-16T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:48:00.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarious Jokes'/><title type='text'>Red Ring</title><content type='html'>One day a guy noticed that he had a red ring around his penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes to the doctor and he gives the guy some cream and says, "If it doesn't work come back again tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy went back to the doctor and said "The cream you gave me didn't work"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor gave him a different cream and said "If that doesn't work come back again tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day the guy cam back and said "This stuff you gave doesn't work either".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor gave him some more cream and said "If the red ring is still there come back tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the guy came back and said "The cream you gave me worked what was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doc. said "Nothing special... It was just lip-stick remover".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-8140778606756642139?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8140778606756642139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=8140778606756642139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8140778606756642139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/8140778606756642139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-ring.html' title='Red Ring'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-5859317422113862944</id><published>2008-07-15T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:40:00.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Midget Surgery</title><content type='html'>There was a midget down in Texas who complained to his buddy that his testicles ached almost all the time. As he was always complaining about his problem, his friend finally suggested that he go to a doctor to see what could be done to relieve the problem. The midget took his advice and went to the doctor and told him what the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told him to drop his pants and he would have a look. The midget dropped his pants. The doctor put him up onto the examining table, and started to examine him. The doc put one finger under his left testicle and told the midget to turn his head and cough-the usual method to check for a hernia. "Aha!" the doc and putting his finger under the right testicle, he asked the midget to cough again. "Aha!" said the doctor and reached for his surgical scissors. Snip, snip, snip, snip on the right side then snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midget was so scared he was afraid to look, but noted with amazement that the snipping did not hurt. The doctor then told the midget to get dressed and see if they still ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midget was absolutely delighted as he walked around the doc's office and discovered his testicles were no longer aching. "Gee, what did you do, Doc?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc replied, "I cut two inches off the tops of your cowboy boots."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-5859317422113862944?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5859317422113862944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=5859317422113862944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5859317422113862944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/5859317422113862944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/midget-surgery.html' title='Midget Surgery'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5516004690825696399.post-1281998053983139649</id><published>2008-07-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:39:21.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Old Mans Golf Challenge</title><content type='html'>A young man who was also an avid golfer found himself with a few hours to spare one afternoon. He figured if he hurried and played very fast, he could get in nine holes before he had to head home. Just as he was about to tee off an old gentleman shuffled onto the tee and asked if he could accompany the young man as he was golfing alone. Not being able to say no, he allowed the old gent to join him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise the old man played fairly quickly. He didn't hit the ball far, but plodded along consistently and didn't waste much time. Finally, they reached the 9th fairway and the young man found himself with a tough shot. There was a large pine tree right in front of his ball - and directly between his ball and the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes of debating how to hit the shot the old man finally said, "You know, when I was your age I'd hit the ball right over that tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that challenge placed before him, the youngster swung hard, hit the ball up, right smack into the top of the tree trunk and it thudded back on the ground not a foot from where it had originally lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man offered one more comment, "Of course, when I was your age that pine tree was only three feet tall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5516004690825696399-1281998053983139649?l=freshfreejokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1281998053983139649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5516004690825696399&amp;postID=1281998053983139649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1281998053983139649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5516004690825696399/posts/default/1281998053983139649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshfreejokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-mans-golf-challenge.html' title='Old Mans Golf Challenge'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02012650003662172049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R2oEbY7JSJI/R-DnDBFOXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hcKkqSeK7CU/S220/marie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
