<?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-20059847</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:24:46.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vipers Joke Page</title><subtitle type='html'>An colletion of funny e-mail received over the years.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-6792011076096086850</id><published>2007-10-25T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:22:11.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CATs</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Garamond&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU  style="FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=007584813-04082006&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;The House Cat&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-AU&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG id=_x0000_i1027 height=280 src="image001.gif"  width=280&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Garamond&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU  style="FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;The HipHop Cat&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=1&amp;amp;page=1"  target=_self&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;IMG id=_x0000_i1028 height=280  src="image002.gif" width=280 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Garamond&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU style="FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;The Metal  Cats&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A  href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=1&amp;amp;page=1" target=_self&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;IMG id=_x0000_i1029 height=280 src="image003.gif"  width=280 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Garamond&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-AU style="FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;The Stevie Wonder  Cat&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A  href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=1&amp;amp;page=1" target=_self&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;IMG id=_x0000_i1030 height=280 src="image004.gif"  width=280 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Garamond&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-AU style="FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;The Stoner Rock Cat&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-AU&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=1&amp;amp;page=1"  target=_self&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;IMG id=_x0000_i1031 height=280  src="image005.gif" width=280 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Garamond&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU style="FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;The Techno  Cat&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A  href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=1&amp;amp;page=1" target=_self&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;IMG id=_x0000_i1032 height=280 src="image006.gif"  width=280 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Garamond&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=EN-AU style="FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;The iCat&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-AU&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?list=1&amp;amp;page=1"  target=_self&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;IMG id=_x0000_i1033 height=280  src="image007.gif" width=280 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A  href="http://b3ta.hnldesign.nl/index.php?id=175" target=_self&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;HR align=center width="100%" SIZE=2&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/20059847-6792011076096086850?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6792011076096086850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=6792011076096086850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6792011076096086850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6792011076096086850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/cats.html' title='CATs'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-3926185477852679974</id><published>2007-10-16T09:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:58:35.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;George W Bush  goes to a primary school to talk about the war. After his&lt;BR&gt;talk he offers  question time. One little boy puts up his hand,&amp;nbsp; and George&lt;BR&gt;asks him  what his name is.&lt;BR&gt;"Billy."&lt;BR&gt;"And what is your question, Billy?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I  have three questions:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;First - why is the USA invading Iraq without the  support of theUN?;&lt;BR&gt;Second - why are you President when Al Gore got more  votes?;&lt;BR&gt;and Third - whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?"&lt;BR&gt;Just then the  bell rings for recess. George W. Bush informs the kiddies that&lt;BR&gt;they will  continue after recess.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;When they resume George says, "Okay where were  we? Oh that's right -&lt;BR&gt;question time. Who has a question?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;A  different little boy puts his hand, George points him out and asks him&lt;BR&gt;what  his name is.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Steve."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"And what is your question,  Steve?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I have five questions:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;First - why is the USA  invading Iraq without the support of the UN?;&lt;BR&gt;Second - why are you President  when Al Gore got more votes?;&lt;BR&gt;Third - whatever happened to Osama Bin  Laden?;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fourth - why did the recess bell go 20 minutes early?;&lt;BR&gt;and  Fifth - what happened to Billy?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-3926185477852679974?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3926185477852679974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=3926185477852679974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3926185477852679974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3926185477852679974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/president-bush.html' title='President Bush'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8721831583570175267</id><published>2007-10-16T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:58:21.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men are happy people</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Your last name  stays put&lt;BR&gt;The garage is all yours.&lt;BR&gt;Wedding plans take care of  themselves.&lt;BR&gt;Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;BR&gt;You can be president.&lt;BR&gt;You  can never be pregnant&lt;BR&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can  wear NO T-shirt to a&lt;BR&gt;water park.&lt;BR&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;BR&gt;The  world is your urinal.&lt;BR&gt;You never have to drive to another gas station restroom  because this one is&lt;BR&gt;just too icky&lt;BR&gt;You don't have to stop and think of  which way to turn a nut on a bolt.&lt;BR&gt;Same work, more pay.&lt;BR&gt;Wrinkles add  character.&lt;BR&gt;Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental -- $100.&lt;BR&gt;People never stare at  your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;BR&gt;The occasional well-rendered belch is  practically expected.&lt;BR&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your  feet.&lt;BR&gt;One mood -- all the time.&lt;BR&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds  flat.&lt;BR&gt;You know stuff about tanks.&lt;BR&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one  suitcase.&lt;BR&gt;You can open all your own jars.&lt;BR&gt;You get extra credit for the  slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;BR&gt;If someone forgets to invite you, he or she  can still be your friend.&lt;BR&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for three-pack.&lt;BR&gt;Three  pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;BR&gt;You almost never have strap problems in  public.&lt;BR&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.&lt;BR&gt;Everything on your  face stays its original color.&lt;BR&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe  decades.&lt;BR&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;BR&gt;You can play with toys  all your life.&lt;BR&gt;Your belly usually hides your big hips.&lt;BR&gt;One wallet and one  pair of shoes one color for all seasons.&lt;BR&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how  your legs look.&lt;BR&gt;You can "do" your nails with a pocketknife.&lt;BR&gt;You have  freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;BR&gt;You can do Christmas  shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No wonder men are  happier!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8721831583570175267?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8721831583570175267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8721831583570175267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8721831583570175267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8721831583570175267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/men-are-happy-people.html' title='Men are happy people'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5482404135894620392</id><published>2007-10-16T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:58:04.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indians</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;An Indian walks into a Jo'burg bank and asks to see the loan officer.&lt;BR&gt;He  says he is going to India on holiday for two weeks and wants  to&lt;BR&gt;borrow&lt;BR&gt;R10,000. The bank officer says the bank&lt;BR&gt;will need some kind  of security for such a loan, so the man handed&lt;BR&gt;over the keys of his new BMW  M3 parked on the street in front of the&lt;BR&gt;bank.&lt;BR&gt;Everything is checked out,  and the bank agrees to accept the car as&lt;BR&gt;collateral&lt;BR&gt;for the loan.  An&lt;BR&gt;employee drives the BMW into the bank's underground garage and parks&lt;BR&gt;it  there. Two weeks later, the man returns, repays the R10,000&lt;BR&gt;and the interest,  which comes to R15.41. The loan&lt;BR&gt;officer says,&lt;BR&gt;"We are very happy to have  had your business,&lt;BR&gt;and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we  are a little&lt;BR&gt;puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and&lt;BR&gt;found  that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us&lt;BR&gt;is why would you bother to  borrow R10,000?"&lt;BR&gt;The Indian replied,&lt;BR&gt;"Where else in Jo'burg can I park my  car safely for two weeks and pay&lt;BR&gt;only R15.41?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Indians will always be  Indians......., Smart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5482404135894620392?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5482404135894620392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5482404135894620392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5482404135894620392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5482404135894620392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/indians.html' title='Indians'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4684767634361026824</id><published>2007-10-16T09:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:57:39.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband and Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Secrets of a Happy  Marriage&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My wife and I have the secret to  making a marriage last:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two times a week, we  go to a nice restaurant, have a little wine,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  some good food and companionship. She goes Tuesdays, I go  Fridays.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We also sleep in separate  beds. Hers is in Sydney and mine is in&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Melbourne.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps  finding her way back.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I asked my wife where she wanted to go for  our anniversary.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Somewhere I haven't been in  a long time!" she said.. So I suggested&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the  kitchen.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We always hold hands. If I  let go, she shops.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She has an electric blender, electric  toaster and electric bread&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; maker Then she  said, "There are too many gadgets and no place to  sit&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; down!". So I bought her an electric  chair.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Remember.... Marriage is the  number one cause of divorce.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Statistically, 100% of all divorces  started with marriage.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I married Miss Right. I just didn't know  her first name was Always.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I haven't spoken to my wife for 18 months.  I don't like to interrupt&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; her.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The last fight was my fault. My wife  asked, "What's on the TV?".... I&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; said,  "Dust!"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why do  men die before their wives? 'Cause they want  to'.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4684767634361026824?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4684767634361026824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4684767634361026824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4684767634361026824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4684767634361026824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/husband-and-wife.html' title='Husband and Wife'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4602870215692015867</id><published>2007-10-16T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:57:21.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;A South African Local  Pastor dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly&lt;BR&gt;Gates. Ahead of him is a guy  who's dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt,&lt;BR&gt;leather jacket and jeans.  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Saint Peter addresses him, "Who are you, so that I&lt;BR&gt;may know  whether or not to admit you into the Kingdom of Heaven?" &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;The guy  replies, "I'm Sipho Mlangeni, Taxi driver, from Soweto, South Africa,&lt;BR&gt;boss."  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the taxi  driver,&lt;BR&gt;"Take this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom of  Heaven." &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Now it's the minister's turn. He stands erect and booms  out, "I am the Right&lt;BR&gt;Reverend Joseph Snow, pastor of Saint Mary's for the  last forty-three years." &lt;BR&gt;Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the  minister, "Take this cotton &lt;BR&gt;robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom of  Heaven." &lt;BR&gt;"Just a minute," says the minister. "That man was a taxi driver and  &amp;nbsp;he&lt;BR&gt;gets a silken robe and golden staff. How can this be?" &lt;BR&gt;"Up here,  we work by results," explains Saint Peter. "While you&lt;BR&gt;preached, people slept;  while he drove, people prayed."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4602870215692015867?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4602870215692015867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4602870215692015867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4602870215692015867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4602870215692015867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-one.html' title='GOOD ONE'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2651677261436041475</id><published>2007-10-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:57:01.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatiep &amp; Maraai</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;While attending  a marriage seminar on communication, Gatiep and his&lt;BR&gt;wife, Meraai listened to  the instructor declare: "It is essential that&lt;BR&gt;husbands and wives know the  things that are important to each other."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He addressed the men:&lt;BR&gt;"For  instance, gentlemen, can you name your wife's favourite flower?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Gatiep  leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Self-Raising,  ne?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2651677261436041475?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2651677261436041475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2651677261436041475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2651677261436041475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2651677261436041475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/gatiep-maraai.html' title='Gatiep &amp; Maraai'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2029050246815222041</id><published>2007-10-16T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:56:41.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Aoccdrnig to a  rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't&amp;nbsp; mttaer in&lt;BR&gt;waht oredr  the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the&lt;BR&gt;frist and  lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses&lt;BR&gt;and you can  sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed&lt;BR&gt;ervey lteter by  it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2029050246815222041?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2029050246815222041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2029050246815222041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2029050246815222041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2029050246815222041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-trivia.html' title='Friday trivia'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-1923005898148163172</id><published>2007-10-16T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:56:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorder in the Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These are from a book called Disorder in  the Court, and are things&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; people actually said  in court, word for word, taken down and now&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  published by court reporters - who had the torment of staying  calm&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; while these exchanges were actually  taking place. Some of these are&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; excellent,  don't miss the last one.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: Are you  sexually active?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: No, I just lie  there&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ----------------------------------------------&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: What is your date of birth?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: July  15th.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: What  year?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Every  year.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ---------------------------------------------------&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the  impact?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Gucci sweats and  Reeboks.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  -------------------------------------------------&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at  all?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Yes.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: And in what ways does it affect your  memory?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: I  forget.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: You forget. Can you give us an  example of something that you've&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  forgotten?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; _______&amp;nbsp;  _______________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: How old  is your son, the one living with you?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A:  Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember  which.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: How long has he lived with  you?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Forty-five  years.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  _______________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q:  What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke  up&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That  morning?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: He said, "Where am I,  Cathy?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: And why did that upset  you?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: My name is  Susan.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo  or&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the  occult?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: We both  do.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q:  Voodoo?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: We  do.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: You  do?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Yes,  voodoo.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  _________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep,  he&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; doesn't know about it until the next  morning?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  _________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is  he?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  __________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Were you present when your picture was  taken?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  __________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August  8th?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Yes.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: She had three children, right?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A:  Yes.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: How many were  boys?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A:  None.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: Were there any  girls?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ______________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q:  How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: By  death.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: And by whose death was it  terminated?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Can you describe the individual?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: He was  about medium height and had a beard.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: Was  this a male, or a female?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ____________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a  deposition&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; notice which I sent to your  attorney?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: No, this is how I dress when I go  to work.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  __________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead  people?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: All my autopsies are performed on  dead people.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ___________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go  to?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Oral.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  __________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the  body?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: The autopsy started around 8:30  p.m.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the  time?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: No, he was sitting on the table  wondering why I was doing an&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  autopsy.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  __________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  __________________________________________&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for  a&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pulse?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A:  No.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: Did you check for blood  pressure?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A:  No.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: Did you check for  breathing?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A:  No.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: So, then it is possible that the  patient was alive when you began&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the  autopsy?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A:  No.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: How can you be so sure,  Doctor?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Because his brain was sitting on my  desk in a jar.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Q: But could the patient have  still been alive, nevertheless?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A: Yes, it is  possible that he could have been alive and  practicing&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; law somewhere.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-1923005898148163172?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1923005898148163172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=1923005898148163172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1923005898148163172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1923005898148163172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/disorder-in-court_16.html' title='Disorder in the Court'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-3191008530670206981</id><published>2007-10-16T09:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:55:43.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR JOHN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;The ultimate response to a "Dear John" letter .....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A Marine was  deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there he received a&lt;BR&gt;letter from his  girlfriend.&amp;nbsp; In the letter she explained that she had&lt;BR&gt;slept with two  guys while he had been gone and she wanted to break up&lt;BR&gt;with him.&amp;nbsp; AND,  she wanted the pictures of herself back.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So the Marine did what any  squared-away Marine would do. He went around&lt;BR&gt;to all his buddies and collected  as many of the unwanted photos Of women&lt;BR&gt;he could find.&amp;nbsp; He then mailed  about 25 pictures of women (with clothes&lt;BR&gt;and without) to his girlfriend with  the following note:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I don't remember which one you are. Please remove  your picture and send&lt;BR&gt;the rest back."&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-3191008530670206981?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3191008530670206981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=3191008530670206981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3191008530670206981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3191008530670206981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-john.html' title='DEAR JOHN...'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-310753062824011596</id><published>2007-10-16T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:55:25.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>consultants</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;A timeless lesson on how consultants can make a difference for  an&lt;BR&gt;organization....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Last week we took some friends out to a new  restaurant and noticed that the&lt;BR&gt;waiter who took our order carried a spoon in  his shirt pocket.&amp;nbsp; It seemed&lt;BR&gt;alittle strange, but I ignored it.&amp;nbsp;  However, when the busboy brought out&lt;BR&gt;water and utensils, I noticed he also  had a spoon in his shirt pocket.&lt;BR&gt;Then Ilooked around the room and saw that  all the staff had spoons in&lt;BR&gt;theirpockets.&amp;nbsp; When the waiter came back to  serve our soup, I asked, "Why&lt;BR&gt;the spoon?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well," he explained, "the  restaurant's owners hired Andersen Consulting to&lt;BR&gt;revamp all our  processes.&amp;nbsp; After several months of statistical&lt;BR&gt;analysis,they concluded  that the spoon was the most frequently dropped&lt;BR&gt;utensil.&amp;nbsp; This represents  a drop frequency of approximately three spoons&lt;BR&gt;per tableper hour.&amp;nbsp; If  our personnel is prepared to deal with that&lt;BR&gt;contingency, we can reduce the  number of trips back to the kitchen and save&lt;BR&gt;15 man-hours per  shift."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As luck would have it, I dropped my spoon, and he was able to  replace it&lt;BR&gt;with his spare spoon. "I'll get another spoon next time I go to  the kitchen&lt;BR&gt;instead of making an extra trip to get it right now." I was  rather&lt;BR&gt;impressed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I also noticed that there was a very thin string  hanging out of the&lt;BR&gt;waiter'sfly.&amp;nbsp; Looking around, I saw that all the  waiters had the same&lt;BR&gt;string hanging from their flies.&amp;nbsp; My curiosity got  the better of me, and&lt;BR&gt;before he walked off, I asked the waiter,&amp;nbsp; "Excuse  me, but can you tell me&lt;BR&gt;why you have that string right there?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Oh,  certainly!" he answered, lowering his voice. "Not everyone is as&lt;BR&gt;observant as  you.&amp;nbsp; That consulting firm I mentioned also found that we can&lt;BR&gt;save time  in the restroom."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"How so?"&amp;nbsp; "See," he continued," by tying this  string to the tip of your&lt;BR&gt;you know what, we can pull it out over the urinal  without touching it and&lt;BR&gt;that way eliminate the need to wash our  hands,&lt;BR&gt;shortening the time spent in the restroom by 76.39  percent."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"After you get it out, how do you put it back?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well,"  he whispered, lowering his voice even further, "I don't know about&lt;BR&gt;the  others, but I use the spoon." &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-310753062824011596?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/310753062824011596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=310753062824011596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/310753062824011596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/310753062824011596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/consultants.html' title='consultants'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-937739400980895897</id><published>2007-10-16T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:55:01.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrens thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Childrens  thoughts A first grade teacher collected well known proverbs. She gave each  child in her class the first half of a proverb and asked them to come up with  the remainder of the proverb. It's hard to believe these were&lt;BR&gt;actually done  by first graders. Their insight may surprise you. While reading these keep in  mind that these are first&lt;BR&gt;graders... "6" year-olds,because the last one is  classic!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Better to be safe than......................punch a 5th  grader.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Strike while the ...........................bug is  close.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's always darkest before..................Daylight Saving  Time.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Never underestimate the power of............termites.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You  can lead a horse to water but...........how?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Don't bite the hand  that....................looks dirty.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No news  is..................................impossible.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A miss is as good as  a......................Mr.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You can't teach an old dog  new..............math.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you lie down with dogs, you'll...........stink  in the morning.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Love all,  trust.............................me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The pen is mightier than  the................pigs.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;An idle mind is.............................the  best way to relax.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Where there's smoke  there's.................pollution.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Happy the bride  who.........................gets all the presents.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A penny saved  is............................not much.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Two's company,  three's......................the Musketeers.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Don't put off till tomorrow  what............you put on to go to bed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Laugh and the whole world laughs  with you, cry and.................. you have to blow your nose.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There are  none so blind as..................Stevie Wonder.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Children should be seen  and not.............spanked or grounded.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If at first you don't  succeed...............get new batteries.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You get out of something only  what you......see in the picture on the box.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the blind leadeth the  blind............get out of the way.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Better late  than............................pregnant!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-937739400980895897?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/937739400980895897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=937739400980895897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/937739400980895897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/937739400980895897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/childrens-thoughts.html' title='Childrens thoughts'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2051085072227040259</id><published>2007-10-16T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:54:38.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cab driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;A taxi  passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question.&lt;BR&gt;The driver  screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on&lt;BR&gt;the pavement,  and stopped centimetres from a shop window.&lt;BR&gt;For a second everything went  quiet in the cab, then the driver said,&lt;BR&gt;"Look mate, don't ever do that again.  You scared the daylights out of me!"&lt;BR&gt;The&amp;nbsp; passenger apologized and said,  "I didn't realize that a little tap&lt;BR&gt;would&amp;nbsp; scare you so much.&lt;BR&gt;The  driver replied, "Sorry, it's not really your fault.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Today is my first  day as a cab driver - I've been driving a funeral van for&lt;BR&gt;the  last&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;25 years."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2051085072227040259?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2051085072227040259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2051085072227040259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2051085072227040259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2051085072227040259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/cab-driver.html' title='Cab driver'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2167759244963013553</id><published>2007-10-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:54:08.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True South African Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;"Hello, is this the SAP?"&lt;BR&gt;"e-Yes. What you want?"&lt;BR&gt;"I'm calling to  report my neighbour, Hendrik van der Merwe! He is hiding&lt;BR&gt;dagga inside his  firewood."&lt;BR&gt;"E-Yes...Thank you for your&amp;nbsp; co-opershun and informashun in  combating crime&lt;BR&gt;and violence, in our&amp;nbsp; society sir."&lt;BR&gt;The next day, the  SAP descend on Hendrik's house. They&amp;nbsp; search the braai&lt;BR&gt;lapa where the  firewood is kept. Using axes, they chop open every piece of&lt;BR&gt;wood, but find no  dagga. They shout and swear at Hendrik and leave.&lt;BR&gt;The phone rings at  Hendrik's house. "Hey, Hendrik! Did the SAP come?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Ja!"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Did  they chop your firewood for the braai  tonight?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"...Ja...."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Happy Birthday  Boet!"&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2167759244963013553?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2167759244963013553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2167759244963013553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2167759244963013553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2167759244963013553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/true-south-african-friendship.html' title='A True South African Friendship'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8608504313362904719</id><published>2007-10-16T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:53:38.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>911 Calls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Dispatcher: Nine-one-one What is your emergency? &amp;gt; - Caller: I heard  what&lt;BR&gt;sounded like gunshots coming from the brown house &amp;gt; on the corner.  &amp;gt; -&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: Do you have an address? &amp;gt; - Caller: No, I'm wearing a  blouse and&lt;BR&gt;slacks, why? &amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: Nine-one-one What is your  emergency? &amp;gt; - Caller: Someone broke&lt;BR&gt;into my house and took a bite out of  my ham and &amp;gt; cheese sandwich. &amp;gt; -&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: Excuse me? &amp;gt; - Caller:  I made a ham and cheese sandwich and left&lt;BR&gt;it on the kitchen &amp;gt; table and  when I came back from the bathroom, someone&lt;BR&gt;had taken a bite &amp;gt; out of it.  &amp;gt; - Dispatcher: Was anything else taken? &amp;gt; -&lt;BR&gt;Caller: No, but this has  happened to me before and I'm sick and tired &amp;gt; of&lt;BR&gt;it.  &amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: Nine-one-one &amp;gt; - Caller: Hi, is this the police? &amp;gt;  - Dispatcher:&lt;BR&gt;This is 911. Do you need police assistance? &amp;gt; - Caller:  Well, I don't know&lt;BR&gt;who to call. Can you tell me how to cook a &amp;gt; turkey?  I've never cooked one&lt;BR&gt;before. &amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: Nine-one-one. Fire or  emergency? &amp;gt; - Caller: Fire, I guess. &amp;gt; -&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: How can I help  you sir? &amp;gt; - Caller: I was wondering.....does the&lt;BR&gt;Fire Dept. put snow  chains on &amp;gt; their trucks? &amp;gt; - Dispatcher: Yes sir, do&lt;BR&gt;you have an  emergency? &amp;gt; - Caller: Well, I've spent the last 4 hours trying&lt;BR&gt;to put  these chains &amp;gt; on my tires and....well.... do you think the Fire&lt;BR&gt;Dept.  could come over &amp;gt; and help me? &amp;gt; - Dispatcher: Help you what? &amp;gt;  -&lt;BR&gt;Caller: Help me get these chains on my car! &amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher:  Nine-one-one What is the nature of your emergency? &amp;gt; - Caller:&lt;BR&gt;I'm trying  to reach nine eleven but my phone doesn't have an &amp;gt; eleven on it.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;gt; -  Dispatcher: This is nine eleven. &amp;gt; - Caller: I thought you just said  it&lt;BR&gt;was nine-one-one &amp;gt; - Dispatcher: Yes, ma'am nine-one-one and  nine-eleven are&lt;BR&gt;the same &amp;gt; thing. &amp;gt; - Caller: Honey, I may be old, but  I'm not stupid. &amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: Nine-one-one What's the nature of your  emergency? &amp;gt; - Caller: My&lt;BR&gt;wife is pregnant and her contractions are only  two minutes &amp;gt; apart. &amp;gt; -&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: Is this her first child? &amp;gt; -  Caller: No, you idiot! This is her&lt;BR&gt;husband &amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And the winner  is.......... &amp;gt; - Dispatcher: Nine-one-one &amp;gt; - Caller: Yeah,&lt;BR&gt;I'm having  trouble breathing. I'm all out of breath. &amp;gt; Darn...I think I'm&lt;BR&gt;going to  pass out. &amp;gt; - Dispatcher: Sir, where are you calling from? &amp;gt; -&lt;BR&gt;Caller:  I'm at a pay phone. North and Foster. Damn...... &amp;gt; - Dispatcher:&lt;BR&gt;Sir, an  ambulance is on the way. Are you an asthmatic? &amp;gt; - Caller: No &amp;gt;  -&lt;BR&gt;Dispatcher: What where you doing before you started having trouble  &amp;gt;&lt;BR&gt;breathing? &amp;gt; - Caller: Running from the police.  &amp;gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8608504313362904719?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8608504313362904719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8608504313362904719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8608504313362904719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8608504313362904719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/911-calls.html' title='911 Calls...'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8638774888576669455</id><published>2007-10-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:53:12.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men die first....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the  ratrace...you're a male chauvinist.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you stay home and do the housework...you're gay. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you work too hard...there's never any time for her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you don't work enough...you're a good-for-nothing lazy pr**k. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay...this is exploitation. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay.....you should get off your  lazy ass and find something better.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you get a promotion ahead of her...that is favouritism.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If she gets a job ahead of you......it's equal opportunity. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you mention how nice she looks......it's sexual harassment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you keep quiet ..........it's male indifference. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you cry............you're a wimp.&lt;BR&gt;If you  don't....................you're an insensitive bast**d. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you make a decision without consulting her.........you're a  chauvinist.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If she makes a decision without consulting you......she's a liberated woman.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy....... that's domination.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If SHE asks you.........it's a favour. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear......you're a  pervert.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you don't..............you're gay. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape...........you're  sexist. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you don't...............you're unromantic. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you try to keep yourself in shape................you're vain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you don't ...........you're a slob. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you buy her flowers.............you're after something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you don't .................you're not thoughtful. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you're proud of your achievements........you're full of sh*t.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you're not ....................you're not ambitious. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If she has a headache............she's tired.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you have a headache.............you don't love her anymore. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;If you want it too often.........you're oversexed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If you don't................there must be someone else.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Men  die first because they want to.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8638774888576669455?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8638774888576669455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8638774888576669455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8638774888576669455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8638774888576669455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-men-die-first.html' title='Why men die first....'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7433698302900498876</id><published>2007-10-16T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:52:42.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Jokes !</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;With four  daughters and one son always dashing to&lt;BR&gt;school activities and part-time jobs,  our schedule&lt;BR&gt;was hectic. To add to this, we kept running out of&lt;BR&gt;household  supplies. I instructed them all to let&lt;BR&gt;me know when they used the last of any  item by&lt;BR&gt;writing it down on a note pad on the refrigerator.&lt;BR&gt;As a reminder,  I wrote at the top:&lt;BR&gt;"IF WE ARE OUT OF IT, WRITE IT DOWN."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I  checked the pad a few days later, to my&lt;BR&gt;delight I found the following  message: "MOM, YOU&lt;BR&gt;MAY BE A BIT OLD-FASHIONED, BUT YOU ARE NOT 'OUT&lt;BR&gt;OF  IT.'"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quick Wit:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm not offended by all the dumb-blonde  jokes,&lt;BR&gt;because I know I'm not dumb. And I also know that&lt;BR&gt;I'm not  blonde.&amp;nbsp; --Dolly Parton&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Funny Thoughts:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"[In pro  football], if the Jaguars are known as 'Jags'&lt;BR&gt;and the Buccaneers as 'Bucs,'  what should the Titans&lt;BR&gt;shorthand be?" --  TMQ&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7433698302900498876?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7433698302900498876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7433698302900498876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7433698302900498876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7433698302900498876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-jokes.html' title='Today&apos;s Jokes !'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-3426378863251124384</id><published>2007-10-16T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:52:22.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;"Light travels faster than sound. That's why  some people appear bright until you hear them speak."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-3426378863251124384?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3426378863251124384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=3426378863251124384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3426378863251124384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3426378863251124384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-451416210120461809</id><published>2007-10-16T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:51:48.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Physics of Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are  300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of  these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer  which only Santa has ever seen. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the  world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and  Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million  according to the Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census rate of 3.5  children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least  one good child in each. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to  the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, and assuming he travels  east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second.  This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has  1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of his sleigh, jump down the chimnye, fill  the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever  snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and  move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are  evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course we know to be false but  for the purpose of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking aabout  .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting stops  to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and  etc.This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3000 times  the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on  earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a  conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting  element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set  (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is  invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no  more than 300 punds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (refer to point #1)  could pull TEN TIMES the normal load, we cannot do the job with eight, or even  nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting  the weight of the sleigh - 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four  times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates  enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as  spacecrafts re-entereing the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will  absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy per SECOND, EACH! In short, hey will  burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and  create a deafening sonic boom in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be  vaporized within 4.26 thousanths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be  subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250  pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his  sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;In conclusion - If Santa ever DID deliver presents on  Christmas Eve, he's dead by now.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Santa's Rebuttal &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;NORTH POLE, SANTA'S  VILLAGE - For Immediate Release &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;It has come to the attention of Santa's workshop that  there have been disparaging remarks made in the press recently about Santa's  very existence. Several key points are overlooked by this callous, amateurish,  so-called study. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;As was admitted by the skeptics, there is only a very  small probability of finding a flying reindeer. That is precisely because they  are all located at the Workshop. Your very argument against Santa is proof of  his existence! As is widely known (Re: the excellent historical documentaries  "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" and "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer") the flying  reindeer are not a separate species, but were in fact given the power of flight  due to eating magic acorns, which is passed on in their offspring. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;A series of cascading assumptions have been relied upon to  show the "impossibility" of delivering all presents in one Christmas. For  example, there was assumed a uniform distribution of children across homes.  Toronto/Yorkville, or NYC/SOHO, or other yuppie neighborhoods, have less than  the average (and don't forget the DINK/SINK homes (Double Income No Kids, Single  Income No Kids)), while the Catholic (the predominant Christian denomination)  families with 10 children would skew that derived 15% of homes down a few  percent. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;You've also assumed that each home that has kids would  have at least one good kid. Let us assure you that anti-selection applies, and  homes with good kids tend to have more than their share of good kids? Still  other single-child homes are notorious for spoiled "naughty" children and  average 55% delivery on a good year. Let's drop that number of homes down a few  more percent. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;A simple history lesson reminds us that, the first major  schism in the Church split the Eastern Churches, centered in Byzantium, from the  Western, which remained centered in Rome, prior to the Gregorian correction to  the Julian calendar. The Eastern "Orthodox" Churches do not recognize the  Gregorian correction for liturgical events, and their Christmas is, as a result,  several days after that of the Western Churches'. Thus, Santa's schedule is not  as tight as previously indicated. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Santa does indeed FedEx a number of packages ahead of  time, since he is not be able to fly into Air Force Bases, or into tower-  controlled areas near airports. He's certainly not into dodging SCUD missiles  over the no-fly zones in Iraq, so he uses DHL there. Subtract some more homes.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;In regards to speed and time, we can't reveal all the  details, but let us remind you of basic relativity theory: The faster you go,  the slower time progresses. Do you think StarTrek came up with the idea of warp  drive? So, if Santa could go faster than light, then he can easily visit all the  good children which are not uniformly distributed by either concentration in  each home or by number of children per household, and get home before he left so  he can digest all those stale cookies and warm milk. (Has anyone thought of ice  cubes?) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Aha, you say, Enterprise has matter-antimatter warp  engines, Santa only has reindeer, where does he get the power to move that fast?  The answer is right before your skeptical eyes! The lead pair of reindeer will  absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy. Per second. Each. This is an ample  supply of energy for the maneuvering, acceleration, etc., that would be required  of the loaded sleigh. The reindeer don't evaporate or incinerate or get crushed  because of this energy; they accelerate! What do you think they have antlers  for, fighting over females? Think of antlers as furry shield generator arrays.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;The issue of weight constraints and delivery methods also  shows a shocking lack of knowledge of basic matter/energy relations and  beginning quantum physics. (Picture a two dimensional complex function mapped to  the surface of a sphere with approximately 9000 nodal surfaces, and 18 million  regions of relatively high amplitude.) Assuming this is getting way ahead of  most people's conceptual limits, we'll just say that Captain Kirk wasn't the  first to say "beam me down." Transporters, replicators, and holo-projections  have been standard equipment in some workshops and certain aerospace vehicle way  before the 24th century. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;If that's not enough, watch the news on the 24th at 11  o'clock. NORAD (one of the few government agencies with more than 3 initials in  it's name and therefore more trustworthy than the rest) tracks Santa every year  and displays radar shots of him approaching from the North Pole. They haven't  bombarded him yet, so they must believe too, right? &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;We certainly hope this clears up any damage caused by the  bad press. Santa dead, indeed--some people will twist any statistic model to  "prove" their cynical theory.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-451416210120461809?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/451416210120461809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=451416210120461809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/451416210120461809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/451416210120461809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/physics-of-santa-claus.html' title='The Physics of Santa Claus'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8659428082389079363</id><published>2007-10-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:51:03.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunbathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;A rather  well-proportioned secretary, Joan, wanted to spend almost&lt;BR&gt;all of her vacation  sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing&lt;BR&gt;suit the first day  but, on the second, she decided that no one could see&lt;BR&gt;her way up there, and  she slipped out of it for an overall tan.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She'd hardly begun when she  heard someone running up the stairs; she&lt;BR&gt;was lying on her stomach, so she  just pulled a towel over her rear.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Excuse me, miss," said the flustered  little assistant manager of&lt;BR&gt;the hotel,&lt;BR&gt;out of breath from running up the  stairs. "The Hilton doesn't mind&lt;BR&gt;you sunbathing on the roof but we would very  much appreciate you wearing&lt;BR&gt;a bathing suit as you did  yesterday."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"What difference does it make?" Joan asked rather calmly. "No  one&lt;BR&gt;can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Not  exactly," said the embarrassed little man. "You're lying on the&lt;BR&gt;dining room  skylight."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8659428082389079363?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8659428082389079363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8659428082389079363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8659428082389079363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8659428082389079363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunbathing.html' title='Sunbathing'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-1684619739826552320</id><published>2007-10-16T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:50:42.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spietkop ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;A spietkop  pulls off a blonde in one of those new smart Ford's. "Marrem, can&lt;BR&gt;I see your  drivers liscence please" says the spietkop. "What is a drivers&lt;BR&gt;liscence?"  queries the blonde. "It's dat little square fing" explained the&lt;BR&gt;spietkop,  "wif a picture of you on it!! " The blonde scratches through her&lt;BR&gt;handbag and  comes across a square make-up box, opens it, looks in the&lt;BR&gt;mirror, closes it  and hands it over to the spietkop. He opens it, looks in&lt;BR&gt;the mirror, hands it  back to her and says, "It's OK, Marrem, you can go...I&lt;BR&gt;daren't realise you is  also a spietkop!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-1684619739826552320?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1684619739826552320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=1684619739826552320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1684619739826552320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1684619739826552320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/spietkop.html' title='Spietkop ...'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5999010041795918414</id><published>2007-10-16T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:50:19.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa the last couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;You know you're  in a South African summer when.....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*The best parking place is determined  by shade&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;instead of&amp;nbsp; distance.&lt;BR&gt;*Hot water now comes out of both  taps.&lt;BR&gt;*You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;good  branding&amp;nbsp; iron.&lt;BR&gt;*The temperature drops below 35 degrees and  you&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;feel a little chilly.&lt;BR&gt;*You discover that in February it&amp;nbsp;  only takes 2&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;fingers to steer your&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;car.&lt;BR&gt;*You develop  a&amp;nbsp; fear of metal car door handles.&lt;BR&gt;*You break a sweat the&amp;nbsp; instant  you step outside at&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;06:30am&lt;BR&gt;*Your biggest&amp;nbsp; bicycle-accident  fear is,&amp;nbsp; "What if I&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;get knocked out and&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;end up lying  on&amp;nbsp; the pavement and cook to death?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;*You realise that asphalt has a  liquid state.&lt;BR&gt;*Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice  to&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;keep them from laying&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;hard-boiled eggs.&lt;BR&gt;*The cows  are&amp;nbsp; giving evaporated milk.&lt;BR&gt;*The trees are whistling for the&amp;nbsp;  dogs.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5999010041795918414?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5999010041795918414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5999010041795918414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5999010041795918414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5999010041795918414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/south-africa-last-couple-of-weeks.html' title='South Africa the last couple of weeks'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7014097625004286172</id><published>2007-10-16T09:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:49:57.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She was sooo blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;She was Soooooooo Blonde . .&lt;BR&gt;* She thought General Motors was in the  army.&lt;BR&gt;* She thought Boyz II Men was a day care center.&lt;BR&gt;* At the bottom of  an application where it says "Sign here:" she  wrote&lt;BR&gt;"Sagittarius."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;She Was Soooooooooooooo  Blonde...&lt;BR&gt;* She took the ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&lt;BR&gt;* She  sent a fax with a stamp on it&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was Sooooooooooooooooo  Blonde...&lt;BR&gt;* She tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;BR&gt;* She spent 20 minutes  looking at the orange juice can because it said&lt;BR&gt;"Concentrate."&lt;BR&gt;* She told  me to meet her at the corner of "WALK" and "DON'T  WALK."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;She was Soooooooooooooooooooo Blonde...&lt;BR&gt;* She  studied for a blood test.&lt;BR&gt;* When she missed bus #44 she took bus #22 twice  instead.&lt;BR&gt;* When she went to the airport and saw a sign that said, "Airport  Left,"&lt;BR&gt;she&lt;BR&gt;turned around and went home.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;She Was  Sooooooooooooooooooooo Blonde...&lt;BR&gt;* When she heard that 90% of all crimes  occur around the home, she&lt;BR&gt;moved.&lt;BR&gt;* She thought if she spoke her mind,  she'd be speechless.&lt;BR&gt;* She thought that she could not use her AM radio in the  evening.&lt;BR&gt;* She had a shirt that said "TGIF," which she thought stood for  "This&lt;BR&gt;Goes&lt;BR&gt;In Front."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7014097625004286172?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7014097625004286172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7014097625004286172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7014097625004286172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7014097625004286172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-was-sooo-blonde.html' title='She was sooo blonde'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-1613506160623740286</id><published>2007-10-16T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:49:27.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rearrange the letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Someone out  there either has too much&lt;BR&gt;spare time or is deadly at  Scrabble.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;DORMITORY:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;DESPERATION:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;IS NO AMITY&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters:&lt;BR&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange  the letters:&lt;BR&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange  the letters:&lt;BR&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;BR&gt;When you  rearrange the letters:&lt;BR&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND  FINALE:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;PRESIDENT CLINTON OF THE USA:&lt;BR&gt;When you rearrange the  letters&lt;BR&gt;(With no letters left over and using each letter only once):&lt;BR&gt;TO  COPULATE HE FINDS INTERNS&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yep! Someone with  waaaaaaaaaaay&lt;BR&gt;too much time on their  hands!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-1613506160623740286?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1613506160623740286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=1613506160623740286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1613506160623740286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1613506160623740286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/rearrange-letters.html' title='Rearrange the letters'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-1646076469804230169</id><published>2007-10-16T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:49:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;If a child annoys you, quiet him by brushing his  hair. If this doesn't work, use the other side of the brush on the other end of  the child.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-1646076469804230169?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1646076469804230169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=1646076469804230169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1646076469804230169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1646076469804230169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-1791522167751429160</id><published>2007-10-16T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:49:04.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;A guy is sitting quietly reading his  paper when his wife sneaks up behind him and whacks him on the head with a  frying pan. "What was that for?" he says. That was for the piece of paper in  your pants pocket with the name Marylou written on it," she replies. Two weeks  ago when I went to the races, Marylou was the name Of one of the horses I bet  on," he explains. She looks satisfied and apologises. Three days later he's  again sitting in his chair reading when she nails him with an even bigger frying  pan, knocking him out cold. When he comes to, he says, "What the hell was that  for?" Your horse phoned.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-1791522167751429160?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1791522167751429160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=1791522167751429160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1791522167751429160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1791522167751429160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/race-horse.html' title='Race Horse'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2064438519596261077</id><published>2007-10-16T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:49:02.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions to Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Who was the  first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze&lt;BR&gt;these dangly  things here, and drink whatever comes out?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who was the first person to  say, "See that chicken there... I'm gonna eat&lt;BR&gt;the next thing that comes outta  it's ass."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to  a horrible&lt;BR&gt;crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why is there  a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Can a hearse carrying a  corpse drive in the car pool lane?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why does your gynae leave the room  when you get undressed if they are going&lt;BR&gt;to look up there  anyway?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours?  They're both&lt;BR&gt;dogs!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What do you call male  ballerinas?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Can blind people see their dreams? Do they  dream?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from  vegetables,&lt;BR&gt;then what is baby oil made from?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is Disney World the  only people trap operated by a mouse?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why do the Alphabet song and  Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same&lt;BR&gt;tune?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;STOP SINGING AND  CARRY ON READING. . . . . .. . . . .&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Do illiterate people get the full  effect of Alphabet Soup?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Did you ever notice that when you blow in a  dog's face, he gets mad at you,&lt;BR&gt;but when you take him on a car ride, he  sticks his head out the window?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Does pushing the elevator button more  than once make it arrive faster?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Do you ever wonder why you gave me your  e-mail address in the first place?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2064438519596261077?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2064438519596261077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2064438519596261077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2064438519596261077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2064438519596261077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/questions-to-ponder.html' title='Questions to Ponder'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-304845627802177363</id><published>2007-10-16T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:47:47.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Being a parent changes  everything.&amp;nbsp; But being a parent also changes with&lt;BR&gt;each baby.&amp;nbsp; Here  are some of the ways having a second and third child is&lt;BR&gt;different from having  your first.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Your Clothes&lt;BR&gt;1st baby: You begin wearing maternity clothes  as soon as your OB/GYN&lt;BR&gt;confirms your pregnancy.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: You wear your  regular clothes for as long as possible.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: Your maternity clothes ARE  your regular clothes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Preparing for the Birth&lt;BR&gt;1st baby: You practice  your breathing religiously.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: You don't bother practicing because you  remember that last time,&lt;BR&gt;breathing didn't do a thing.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: You ask  for an epidural in your 8th month.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Layette&lt;BR&gt;1st baby: You pre-wash  your newborn's clothes, colour-coordinate them,&lt;BR&gt;and fold them neatly in the  baby's little bureau.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: You check to make sure that the clothes are  clean and discard&lt;BR&gt;only the ones with the darkest stains.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: Boys  can wear pink, can't they?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Worries&lt;BR&gt;1st baby: At the first sign of  distress - a whimper, a frown-you pick up&lt;BR&gt;the baby.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: You pick the  baby up when her wails threaten to wake your&lt;BR&gt;firstborn.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: You  teach your 3-year-old how to rewind the mechanical swing.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Pacifier&lt;BR&gt;1st  baby: If the pacifier falls on the floor, you put it away until you&lt;BR&gt;can go  home and wash and boil it.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: When the pacifier falls on the floor,  you squirt it off with&lt;BR&gt;some juice from the baby's bottle.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: You  wipe it off on your shirt and pop it back in.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Diapering&lt;BR&gt;1st baby: You  change your baby's diapers every hour, whether they need&lt;BR&gt;it&amp;nbsp; or  not.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: You change their diaper every 2 to 3 hours, if needed.&lt;BR&gt;3rd  baby: You try to change their diaper before others start to complain&lt;BR&gt;about  the smell or you see it sagging to their knees.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Activities&lt;BR&gt;1st baby:  You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics, Baby Swing, and Baby&lt;BR&gt;Story  Hour.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: You take your infant to Baby Gymnastics.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: You  take your infant to the supermarket and the dry cleaner.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Going Out&lt;BR&gt;1st  baby: The first time you leave your baby with a sitter, you call&lt;BR&gt;home 5  times.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: Just before you walk out the door, you remember to leave  a&lt;BR&gt;number where you can be reached.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: You leave instructions for  the sitter to call only if she sees&lt;BR&gt;blood.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;At Home&lt;BR&gt;1st baby: You  spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.&lt;BR&gt;2nd baby: You spend a  bit of everyday watching to be sure your older&lt;BR&gt;child isn't squeezing, poking,  or hitting the baby.&lt;BR&gt;3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding  from the children.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Swallowing Coins (my favourite one)&lt;BR&gt;1st  child: when first child swallows a coin, you rush the child to the&lt;BR&gt;hospital  and demand x-rays.&lt;BR&gt;2nd child: when 2nd child swallows a coin, you carefully  watch for coin&lt;BR&gt;to pass.&lt;BR&gt;3rd child: when 3rd child swallows a coin you  deduct it from his&lt;BR&gt;allowance!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-304845627802177363?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/304845627802177363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=304845627802177363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/304845627802177363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/304845627802177363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-3536964007918125632</id><published>2007-10-16T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:47:38.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Blood is Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;A little girl was sitting in her classroom in Australia when her  teacher&lt;BR&gt;walked in and started talking about how proud she is to be an  Australian&lt;BR&gt;and how wonderful it is to be a Wallaby supporter.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The  teacher then asked everyone who supported the Wallabies to put up there&lt;BR&gt;hand.  Every hand in the class besides one went up. This surprised the&lt;BR&gt;teacher and  so she asked the little girl why her hand wasn't up.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well," said the  little girl "because I don't support the Wallabies."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Even more surprised  the teacher asked her who she supported.&amp;nbsp; "I support&lt;BR&gt;the Springboks" she  replied&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now a bit irritated, the teacher asked the little girl why she  supported&lt;BR&gt;the Springboks.&amp;nbsp; "My mom supports the Springboks and my dad  supports the&lt;BR&gt;Springboks, so I support the Springboks."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The teacher  looked at the little girl and with a smirk asked:&amp;nbsp; "Well, if&lt;BR&gt;your mom  was an idiot and your dad was an idiot, what would you be?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The little  girl looked up at her teacher, smiled and replied:&amp;nbsp; "A  Wallaby&lt;BR&gt;supporter."&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-3536964007918125632?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3536964007918125632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=3536964007918125632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3536964007918125632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3536964007918125632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-blood-is-green.html' title='Our Blood is Green'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2990788412956455644</id><published>2007-10-15T14:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:10:43.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old age...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;An elderly  married couple who were childhood sweethearts and had settled&lt;BR&gt;down in their  old neighborhood, are celebrating their fiftieth wedding&lt;BR&gt;anniversary. They  walk down the street to their old school. There, they&lt;BR&gt;hold hands as they find  the old desk they'd shared and where he had carved,&lt;BR&gt;"I love you,  Sally."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On their way back home, an armored car drives by and a bag of  money falls&lt;BR&gt;out of the armored car practically at their feet. Sally quickly  picks it&lt;BR&gt;up, but they don't know what to do with it so they take it  home.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;There, she counts the money, and it's fifty thousand dollars.  The husband&lt;BR&gt;says, "We've got to give it back."&lt;BR&gt;She says, "Finders  keepers." And she puts the money back in the bag and&lt;BR&gt;hides it up in their  attic.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The next day, two FBI men are going door-to-door in the  neighborhood&lt;BR&gt;looking for the money and show up at their home.&lt;BR&gt;They say,  "Pardon me, but did either of you find any money that fell out of&lt;BR&gt;an armored  car yesterday?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She says, "No."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The husband says, "She's  lying. She hid it up in the attic."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She says, "Don't believe him, he's  getting senile."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But the agents sit the man down and begin to question  him. One says, "Tell&lt;BR&gt;us the story from the beginning."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The old man  says "Well, when Sally and I were walking home from  school&lt;BR&gt;yesterday....&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The FBI guy looks at his partner and says, "Let's  get out of here."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2990788412956455644?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2990788412956455644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2990788412956455644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2990788412956455644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2990788412956455644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-age.html' title='Old age...'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8386708317432326088</id><published>2007-10-15T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:10:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Wife: Oh, come  on.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: Leave me alone!&lt;BR&gt;Wife: It won't take long.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: I won't  be able to sleep afterwards.&lt;BR&gt;Wife: I can't sleep without it.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: Why  do you think of things like this in the middle of the&lt;BR&gt;night?&lt;BR&gt;Wife: Because  I'm Hot.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: You get hot at the darnest times.&lt;BR&gt;Wife: If you love me I  wouldn't have to beg you.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: If you love me you'd be more  considerate.&lt;BR&gt;Wife: You don't love me anymore.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: Yes I do, but let's  forget it for tonight.&lt;BR&gt;Wife: (Sob-Sob)&lt;BR&gt;Husband: Alright, I'll do  it.&lt;BR&gt;Wife: What's the matter? Need a flashlight?&lt;BR&gt;Husband: I can't find  it.&lt;BR&gt;Wife: Oh, for heaven's sake, feel for it!&lt;BR&gt;Husband: There! Are you  satisfied?&lt;BR&gt;Wife: Oh, yes, honey.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: Is it up far enough?&lt;BR&gt;Wife:  Oh, oh, yes, that's fine.&lt;BR&gt;Husband: From now on when you want the window open,  do it yourself.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8386708317432326088?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8386708317432326088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8386708317432326088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8386708317432326088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8386708317432326088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-please.html' title='Oh Please'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7287529495975606614</id><published>2007-10-15T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:10:07.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Underestimate The Intelligence Of A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;There was a man who had worked all of his life and had saved all of  his&lt;BR&gt;money and was a real miser when it came to his money.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He loved  money more than just about anything, and just before he died,&lt;BR&gt;he&lt;BR&gt;said to  his wife,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Now listen, When I die, I want you to take all my money and  put it in&lt;BR&gt;the&lt;BR&gt;casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife  with me."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And so he got his wife to promise him with all of her heart  that when he&lt;BR&gt;died, she would put all of the money in the casket with  him.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was  sitting&lt;BR&gt;there in black, and her friend was sitting next to her.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When  they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready&lt;BR&gt;to&lt;BR&gt;close  the casket, the wife said, "Wait just a minute!'&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She had a box with her,  she came over with the box and put it in the&lt;BR&gt;casket.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Then the  undertakers locked the casket down, and they rolled it away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So her  friend said, "Girl, I know you weren't fool enough to put all&lt;BR&gt;that&lt;BR&gt;money  in there with your husband."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She said, "Listen, I'm a Christian, I can't  go back on my word. I&lt;BR&gt;promised&lt;BR&gt;him that I was gonna put that money in that  casket with him."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket  with him!!!!?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I sure did," said the wife. " 'I wrote him a  cheque."&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7287529495975606614?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7287529495975606614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7287529495975606614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7287529495975606614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7287529495975606614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-underestimate-intelligence-of.html' title='Never Underestimate The Intelligence Of A Woman'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5084232507521245406</id><published>2007-10-15T14:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:09:44.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;You know you're  livin in 2003 when...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. You accidentally enter your password on  the microwave.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in  years.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family  of 3.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. You e-mail your mate who works at the desk next to  you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends is that  they do not&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;have e-mail addresses.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;6. When you go home  after a long day at work you still answer the phone in&lt;BR&gt;a business  manner.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;7. When you make phone calls from home, you accidentally  dial "9" to get&lt;BR&gt;an outside line.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;8. You've sat at the same desk  for four years and worked for three&lt;BR&gt;different companies.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;10. You  learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clock news.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;11. Your boss  doesn't have the ability to do your job.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;12. Contractors outnumber  permanent staff and are more likely to get&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;long-service  awards.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;...and the real clinchers are...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;13. You read  this entire list, and kept nodding and smiling.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;14. As you read  this list, you think about forwarding it to your&lt;BR&gt;"friends".&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;15.  You got this e-mail from a friend that never talks to you any  more,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;except to send you jokes from the net.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;16. You  are too busy to notice there was no No. 9.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;17. You actually rolled  back up to check that there wasn't a No.9.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5084232507521245406?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5084232507521245406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5084232507521245406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5084232507521245406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5084232507521245406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/living-in-2003.html' title='Living in 2003'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8712647075119689209</id><published>2007-10-15T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:09:20.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after death</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Do you believe in life after death?" the boss asked one of his  employees.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Certainly not! There's no proof of it."&amp;nbsp; the clerk replied.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Well there is now," the boss said.&amp;nbsp; "After you left early yesterday  to go to your grandmother's funeral, she stopped in to see you."  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8712647075119689209?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8712647075119689209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8712647075119689209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8712647075119689209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8712647075119689209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-after-death.html' title='Life after death'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4273754124965628660</id><published>2007-10-15T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:09:02.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;A man and his son are in a car accident. The father dies on the  scene,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; but&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; the child is rushed to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; When  he arrives the surgeon says,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; "I&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; can't operate on this boy,  he is my son!" How can this be?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  *********************************************&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2.A man is wearing  black. Black shoes, socks, trousers, lumper, gloves &amp;amp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; balaclava.  He is walking down a black street with all the street lamps&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  off.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; A black car is coming towards him with its light off but  somehow manages&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; to&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; stop in time. How did the driver see the  man?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; *********************************************&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3.Why is  it better to have round manhole covers than square ones?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; (This is  logical rather than lateral, but it is a good puzzle that can&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  be&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; solved by lateral thinking techniques. It is supposedly used by a  very&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; well-known software company as an interview question for  prospective&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; employees)&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  ********************************************&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; 4. A man went to a party  and drank some of the punch. He then left&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; early.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; Everyone  else at the party who drank the punch subsequently died of&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; poisoning.  Why did the man not die?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  *********************************************&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; 5. A man walks into  a bar and asks the barman for a glass of water.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; The barman pulls out a  gun and points it at the man. The man says 'Thank&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; you' and walks  out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; (This puzzle claims to be the best of the genre. It is simple  in its&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; statement, absolutely baffling and yet with a completely  satisfying&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; solution. Most people struggle very hard to solve this one  yet they like&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; the answer when they hear it or have the satisfaction of  figuring it&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; out.)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; Scroll down for  answers&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  SOLUTIONS&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1. The surgeon was his  mother.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2. It was day time.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  3. A square manhole cover can be turned and dropped down the diagonal&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  of&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; the manhole. A round manhole cannot be dropped down the manhole. So  for&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; safety and&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; practicality, all manhole covers should be  round.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4. The poison in the punch came from the ice  cubes. When the man drank&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; the punch, the ice was fully frozen.  Gradually it melted, poisoning the&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; punch.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5.  The man had hiccups. The barman recognized this from his speech and&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  drew the gun in order to give him a shock. It worked and cured the&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  hiccups-so the man no longer needed the water&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4273754124965628660?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4273754124965628660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4273754124965628660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4273754124965628660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4273754124965628660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/lateral-thinking.html' title='Lateral Thinking'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7583311992768948368</id><published>2007-10-15T14:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:08:39.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Five Englishmen in an Audi Quattro  arrive at the Italian border. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;The  &amp;nbsp;Italian&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=sans-serif size=3&gt;Customs &amp;nbsp;agent stops them and tells them: "Itsa  illegal to putta fiva &amp;nbsp;people&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;ina&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=sans-serif&gt;Quattro."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;"What do you mean it's  illegal?" asked the &amp;nbsp;Englishmen.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;"Quattro means four"  replies the Italian official.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;"Quattro is &amp;nbsp;just  the name of the automobile," the Englishmen retort&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=sans-serif&gt;disbelievingly. "Look &amp;nbsp;at the papers: this car is&amp;nbsp;  designed to carry 5&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;persons."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;"You can'ta &amp;nbsp;pulla  thata one ona me," replies the Italian customs agent.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;"Quattro  means &amp;nbsp;four. You hava fiva people ina your car and you  are&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=sans-serif&gt;therefore breakin'a the &amp;nbsp;law".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;The  Englishmen replies angrily, "You idiot! Call your supervisor over -  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=sans-serif&gt;want&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;to speak to someone with more  intelligence!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;"Sorry," responds &amp;nbsp;the Italian official,  "he can'ta come. He'sa busy with 2&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;guys&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=sans-serif&gt;in a  &amp;nbsp;Uno.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7583311992768948368?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7583311992768948368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7583311992768948368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7583311992768948368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7583311992768948368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/italian-logic.html' title='Italian Logic'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-376537417830741971</id><published>2007-10-15T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:08:20.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ test</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV class=OutlookMessageHeader dir=ltr align=left&gt;Want to test&amp;nbsp; your  IQ?&amp;nbsp; Try this question: &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;There is a mute (doof-stom persoon) who wants to buy a toothbrush. By  &lt;BR&gt;imitating the action of brushing one's teeth, he successfully expresses  &lt;BR&gt;himself to the Shopkeeper and the purchase is done. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how  &lt;BR&gt;should he express&amp;nbsp; himself? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Think about&amp;nbsp; it first before scrolling down for the answer.  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-376537417830741971?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/376537417830741971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=376537417830741971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/376537417830741971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/376537417830741971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/iq-test.html' title='IQ test'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4533931932497334165</id><published>2007-10-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:08:02.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;History...&lt;BR&gt;Some useless but true facts about England in the  1500's&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; a.. Most people got married in June because they took  their yearly&lt;BR&gt;bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they  were&lt;BR&gt;starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide  the&lt;BR&gt;body odor.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; b.. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with  hot water. The man of&lt;BR&gt;the house had the privilege of the nice clean water,  then all the other&lt;BR&gt;sons and men, then the women and finally the children --  last of all the&lt;BR&gt;babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually  lose someone&lt;BR&gt;in it hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath  water."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; c.. Houses had thatched roofs -- thick straw,  piled high, with no&lt;BR&gt;wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get  warm, so all&lt;BR&gt;the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice rats, and bugs)  lived in&lt;BR&gt;the roof. When it rained it became slippery, and sometimes the  animals&lt;BR&gt;would slip and fall off the roof; hence the saying, "It's raining  cats&lt;BR&gt;and dogs."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; d.. There was nothing to stop things from  falling into the house.&lt;BR&gt;This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs  and other droppings&lt;BR&gt;could really mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed  with big posts&lt;BR&gt;and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's  how&lt;BR&gt;canopy beds came into existence.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; e.. The floor was  dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than&lt;BR&gt;dirt, hence the saying "dirt  poor." The wealthy had slate floors that&lt;BR&gt;would get slippery in the winter  when wet, so they spread thresh - the&lt;BR&gt;straw left over after threshing grain -  on the floor to help keep their&lt;BR&gt;footing. As the winter wore on, they kept  adding more and more thresh&lt;BR&gt;until when you opened the door it would all start  slipping outside. To&lt;BR&gt;prevent this, a piece of wood was placed in the  entranceway hence, a&lt;BR&gt;"thresh hold."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; f.. They cooked in the  kitchen with a big kettle that always hung&lt;BR&gt;over the fire. Every day they lit  the fire and added things to the pot.&lt;BR&gt;They ate mostly vegetables and did not  get much meat. They would eat the&lt;BR&gt;stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the  pot to get cold overnight and&lt;BR&gt;then start over the next day. Sometimes the  stew had food in it that had&lt;BR&gt;been there for quite a while, -- hence the  rhyme, "peas porridge hot,&lt;BR&gt;peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine  days old."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; g.. Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made  them feel quite&lt;BR&gt;special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their  bacon to show&lt;BR&gt;off. It was a sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the  bacon."&lt;BR&gt;They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all  sit&lt;BR&gt;around and "chew the fat."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; h.. Those with money had  plates made of pewter. Food with a high acid&lt;BR&gt;content caused some of the lead  to leach onto the food, causing lead&lt;BR&gt;poisoning and death. This happened most  often with tomatoes, so for the&lt;BR&gt;next 400 years or so, tomatoes were  considered poisonous.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; i.. Most people did not have pewter  plates, but had trenchers - a&lt;BR&gt;piece of wood with the middle scooped out like  a bowl. Often trenchers&lt;BR&gt;were made from stale pays and bread which was so old  and hard that they&lt;BR&gt;could use them for quite some time. Trenchers were never  washed and a&lt;BR&gt;lot of times worms and mold got into the wood and old bread.  After&lt;BR&gt;eating off wormy, moldy trenchers, one would get "trench  mouth."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; j.. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got  the burnt&lt;BR&gt;bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the  top,&lt;BR&gt;the "upper crust."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; k.. Lead cups were used to drink  ale or whiskey. The combination&lt;BR&gt;would sometimes knock them out for a couple  of days. Someone walking&lt;BR&gt;along the road would take them for dead and prepare  them for burial.&lt;BR&gt;They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days  and the&lt;BR&gt;family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if  they&lt;BR&gt;would wake up -- hence, the custom of holding a  "wake."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; l.. England is old and small and they started running  out of places&lt;BR&gt;to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the  bones to&lt;BR&gt;a "bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins,  one&lt;BR&gt;out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside  and&lt;BR&gt;they realized they had been burying people alive. So they thought  they&lt;BR&gt;would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through  the&lt;BR&gt;coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone  would&lt;BR&gt;have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the "graveyard shift")  to&lt;BR&gt;listen for the bell; thus, someone could be "saved by the bell" or  was&lt;BR&gt;considered a "dead ringer."&lt;BR&gt;And that's the truth.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who said that  History was boring?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4533931932497334165?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4533931932497334165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4533931932497334165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4533931932497334165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4533931932497334165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting.html' title='Interesting!'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8688013049446075325</id><published>2007-10-15T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:07:38.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to put in that little bit extra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;From a  strictly&amp;nbsp; mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:&amp;nbsp; What Makes  100%?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ever wonder  about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have all  been to those meetings where someone wants you to&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;give  over&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;100%.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;How about achieving&amp;nbsp; 103%?&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's a  little mathematical formula! that might help you  answer&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;these&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;questions:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;What makes up 100% in&amp;nbsp;  life?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ....................&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A B C D  E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;are represented  as:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24  25  26.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11  =&amp;nbsp;  98%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5  =&amp;nbsp;  96%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  But,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1+20+20+9+20+21+4 5 =&amp;nbsp;  100%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;21+12+12+19+8+9+20 =&amp;nbsp;  103%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;AND, look how far 'ass kissing' will take  you.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 =&amp;nbsp;  118%&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty&amp;nbsp;  that:&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;While Hard work and knowledge will get you  close,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;And,&amp;nbsp; Attitude will get you there,&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bullsh1t and  Ass kissing will put you over the top !&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8688013049446075325?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8688013049446075325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8688013049446075325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8688013049446075325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8688013049446075325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-put-in-that-little-bit-extra.html' title='How to put in that little bit extra...'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4737690288013496783</id><published>2007-10-15T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:07:09.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help me please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Hi&amp;nbsp; there, how are you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whassup!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Anyway&amp;nbsp; I  got&amp;nbsp;a big favour to ask of you,please it's&amp;nbsp; really important  and&lt;BR&gt;extremely urgent.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Could&amp;nbsp; u fax/e-mail me Ur photo very, very  urgently?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mind u -&amp;nbsp; it's really very urgent, damn serious and  very&amp;nbsp; important.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We playing cards and we've misplaced the  JOKER.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4737690288013496783?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4737690288013496783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4737690288013496783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4737690288013496783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4737690288013496783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/help-me-please.html' title='help me please!'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4693305496917661539</id><published>2007-10-15T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:06:51.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Happiest fairy tail ever.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Man asks woman to marry  him, woman says no.&lt;BR&gt;Man lives happily ever after.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4693305496917661539?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4693305496917661539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4693305496917661539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4693305496917661539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4693305496917661539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4825614360469574943</id><published>2007-10-15T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:06:15.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark in here</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;A housewife  takes a lover during the day, while her husband is at work.&lt;BR&gt;Unbeknownst to  her, her 9 year old son was hiding in the closet. Her&lt;BR&gt;husband came home  unexpectedly, so she hid her lover in the closet. The&lt;BR&gt;boy now has  company.&lt;BR&gt;Boy: "Dark in here."&lt;BR&gt;Man: "Yes it is."&lt;BR&gt;Boy: "I have a cricket  ball."&lt;BR&gt;Man: "That's nice."&lt;BR&gt;Boy: "Want to buy it?"&lt;BR&gt;Man: "No,  thanks."&lt;BR&gt;Boy: "My dad's outside."&lt;BR&gt;Man: "OK, how much?"&lt;BR&gt;Boy:  "£250."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the  mom's lover&lt;BR&gt;are in the closet together.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Boy: "Dark in here."&lt;BR&gt;Man:  "Yes, it is."&lt;BR&gt;Boy: "I have a cricket bat.."&lt;BR&gt;Man: "How much?"&lt;BR&gt;Boy:  "£750."&lt;BR&gt;Man: "Fine."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A few days later, the father says to the boy,  "Grab your bat and ball.&lt;BR&gt;Let's go outside and play some cricket." The boy  says, "I can't. I sold&lt;BR&gt;them." The father asks, "How much did you sell them  for?" The son says,&lt;BR&gt;"£1,000." The father says, "That's terrible to overcharge  your friends&lt;BR&gt;like that. That is way more than those two things cost. I'm  going to&lt;BR&gt;take you to church and make you confess."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;They go to church  and the father alerts the priest, and makes the little&lt;BR&gt;boy sit in the  confession booth and closes the door.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The boy says, "Dark in  here."&lt;BR&gt;The priest says, "Don't start that sh*t  again!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4825614360469574943?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4825614360469574943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4825614360469574943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4825614360469574943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4825614360469574943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/dark-in-here.html' title='Dark in here'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-6924949011916193395</id><published>2007-10-15T14:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:05:51.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Court Ruling</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;A seven year old boy was at  the centre of a courtroom drama last week &lt;BR&gt;when he challenged a court ruling  over who should have custody of the &lt;BR&gt;boy. The boy has a history of being  beaten by his parents and the judge &lt;BR&gt;awarded custody to his aunt. The boy  confirmed that his aunt beat him &lt;BR&gt;more than his parents and refused to live  there. When the judge &lt;BR&gt;suggested that he live with his grandparents the boy  cried out that they &lt;BR&gt;beat him more than anyone. The judge dramatically  allowed the boy to &lt;BR&gt;choose &lt;BR&gt;who should have custody of him. Custody was  granted to the Springbok &lt;BR&gt;rugby team this morning &lt;BR&gt;as the boy firmly  believes that they are not capable of beating  anyone.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-6924949011916193395?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6924949011916193395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=6924949011916193395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6924949011916193395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6924949011916193395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/court-ruling.html' title='Court Ruling'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2159748833035375938</id><published>2007-10-15T14:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:05:36.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confucius says</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Man who wants  pretty nurse, must be patient. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;Butcher who back into meat grinder get a little behind in his work.  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Man who run in front of car get tyred  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;He who run behind bus get exhausted.  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Man who leap off cliff jump to conclusion..  &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Man who walk thru airport turnstile sideways going to  Bangkok. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Man who eat many prunes get good  run for money. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Wife who put husband in  doghouse soon find him in cathouse. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Man who  fight with wife all day, get no piece at night! &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say...  &lt;BR&gt;Man who stand on toilet is high on pot! &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say...  &lt;BR&gt;Girl who lives in glass house should change in basement. &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Man who farts in church sits in own pew.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Confucius say... &lt;BR&gt;Chemist who fall in acid get absorbed in work.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Confucius say... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial&gt;Girl how make love on tomb may soon become mummy.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Confucius say... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Man who eat cookies in bed, will wake up feeling crumby.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Confucius say... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Man who fall in vat of molten glass make spectacle of  self. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Confucius say... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Man who get hit by car, get that run down feeling.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Confucius say... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Man who has woman on ground has piece on earth!  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Confucius say...Man who sit  on hot stove will rise again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2159748833035375938?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2159748833035375938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2159748833035375938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2159748833035375938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2159748833035375938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/confucius-says.html' title='Confucius says'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2203826752084735197</id><published>2007-10-15T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:04:58.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brain pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;A drunk was sitting in a bar looking at three small brown pellets in  his&lt;BR&gt;hand.&lt;BR&gt;The bartender asked what they were, and the drunk replied "They  are brain&lt;BR&gt;pills...they make you smart."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The bartender says  excitedly, "Give me one." He snatches one from the drunks&lt;BR&gt;hand, and gulps it  quickly down with water. In a few minutes he comes back&lt;BR&gt;over to the drunk and  says he doesn't feel any smarter.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"You probably didn't take enough."  So the bartender quickly gulps down&lt;BR&gt;another&lt;BR&gt;one.&lt;BR&gt;Half an hour later the  bartender asks for a third pill. This one he looks at&lt;BR&gt;with more care. He  sniffs it, and tastes it slowly. "Why, this is nothing&lt;BR&gt;but&lt;BR&gt;sheep  manure!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"See," says the drunk, "you're getting smarter  already."&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2203826752084735197?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2203826752084735197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2203826752084735197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2203826752084735197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2203826752084735197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/brain-pills.html' title='brain pills'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5866207150334529983</id><published>2007-10-15T14:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:04:42.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;A lady walks into a Car dealership. She browses around,then spots  the&lt;BR&gt;perfect car - a BMW 320d and walks over to inspect it. As she bends to  feel&lt;BR&gt;the fine leather upholstery, a loud fart escapes her. Very embarrassed,  she&lt;BR&gt;looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little accident  and&lt;BR&gt;hopes a sales person doesn't pop up right now. As she turns around,  there&lt;BR&gt;standing next to her is a salesman.&amp;nbsp; "Good day, Madame. How may we  help you&lt;BR&gt;today?"&amp;nbsp; Very uncomfortably she asks, "Sir, what is the price  of this lovely&lt;BR&gt;vehicle?"&amp;nbsp; He answers, "Madame, if you farted just  touching it, you are&lt;BR&gt;going to kak when you hear the  price!"&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5866207150334529983?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5866207150334529983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5866207150334529983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5866207150334529983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5866207150334529983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/bmw.html' title='BMW'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5786613973816101701</id><published>2007-10-15T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:04:31.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blonde horseback riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she  has had no&lt;BR&gt;lessons or prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted and  the&lt;BR&gt;horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a  steady&lt;BR&gt;rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the  saddle.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In terror she grabs the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a  firm&lt;BR&gt;grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but  she&lt;BR&gt;slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops  along,&lt;BR&gt;seemingly impervious to its slipping rider.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Finally, she gives  up her frail grasp and attempts to leap away from the&lt;BR&gt;horse and throw herself  to safety. Unfortunately, her foot has become&lt;BR&gt;entangled in the stirrup, she  is now at the mercy of the horse's&lt;BR&gt;pounding hooves as her head is struck  against the ground over and over.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As her head is battered against the  ground, she is mere moments away&lt;BR&gt;from unconsciousness when to her great  fortune..... Shadrack, the Pick&lt;BR&gt;'n Pay security guard sees her, leans over,  and unplugs the horse.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5786613973816101701?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5786613973816101701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5786613973816101701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5786613973816101701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5786613973816101701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/blonde-horseback-riding.html' title='blonde horseback riding'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4189287590957894419</id><published>2007-10-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:04:06.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE CAREFULL WHERE YOU START YOUR CONVERSATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying:  "Hi, how are you?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm not the type to start a conversation in the men's restrooms at a rest  stop but,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I don't know what got into me. I answered, somewhat embarrassedly: "Doin'  just fine!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And the other guy says: "So, what are you up to?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;What kind of question is that? At that point, I'm thinking that this is way  too bizarre so&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I say, "Uhhh... I'm like you, just traveling east!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear  another question.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Can I come over to your place after while?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ok, this question is just wacky, but I figured I could just be polite and end  the conversation.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I tell him, "Well, I have company over, so today is a bad day for me!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Then I hear the guy say nervously... "LISTEN!!! I'll have to call you  back,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;there's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions,  bye!"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4189287590957894419?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4189287590957894419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4189287590957894419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4189287590957894419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4189287590957894419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/be-carefull-where-you-start-your.html' title='BE CAREFULL WHERE YOU START YOUR CONVERSATIONS'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7498229335562548019</id><published>2007-10-15T14:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:03:48.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthrax scare in Auz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;Springbok rugby  practice was delayed nearly two hours today after a =&lt;BR&gt;player reported finding  an unknown white powdery substance on the =&lt;BR&gt;practice field. Head coach  Strauli immediately suspended practice while&lt;BR&gt;=&lt;BR&gt;police and federal  investigators were called to investigate. After a =&lt;BR&gt;complete analysis,  Scotland Yard forensic experts determined that the =&lt;BR&gt;white substance unknown  to players was the try line. Practice was =&lt;BR&gt;resumed after special agents  decided the team was unlikely to encounter&lt;BR&gt;=&lt;BR&gt;the substance again.  (SAPA)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7498229335562548019?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7498229335562548019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7498229335562548019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7498229335562548019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7498229335562548019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/anthrax-scare-in-auz.html' title='Anthrax scare in Auz...'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-8859929177189645899</id><published>2007-10-15T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:03:30.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;Albert Einstein arrives at a party and introduces himself to the  first&lt;BR&gt;person he sees and asks,&lt;BR&gt;"What is your IQ?" to which the man answers  "241."&lt;BR&gt;"That is wonderful!," says Albert. "We will talk about the  Grand&lt;BR&gt;Unification&lt;BR&gt;Theory and the mysteries of the Universe. We will have  much to discuss!"&lt;BR&gt;Next Albert introduces himself to a woman and asks, "What  is your IQ?"&lt;BR&gt;To which the lady answers, "144."&lt;BR&gt;"That is great!," responds  Albert. "We can discuss politics and current&lt;BR&gt;affairs. We will have much to  discuss!"&lt;BR&gt;Albert goes to another person and asks, "What is your IQ?" to which  the&lt;BR&gt;man&lt;BR&gt;answers, "51."&lt;BR&gt;Albert responds, "Hoe gaan dit met die Bulle"  ?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-8859929177189645899?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8859929177189645899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=8859929177189645899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8859929177189645899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/8859929177189645899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/albert.html' title='Albert'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5436122273682594461</id><published>2007-10-15T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:03:13.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dinner Conversation That Went Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;A Dinner Conversation That Went Wrong&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WIFE: "What would you do if  I died? Would you get married again?"&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WIFE:  "Why not - don't you like being married?"&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I  do."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, I'd get  married again."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WIFE: "You would? (with a hurtful look on her  face)."&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with  her in our bed?"&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WIFE: "Would  you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper  thing to do."=20&lt;BR&gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's  left-handed."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;WIFE: - - - silence - - -&lt;BR&gt;HUSBAND:  "Sh!t."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5436122273682594461?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5436122273682594461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5436122273682594461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5436122273682594461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5436122273682594461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/dinner-conversation-that-went-wrong.html' title='A Dinner Conversation That Went Wrong'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4488700892556560491</id><published>2007-10-12T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:02:59.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Statue of Athena Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;During a museum tour, the guide explains, &amp;#8220;Here you can see the beautiful  statue of Athena&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;#8220;Excuse me, madam,&amp;#8221; the old professor interjects. &amp;#8220;Who is  that man behind her? Is he her husband?&amp;#8221;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;#8220;No, Athena wasn&amp;#8217;t married,&amp;#8221; said  the tour guide. &amp;#8220;She was the goddess of wisdom.&amp;#8221;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4488700892556560491?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4488700892556560491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4488700892556560491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4488700892556560491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4488700892556560491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/statue-of-athena-joke.html' title='Statue of Athena Joke'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-701761598965801223</id><published>2007-10-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:01:46.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mailbox Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;A man was in his front yard mowing grass when an attractive blonde neighbor  came out of her house and went straight to her mailbox. She opened it, then  slammed it shut, and stormed back in her house. A little later, she came out of  her house again, went to the mailbox, opened it and slammed it shut again.  Angered, she again stormed back in her house.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, she came out yet again. She  marched to the mailbox, opened it, and then slammed it shut harder than  ever.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Puzzled by her actions, the man asked, &amp;#8220;Is something wrong?&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;There certainly  is! My stupid computer keeps giving me a message saying &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;ve Got  Mail.&amp;#8221;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-701761598965801223?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/701761598965801223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=701761598965801223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/701761598965801223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/701761598965801223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/mailbox-joke.html' title='The mailbox Joke'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-674008382751778397</id><published>2007-10-12T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:00:09.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Curse Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;A businessman boarded a plane to find, sitting next to him, an elegant  woman wearing the largest, most stunning diamond ring he had ever seen.&lt;BR&gt;He  asked her about it.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;#8220;This is the Klopman diamond,&amp;#8221; she said.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;#8220;It is  beautiful, but there is a terrible curse that goes with it.&amp;#8221;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;s the  curse?&amp;#8221; the man asked.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;#8220;Mr. Klopman.&amp;#8221;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-674008382751778397?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/674008382751778397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=674008382751778397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/674008382751778397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/674008382751778397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/terrible-curse-joke.html' title='Terrible Curse Joke'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5938886530627281389</id><published>2007-10-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:57:15.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0 to 200 in 6 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Bob was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife  was&lt;BR&gt;really pissed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a  gift in the&lt;BR&gt;driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE  THERE !!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his  wife woke&lt;BR&gt;up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a  box&lt;BR&gt;gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Confused, the wife put  on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought&lt;BR&gt;the box back in the  house.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bob has  been missing since Friday.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5938886530627281389?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5938886530627281389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5938886530627281389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5938886530627281389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5938886530627281389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/0-to-200-in-6-seconds.html' title='0 to 200 in 6 seconds'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7661087747613737920</id><published>2007-10-10T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:39:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal &amp; Insect Pool Party</title><content type='html'>Animal &amp;amp; Insect Pool Party&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a hot summers day, the animal &amp;amp; insect community came together and&lt;br&gt;decided to have a pool party.  Everything was going fine, until all of a&lt;br&gt;sudden Ant (seeming very&lt;br&gt;upset) started marching up and down along the pool.&lt;p&gt;Eventually he stopped, pointed at hippo and demanded &amp;quot;Hippo! Get out of the&lt;br&gt;pool!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Hippo, stunned by the anger in Ant&amp;#39;s voice, got out of the pool.  Ant looked&lt;br&gt;at hippo and said &amp;quot;Get back into the pool&amp;quot;.  Hippo did this, not sure how to&lt;br&gt;react.&lt;p&gt;Ant turned and walked on, only to stop and pointing at Rhinoceros demanded&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Rhino!&lt;br&gt;Get out of the pool!&amp;quot;  Rhino did what Ant demanded and once out, Ant looked&lt;br&gt;at him and said &amp;quot;Get back into the pool&amp;quot;.  Rhinoceros did this, looking&lt;br&gt;confused.&lt;p&gt;Ant turned and walked on, only to stop once more, but this time in front of&lt;br&gt;Elephant.  He pointed at Elephant and demanded in an extremely angry tone&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Elephant!&lt;br&gt;Get out of the&lt;br&gt;pool!&amp;quot;  Elephant looked at Ant and got out.  Ant glared at him and said &amp;quot;Get&lt;br&gt;back into the pool&amp;quot;.  Elephant did this and looked at Fish, shrugging his&lt;br&gt;shoulders.&lt;p&gt;Fish went over to Ant and asked &amp;quot;Ant, whay are you so upset?&amp;quot;  Ant, totally&lt;br&gt;angry, put his hands on his hips and said, &amp;quot;Somebody stole my speedo !!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7661087747613737920?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7661087747613737920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7661087747613737920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7661087747613737920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7661087747613737920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/animal-insect-pool-party.html' title='Animal &amp; Insect Pool Party'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-856757224678583778</id><published>2007-10-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:38:39.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Tickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;Superbowl  Tickets&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;A guy named Bob  receives a free ticket to the Superbowl from his&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"  size=2&gt;company.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;Unfortunately,  when Bob arrives at the stadium he realizes the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;seat is in the  last row in the corner of the stadium -- he is&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;closer to the  Goodyear Blimp than the field.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;About halfway  through the first quarter, Bob notices an empty&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;seat 10 rows off  the field right on the 50 yard line. He decides&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;to take a chance  and makes his way through the stadium and around&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;the security  guards to the empty seat.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;As he sits down,  he asks the gentleman sitting next to him,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;"Excuse me, is  anyone sitting here?" The man says no.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;Now, very excited  to be in such a great seat for the game, Bob&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;again inquires of  the man next to him, "This is incredible! Who&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;in their right  mind would have a seat like this at the Superbowl&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;and not use  it?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;The man replies,  "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me, I was&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;supposed to come  with my wife, but she passed away. This is the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;first Superbowl  we haven't been to together since we got married&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;in  1967."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;"Well, that's  really sad," says Bob, "but still, couldn't you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;find someone to  take the seat? A relative or a close friend?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;"No," the man  replies, "they're all at the funeral."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  lang=en-us&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=en-us&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-856757224678583778?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/856757224678583778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=856757224678583778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/856757224678583778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/856757224678583778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/superbowl-tickets.html' title='Superbowl Tickets'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-6412954967420568619</id><published>2007-10-10T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:37:48.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP TEN HE SAID SHE SAID...!!</title><content type='html'>1) He said... I don&amp;#39;t know why you wear a bra; you&amp;#39;ve got nothing to put in&lt;br&gt;it. &lt;br&gt;She said...You wear pants, don&amp;#39;t you? &lt;p&gt;2) She said...What do you mean by coming home half drunk? &lt;br&gt;He said... It&amp;#39;s not my fault...I ran out of money. &lt;p&gt;3) He said... Since I first laid eyes on you, I&amp;#39;ve wanted to make love to&lt;br&gt;you really badly. &lt;br&gt;She said...Well, you succeeded. &lt;p&gt;4) He said... &amp;#39;Two inches more, and I would be king&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;She said...&amp;#39;Two inches less, and you&amp;#39;d be queen&amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;5) On wall in ladies room: &amp;quot;My husband follows me everywhere..&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;Written just below it: &amp;quot;I do not.&amp;quot; &lt;p&gt;6) He said... &amp;quot;Shall we try swapping positions tonight?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;She said...&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a good idea.... you stand by the ironing board while I&lt;br&gt;sit on the sofa and fart. &amp;quot; &lt;p&gt;7) Priest... &amp;#39;I don&amp;#39;t think you will ever find another man like your late&lt;br&gt;husband.&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;She said...&amp;#39;Who&amp;#39;s gonna look?&amp;#39; &lt;p&gt;8) He said... What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave&lt;p&gt;you? &lt;br&gt;She said...Turn sideways and look in the mirror you fat bastard. &lt;p&gt;9) He said... Let&amp;#39;s go out and have some fun tonight. &lt;br&gt;She said...Okay, but if you get home before I do, leave the hall light on. &lt;p&gt;10) He said... Why don&amp;#39;t you tell me when you have an orgasm? &lt;br&gt;She said...I would, but you&amp;#39;re never there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-6412954967420568619?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6412954967420568619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=6412954967420568619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6412954967420568619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6412954967420568619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/top-ten-he-said-she-said.html' title='TOP TEN HE SAID SHE SAID...!!'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4435947470996625881</id><published>2007-10-10T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:34:30.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's answers to science questions</title><content type='html'>Although we&amp;#39;re used to kids&amp;#39; answers to straight questions, these are quite&lt;br&gt;amusing.&lt;p&gt;Children&amp;#39;s answers to science questions&lt;p&gt;Q: Name the four seasons.&lt;br&gt;A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.&lt;p&gt;Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.&lt;br&gt;A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants&lt;br&gt;like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.&lt;p&gt;Q: How is dew formed?&lt;br&gt;A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.&lt;p&gt;Q: How can you delay milk turning sour?&lt;br&gt;A: Keep it in the cow.&lt;p&gt;Q: What causes the tides in the oceans?&lt;br&gt;A: The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to&lt;br&gt;flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature&lt;br&gt;hates a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.&lt;p&gt;Q: What are steroids?&lt;br&gt;A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.&lt;p&gt;Q: What happens to your body as you age?&lt;br&gt;A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get Intercontinental.&lt;p&gt;Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?&lt;br&gt; A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.&lt;p&gt;Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.&lt;br&gt;A: Premature death.&lt;p&gt;Q: What is artificial insemination?&lt;br&gt;A: When the farmer does it to the bull instead of the cow.&lt;p&gt;Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized? (e.g., abdomen.)&lt;br&gt;A: The body is consisted into three parts - the brainium, the borax and the&lt;br&gt;abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the&lt;br&gt;heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels, A, E, I,&lt;br&gt;O and U.&lt;p&gt;Q: What is the fibula?&lt;br&gt;A: A small lie.&lt;p&gt;Q: What does &amp;quot;varicose&amp;quot; mean?&lt;br&gt;A: Nearby.&lt;p&gt;Q: Give the meaning of the term &amp;quot;Caesarean Section&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;A: The Caesarean Section is a district in Rome.&lt;p&gt;Q: What does the word &amp;quot;benign&amp;quot; mean?&lt;br&gt;A: Benign is what you will be after you be eight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4435947470996625881?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4435947470996625881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4435947470996625881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4435947470996625881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4435947470996625881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/childrens-answers-to-science-questions.html' title='Children&apos;s answers to science questions'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-3976419173863577003</id><published>2007-10-09T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:03:14.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorder in the Court</title><content type='html'>From:     These are from a book called &amp;quot;Disorder in the Court.&amp;quot;  These are&lt;br&gt;     things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now&lt;br&gt;published by court reporters - who had the torment of staying calm while&lt;br&gt;these exchanges were actually taking place.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: What is your date of birth?&lt;br&gt;A: July fifteenth.&lt;br&gt;Q: What year?&lt;br&gt;A: Every year&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: What gear were you in at moment of the impact?&lt;br&gt;A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?&lt;br&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br&gt;Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?&lt;br&gt;A: I forget.&lt;br&gt;Q: You forget. Can you give us an example of something you&amp;#39;ve forgotten?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: How old is your son, the one living with you.&lt;br&gt;A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can&amp;#39;t remember which.&lt;br&gt;Q: How long has he lived with you?&lt;br&gt;A: Forty-five years.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that&lt;br&gt;morning?&lt;br&gt;A: He said, &amp;quot;Where am I, Cathy?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Q: And why did that upset you?&lt;br&gt;A: My name is Susan.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: And where was the location of the accident?&lt;br&gt;A: Approximately milepost 499.&lt;br&gt;Q: And where is milepost 499?&lt;br&gt;A: Probably between milepost 498 and 500.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Sir, what is your IQ?&lt;br&gt;A: Well, I can see pretty well, I think.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Did you blow your horn or anything?&lt;br&gt;A: After the accident?&lt;br&gt;Q: Before the accident.&lt;br&gt;A: Sure, I played for 10 years. I even went to school for it.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights&lt;br&gt;flashing?&lt;br&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br&gt;Q: Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?&lt;br&gt;A: Yes, sir.&lt;br&gt;Q: What did she say?&lt;br&gt;A: What disco am I at?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Now doctor, isn&amp;#39;t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he&lt;br&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t know about it until the next morning?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: The youngest son, the 20-year old, how old is he?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?&lt;br&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br&gt;Q: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;p&gt;- - -  - -  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: She had three children, right?&lt;br&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br&gt;Q: How many were boys?&lt;br&gt;A: None.&lt;br&gt;Q: Were there any girls?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: You say the stairs went down to the basement?&lt;br&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br&gt;Q: And these stairs, did they go up also?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;br&gt;A: By death.&lt;br&gt;Q: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Can you describe the individual?&lt;br&gt;A: He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;br&gt;Q: Was this a male or a female?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice that&lt;br&gt;I sent to your attorney?&lt;br&gt;A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?&lt;br&gt;A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?&lt;br&gt;A: Oral.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;br&gt;A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;br&gt;Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?&lt;br&gt;A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?&lt;br&gt;A: No.&lt;br&gt;Q: Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;br&gt;A: No.&lt;br&gt;Q: Did you check for breathing?&lt;br&gt;A: No.&lt;br&gt;Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the&lt;br&gt;autopsy?&lt;br&gt;A: No.&lt;br&gt;Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;br&gt;A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.&lt;br&gt;Q: But could the patient have still been alive never the less?  A: Yes, it&lt;br&gt;is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;p&gt;Judge: &amp;quot;Well Sir, I have reviewed this case and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your&lt;br&gt;wife $775 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Husband: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s fair, your honour. I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks&lt;br&gt;myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-3976419173863577003?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3976419173863577003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=3976419173863577003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3976419173863577003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/3976419173863577003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/disorder-in-court.html' title='Disorder in the Court'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7364509984789419401</id><published>2007-10-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:37:22.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Male Bashing?</title><content type='html'>FOR MEN TIRED OF RECEIVING MALE-BASHING JOKES&lt;p&gt;How many men does it take to open a beer?&lt;br&gt;None. It should be opened by the time she brings it.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?&lt;br&gt;Because a woman who can&amp;#39;t even afford a washing machine will &lt;br&gt;probably never be able to support you.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why do women have smaller feet than men?&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s one of those &amp;quot;evolutionary things&amp;quot; that allows them to stand &lt;br&gt;closer to the kitchen sink.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why do men break wind more than women?&lt;br&gt;Because women can&amp;#39;t shut up long enough to build up the required &lt;br&gt;pressure.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling &lt;br&gt;at the front door, who do you let in first?&lt;br&gt;The dog, of course. He&amp;#39;ll shut up once you let him in.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?&lt;br&gt;A woman who won&amp;#39;t do what she&amp;#39;s told.&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;I married Miss Right. I just didn&amp;#39;t know her first name was &lt;br&gt;Always.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t spoken to my wife for 18 months: I don&amp;#39;t like to &lt;br&gt;interrupt her.&lt;br&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman&amp;#39;s sex &lt;br&gt;drive by 90%. It&amp;#39;s called a Wedding Cake.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Marriage is a 3-ring circus: Engagement Ring, Wedding Ring, &lt;br&gt;Suffering.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Our last fight was my fault: My wife asked me &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s on the TV?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I said, &amp;quot;Dust!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In the beginning, God created the earth and rested.&lt;br&gt;Then God&lt;br&gt;created Man and rested. Then God created Woman.&lt;br&gt;Since then, neither God&lt;br&gt;nor&lt;br&gt;Man has rested.&lt;br&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why do men die before their wives? They want to.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A beggar walked up to a well-dressed woman shopping on Rodeo Drive &lt;br&gt;and said, &amp;quot;I haven&amp;#39;t eaten anything for days.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;She looked at him and said, &amp;quot;God, I wish I had your willpower.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Young Son: &amp;quot;Is it true, Dad, I heard that in some parts of Africa &lt;br&gt;a man doesn&amp;#39;t know his wife until he marries her?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Dad: That happens in every country, son.&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classified:&lt;br&gt;Wife Wanted.&amp;quot; The next day he received a hundred letters. They all &lt;br&gt;said the same thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife&amp;#39;s birthday is to &lt;br&gt;forget it once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7364509984789419401?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7364509984789419401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7364509984789419401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7364509984789419401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7364509984789419401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/tired-of-male-bashing.html' title='Tired of Male Bashing?'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4048143394781711153</id><published>2007-10-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:34:07.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MAKE ME....</title><content type='html'>As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to &lt;br&gt;grab you and squeeze you, because I can&amp;#39;t forget last night.  You came &lt;br&gt;to me unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened &lt;br&gt;in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me.  You appeared from &lt;br&gt;nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations, you laid on my &lt;br&gt;naked body...you sensed my indifference, so you started to bite my &lt;br&gt;body without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me crazy while &lt;br&gt;you sucked me dry.&lt;p&gt;Finally I went to sleep.  Today when I woke up, you were gone, I &lt;br&gt;searched for you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to last &lt;br&gt;night&amp;#39;s events.  My body still shows your marks, making it harder to &lt;br&gt;forget you.&lt;p&gt;tonight I will remain awake waiting for you...  as soon you appear I &lt;br&gt;will quickly grab you and won&amp;#39;t let you go, will hold you with all my &lt;br&gt;strength so you won&amp;#39;t disappear.  Won&amp;#39;t rest until l squeeze your &lt;br&gt;blood out.....  you f# mosquito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4048143394781711153?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4048143394781711153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4048143394781711153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4048143394781711153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4048143394781711153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-make-me.html' title='YOU MAKE ME....'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-5048622624407648231</id><published>2007-10-09T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:32:26.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Canadian Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;Two Canadian guys, Mike and Rob were on the roof, laying tile, when a sudden gust of wind came and knocked down their ladder. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;I have an idea,&amp;quot; said Mike. &amp;quot;We'll throw you down, and then you can pick up the ladder.&amp;quot; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;What, do you think I'm stupid? I have an idea. I'll shine my flashlight, and you can climb down on the beam of light.&amp;quot; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;What, do you think I'm stupid? You'll just turn off the flashlight when I'm halfway there.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-5048622624407648231?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5048622624407648231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=5048622624407648231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5048622624407648231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/5048622624407648231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-canadian-guys.html' title='2 Canadian Guys'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-805194211655377168</id><published>2007-10-09T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:31:58.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter:</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;The Letter:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;$chool i$ really great. I am making lot$ of friend$ and&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;$tudying very hard. I $imply can''t think of anything I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;need, $o ju$t $end me a card, a$ I would love to hear&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;from you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;Love, Your $on&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;The Reply:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;Dear Son,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;I kNOw that astroNOmy, ecoNOmics, and oceaNOgraphy are&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;eNOugh to keep even an hoNOr student busy. Do NOt forget&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;that the pursuit of kNOwledge is a NOble task, and you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;can never study eNOugh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="verdana"&gt;Love, Dad&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-805194211655377168?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/805194211655377168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=805194211655377168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/805194211655377168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/805194211655377168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/letter.html' title='The Letter:'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7171701345355275695</id><published>2007-10-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:31:36.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Teachers go grey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Why Teachers go grey...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: Here it is!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;CLASS: George!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Willy, name one important thing we have today that we didn''t have 10&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;years ago.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WILLY: Me!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SUBSTITUTE TEACHER: Are you chewing gum?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: No, I''m Billy Anderson.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Alfred, how can one person make so many stupid mistakes in one day?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: I get up early.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Didn''t you promise to behave?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: Yes, Sir.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: And didn''t I promise to punish you if you didn''t?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: Yes Sir, but since I broke my promise, I don''t expect you to keep&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;yours.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Tommy, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: Well, I''m a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAROLD: Teacher, would you punish me for something I didn''t do?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Of course not.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAROLD: Good, because I didn''t do my homework.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Why are you late?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WEBSTER: Because of the sign.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: What sign?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: The one that says, &amp;quot;School Ahead, Slow Children crossing.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: I hope I didn''t see you looking at Don''s paper.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;JOHN: I hope you didn''t either.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GARY: I don''t think I deserve a zero on this test.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: I agree, but it''s the lowest mark I can give you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MOTHER: Why did you get such a low mark on that test?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;JUNIOR: Because of absence.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MOTHER: You mean you were absent on the day of the test?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;JUNIOR: No, but the kid who sits next to me was.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SYLVIA: Dad, can you write in the dark?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FATHER: I think so. What do you want me to write?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SYLVIA: Your name on this report card.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Well, at least there''s one thing I can say about your son.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;FATHER: What''s that?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: With grades like these, he couldn''t be cheating.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: In this box, I have a 10-foot snake.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SAMMY: You can''t fool me, teacher....snakes don''t have feet!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;HYGIENE TEACHER: How can you prevent diseases caused by biting insects?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;STUDENT: Don''t bite any.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Ellen, give me a sentence starting with &amp;quot;I&amp;quot;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ELLEN: I is....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: No, Ellen, Always say &amp;quot;I am.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ELLEN: All right... &amp;quot;I am the ninth letter of the alphabet&amp;quot;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: Max, use &amp;quot;defeat&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;defense&amp;quot;, and &amp;quot;detail&amp;quot; in a sentence.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MAX: The rabbit cut across the field, and defeat went over defense before&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;detail.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MOTHER: Why on earth did you swallow the money I gave you?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;JUNIOR: You said it was my lunch money.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: If you received $10 from 10 people, what would you get?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SASHA: A new bike.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: If you had one dollar and you asked your father for another, how many&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dollars would you have?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;VINCENT: One dollar.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: (sadly) You don''t know your arithmetic.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;VINCENT: (sadly) You don''t know my father.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TEACHER: If I had seven oranges in one hand and eight oranges in the other,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;what would I have?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;CLASS COMEDIAN: Big hands!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BOY: Isn''t the principal a dummy!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GIRL: Say, do you know who I am?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BOY: No.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GIRL: I''m the principal''s daughter.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BOY: And do you know who I am?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GIRL: No.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BOY: Thank Goodness!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7171701345355275695?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7171701345355275695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7171701345355275695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7171701345355275695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7171701345355275695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-teachers-go-grey.html' title='Why Teachers go grey...'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-4559500702511678556</id><published>2007-10-09T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:31:01.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest on WTC!!! owie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Seems this  suburban guy left for work on Sept. 11 at about 6:00AM to go to&lt;BR&gt;his office in  the WTC. When he got to Manhattan he went to his lover's&lt;BR&gt;apartment in the  Village, turned his cell phone off, and thought of spending&lt;BR&gt;some good time  with her. At about 10:00AM, while still at her place, he&lt;BR&gt;turned his cell  phone on, and a second later it rang. He answered, and it&lt;BR&gt;was his wife who  screamed at him, "Where are you? I've been trying to call&lt;BR&gt;you for an hour.  I've been worried sick about you!!!"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So he answered, "Where do you think  I am? I'm in my office!!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-4559500702511678556?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4559500702511678556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=4559500702511678556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4559500702511678556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/4559500702511678556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/latest-on-wtc-owie.html' title='Latest on WTC!!! owie!!'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2905254693371989286</id><published>2007-10-09T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:28:35.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Licking Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#008080 size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial  size=2&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;A very attractive woman goes up to the bar in  a&amp;nbsp;quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the&amp;nbsp; bartender who  immediately comes over to her.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When he arrives, she seductively signals  for him to bring&amp;nbsp;his face closer&amp;nbsp; to hers.&amp;nbsp; When he does, she  begins to gently caress his full&lt;BR&gt;beard, "Are you&amp;nbsp; the manager?"&amp;nbsp;  she asks softly stroking his face with both hands.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Actually, no ..." the  bartender replies.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Can you get him for me?" she asks, "I need to speak  with him," she says running her hands beyond his beard and into his  hair.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender "Is there anything I  can do?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=2&gt;"Yes, there is, I need you to give  him a message" she continued huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth  and allowing him to gently suck them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"What should I tell him?" he  manages to say while not missing a finger.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Tell him," she whispers,  "there is no toilet paper or hand soap in the ladies  room"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2905254693371989286?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2905254693371989286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2905254693371989286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2905254693371989286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2905254693371989286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/finger-licking-good.html' title='Finger Licking Good!'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-9103831930499290083</id><published>2007-10-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:27:24.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets&lt;br&gt;the more interested he is in her.&lt;p&gt;Agatha Christie&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Bachelors should be heavily taxed.&lt;br&gt;It is not fair that some men should be happier than others.&lt;p&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t marry for money;&lt;br&gt;you can borrow it cheaper.&lt;p&gt;Scottish Proverb&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t worry about terrorism.&lt;br&gt;I was married for two years.&lt;p&gt;Sam Kinison&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A psychiatrist is a person who will give you expensive answers that your&lt;br&gt;wife will give you for free.&lt;p&gt;Anonymous&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Bachelors know more about women than married men; if they didn&amp;#39;t, they&amp;#39;d be&lt;br&gt;married too.&lt;p&gt;H. L. Mencken&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Men have a better time than women; for one thing, they marry later; for&lt;br&gt;another thing, they die earlier.&lt;p&gt;H. L. Mencken&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one&lt;br&gt;thing:&lt;br&gt;either the car is new or the wife is. &lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;We always hold hands.&lt;br&gt;If I let go, she shops.&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;She got a mudpack and looked great for two days.&lt;br&gt;Then the mud fell off.&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-9103831930499290083?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9103831930499290083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=9103831930499290083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/9103831930499290083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/9103831930499290083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2665864147209083098</id><published>2007-10-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:25:29.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas??</title><content type='html'>A priest was talking to a nun, and he saw that her belly was getting&lt;br&gt;bigger, and he made a comment about it. She replied to &lt;br&gt;him that it wasjust a little gas. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A couple months later, he ran into her again. This &lt;br&gt;time, her belly was really big. She just patted her &lt;br&gt;belly and said, &amp;quot;Just a little gas.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Two months went by, and he came across the nun again, &lt;br&gt;and she was pushing a baby carriage.&lt;br&gt;The priest bent down and looked into &lt;br&gt;the carriage and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Cute little fart, isn&amp;#39;t he?&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2665864147209083098?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2665864147209083098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2665864147209083098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2665864147209083098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2665864147209083098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/gas.html' title='Gas??'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-1528693213042352792</id><published>2007-10-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:22:58.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So true!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>A good answer for all those irritating emails that one receive!!!!&lt;p&gt;I was on my way to the Post Office to pick up my case of free Nokia&lt;br&gt;3210&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;sent to me because I forwarded their e-mail to five other people, &lt;br&gt;because they want to market WAP technology -- when I ran into a &lt;br&gt;friend whose neighbor was home recovering from having been served a &lt;br&gt;rat in his bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken.&lt;p&gt;That, of course, was predictable because everybody with e-mail knows &lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s no actual chicken in Kentucky Fried Chicken, which is why &lt;br&gt;the government made them change their name to KFC.&lt;br&gt;Anyway, this guy went to sleep one day and when he awoke he was in &lt;br&gt;his bathtub and it was full of ice and he was sore all over and when &lt;br&gt;he got out of the tub he realized that his kidneys had been stolen.&lt;br&gt;He saw a note on his mirror that said &amp;quot;Call 911,&amp;quot; but he was afraid &lt;br&gt;to use his phone because it was connected to his computer, and there &lt;br&gt;was a virus on his computer that would destroy his hard drive if he &lt;br&gt;opened e-mail entitled &amp;quot;Join the crew!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He knew it wasn&amp;#39;t a hoax because he was a computer programmer &lt;br&gt;himself and was working on software to prevent a global disaster in &lt;br&gt;which all the computers get together and distribute the $250 &lt;br&gt;Neiman-Marcus cookie recipe under the leadership of Bill Gates.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s true. I read it all last week in a mass e-mail from Bill Gates &lt;br&gt;himself,  who was also promising me a free Disney World vacation and &lt;br&gt;$5,000 if I would forward the e-mail to everyone I know.&lt;p&gt;Anyways, the poor man tried to call 911 from a pay phone to report &lt;br&gt;his missing kidneys, but a voice on the line first asked him to &lt;br&gt;press #90, which unwittingly gave the bandit full access to the &lt;br&gt;phone line at the guy&amp;#39;s expense.  Then, reaching into the &lt;br&gt;coin-return slot, he got jabbed with an HIV-infected needle, The &lt;br&gt;needle was wrapped in a note that said, &amp;quot;Welcome to the world of  &lt;br&gt;AIDS.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Luckily, he was only a few blocks from a hospital -- the one where &lt;br&gt;that little boy who is dying of cancer is, You know, the boy whose &lt;br&gt;last wish is for everyone in the world to send him an e-mail and the &lt;br&gt;American Cancer Society has agreed to pay him a nickel for every &lt;br&gt;e-mail he receives.&lt;p&gt;I sent him two e-mails and one of them was a bunch of x&amp;#39;s and o&amp;#39;s in &lt;br&gt;the shape of an angel. If you get it and forward it to more than 10 &lt;br&gt;people, you will have good luck, but if you forward it to fewer than &lt;br&gt;10 people you will have bad luck for seven years.&lt;p&gt;So, anyway, the poor guy tried to drive himself to the hospital, but &lt;br&gt;on the way he noticed another car driving without its lights on. To &lt;br&gt;be helpful, he flashed his lights at that car and he was promptly &lt;br&gt;shot because that is a gang initiation.&lt;p&gt;If you forward that information to all your friends, you will &lt;br&gt;receive four green M&amp;amp;Ms. If you don&amp;#39;t, the owner of Proctor and &lt;br&gt;Gamble will report you to his Satanist friends and you will have &lt;br&gt;more bad luck -- you will get cancer from the Sodium Laureth Sulfate &lt;br&gt;in your shampoo, your wife will  develop breast cancer from using &lt;br&gt;the antiperspirant that clogs the pores under your arms, and the &lt;br&gt;government will put a tax on your e-mail forever.&lt;p&gt;I know all of this is true because I read it on the Internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-1528693213042352792?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1528693213042352792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=1528693213042352792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1528693213042352792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1528693213042352792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-true.html' title='So true!!!!!!'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-6044182912775088683</id><published>2007-10-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:21:11.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Tips on Johannesburg Driving Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;25 Tips on Johannesburg Driving Ethics&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;1. Turn signals will give away your next move - a real Johannesburg driver&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;never uses them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;2. Under no circumstances should you leave a safe distance between you and the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;car in front of you, or somebody else will fill in that space, putting you in&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;an even more dangerous situation.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;3. Crossing two or more lanes in a single lane-change is considered &amp;quot;going with&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;the flow.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;4. The faster you drive through a red light, the smaller the chance you have of&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;getting hit.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;5. Never get in the way of an older car that needs extensive bodywork. The&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;other guy doesn''t have anything to lose.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;6. Braking is to be done as hard and as late as possible to ensure that your&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;ABS kicks in, giving a nice, relaxing foot massage as the brake pedal pulsates.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;For those of you without ABS, it''s a chance to stretch legs.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;7. Speed limits are arbitrary figures, given only as suggestions and are&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;apparently not enforceable in the metro area during rush hour.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;8. Please remember that there is no such thing as a shortcut during rush-hour&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;traffic in Johannesburg.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;9. Always slow down and rubber-neck when you see an accident or even someone&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;changing a tire.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;10. Everybody thinks their vehicle is better than yours, especially BMW and 4WD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;drivers.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;11. Learn to swerve abruptly. Johannesburg is the home of High-Speed Slalom&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Driving thanks to the Department of Roadworks,&amp;nbsp; which puts potholes in key&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;locations to test drivers'' reflexes and keep them on their toes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;12. It is traditional in Johannesburg to honk your horn at cars that don''t move&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;the instant the light changes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;13. Seeking eye contact with another driver revokes your right of way.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;14. Never take a green light at face value. Always look right and left before&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;proceeding.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;15. Remember that the goal of every Johannesburg driver is to get there first,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;by whatever means necessary.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;16. Real Johannesburg women drivers can put on pantyhose and apply eye makeup&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;at 75kph in bumper-to-bumper traffic.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;17. Real Johannesburg men drivers can remove pantyhose and&amp;nbsp; bra''s at 75 kph in&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;bumper-to-bumper traffic.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;18. Heavy fog and rain are no reasons to change any of the previously listed&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;rules. These weather conditions are God''s way of ensuring a natural selection&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;process for body shops, junkyards, and new vehicle sales.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;19. There is a common held belief in Johannesburg that high speed tailgating in&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;heavy traffic reduces petrol consumption as you get sucked along in the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;slipstream of the car in front.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;20. It''s OK to cut off fully loaded trucks, semi-trailers, road trains and&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;buses because they have brakes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;21. It is an essential duty of the driver to preserve the life of his&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;passengers. Hence, no matter how much of an inconvenience it&amp;nbsp; may be, always&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;find a detour around Louis Botha Avenue, Jan Smuts, and the Jo''burg CBD.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;22. Always anticipate oncoming traffic while driving down a one way street.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;23. It''s O.K when driving in Johannesburg''s South Eastern suburbs to air our&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;grievances at bad drivers by giving the &amp;quot;one finger salute&amp;quot; while screaming &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;out &amp;quot;a#hole&amp;quot;. But it is imperative that you drive at least a 5 litre V8 with&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;fur on the dash and a crow bar in your lap.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;24. Remember that the person behind you in the on / off ramp has the right of&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;way.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;25. Johannesburg drivers are able to drive whilst juggling a cigarette, a drink&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;and a cell ''phone.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-6044182912775088683?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6044182912775088683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=6044182912775088683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6044182912775088683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/6044182912775088683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/25-tips-on-johannesburg-driving-ethics.html' title='25 Tips on Johannesburg Driving Ethics'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-7941860018526079811</id><published>2007-10-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:52:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Nice Tie</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;A man walks into a bar, sits down, and orders a drink. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, nice tie!&amp;quot; comes out of nowhere. He looks up at the bartender to see if he had said anything, but since he was on the other side of the bar the man just ignores it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;Hey! Nice shirt!&amp;quot; The man looks up but, again, the bartender is engaged elsewhere. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;Hey! Nice suit!&amp;quot; The man then calls the bartender over and asks him if he keeps talking to him. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Courier New"&gt;&amp;quot;It's not me, it's the complimentary peanuts.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-7941860018526079811?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7941860018526079811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=7941860018526079811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7941860018526079811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/7941860018526079811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-nice-tie.html' title='Hey, Nice Tie'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-1108794174811898500</id><published>2007-10-07T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:40:38.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt; &lt;P&gt;A man looked over his fence to see the little girl next door crying and  filling in a large hole that she had dug in the ground. "What are you doing?"  asked the man.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"My goldfish died," sniffled the girl, "and I'm buying him in our  backyard."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Sorry to hear that," said the man. "But why do you need such a big hole for  a little fish?"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"Because he's inside your stupid cat!"&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-1108794174811898500?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1108794174811898500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=1108794174811898500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1108794174811898500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/1108794174811898500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-looked-over-his-fence-to-see-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-2549054844101503924</id><published>2007-10-07T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:32:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Woolies service!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="idOWAReplyText26932" dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;      &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" width="100%"&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;WOOLLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in a        queue at the company cafeteria, Joe says to Mike      &lt;br /&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; him, "My elbow hurts like hell. I guess I better see a        doctor."&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Mike        replies.&lt;br /&gt;"There's a diagnostic computer down at Woolworth's. Just give        it a&lt;br /&gt;urine sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what        to&lt;br /&gt;do about        it.  It        takes ten seconds and costs R20.00 ...a lot quicker than a      &lt;br /&gt;doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joe deposits a urine sample in a small jar and        takes it to&lt;br /&gt;Woolies.  He deposits R20.00, and the computer lights        up and asks for the&lt;br /&gt;urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits.        Ten seconds&lt;br /&gt;later, the computer ejects a printout: "You have        tennis elbow. Soak&lt;br /&gt;your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It        will improve in&lt;br /&gt;two weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thank you for        shopping @ Woolies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening while thinking how amazing this        new technology was, Joe&lt;br /&gt;began wondering if the computer could be        fooled.&lt;br /&gt;He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine        samples  from his wife and daughter, and a sperm sample for good        measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe hurries back to Woolies, eager to check the        results. He deposits &lt;br /&gt;R20.00 , pours in his concoction, and awaits the        results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer prints the following:      &lt;br /&gt;1. Your tap water is too        hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9)&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe        him with anti-fungal shampoo.(Aisle 7)&lt;br /&gt;3. Your daughter has a cocaine        habit. Get her into rehab.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your wife is pregnant, Twins. They        aren't yours. Get a lawyer (1 &lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; floor).&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't stop        masturbating, your elbow will never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Thank you for shopping @ Woolies        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-2549054844101503924?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2549054844101503924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=2549054844101503924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2549054844101503924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/2549054844101503924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-woolies-service.html' title='Another Woolies service!?'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-113809049000235472</id><published>2006-01-24T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:14:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Viper2110] How to sell toothbrushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The kids filed back into class Monday morning. They were very excited.&lt;br /&gt;Their weekend assignment was to sell something, and then give a talk&lt;br /&gt;on productive salesmanship.&lt;br /&gt;Little Sally led off: "I sold girl scout cookies and I made $30," she said&lt;br /&gt;proudly, "My sales approach was to appeal to the customer's civil&lt;br /&gt;spirit and I credit that approach for my obvious success."&lt;br /&gt;"Very good," said the teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Little Jenny was next: "I sold magazines," she said, "I made $45 and I&lt;br /&gt;explained to everyone that magazines would keep them  up on current&lt;br /&gt;events."&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, Jenny," said the teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Eventually,  it was Little Johnny's turn. The teacher held her breath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Little Johnny walked to the front of the classroom and dumped a box&lt;br /&gt;full of cash on the teacher's desk.&lt;br /&gt;"$2,467," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"$2,467!" cried the teacher, "What in the world were you selling?"&lt;br /&gt;"Toothbrushes," said Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;"Toothbrushes," echoed the  teacher, "How could you possibly sell enough&lt;br /&gt;tooth brushes to make that  much money?"&lt;br /&gt;"I found the busiest corner in town," said Little Johnny, "I set up a&lt;br /&gt;Dip &amp;amp; Chip stand.&lt;br /&gt;I gave everybody who walked by a sample.&lt;br /&gt;They all said the same thing, "Hey, this tastes like s--t!" Then I&lt;br /&gt;would say, "It is s--t.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna buy a toothbrush?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Vipers Joke page mailing list&lt;br /&gt;http://viper2110.za.net&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;* To Subscribe to this mailing list go to http://viper2110.za.net/mailinglist.htm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;* To Unsubscribe from this mailing list sent a blank mail with the subject 'unsubscribe' (don't include the quotes) to Viper2110_keyser.co.za-request@server.firesnetwork.com&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-113809049000235472?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113809049000235472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=113809049000235472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113809049000235472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113809049000235472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/viper2110-how-to-sell-toothbrushes.html' title='[Viper2110] How to sell toothbrushes'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-113707276787718301</id><published>2006-01-12T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T05:32:47.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid questions with the smart answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hi Everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I will be adding some new jokes to my page in the next week or so. I&lt;br /&gt;have included one of the jokes below.&lt;br /&gt;I have also updated my website with a new look. There are still some&lt;br /&gt;broken links on the site and I will fix it soon. Let me know what you&lt;br /&gt;think of the new look.&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to keep on sending those jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Jokes can be e-mailed ( http://viper2110.za.net/contact_me.htm ) to me&lt;br /&gt;or added in the forum ( http://www.keyser.co.za/forum1/ ).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;STUPID QUESTIONS WITH THE SMART ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;BOY : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??&lt;br /&gt;TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;MAN : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO, because you make me sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes&lt;br /&gt;out of the mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think, Peter?&lt;br /&gt;PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again  yesterday".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives&lt;br /&gt;us light only in the day time when we don't need it".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people&lt;br /&gt;are no longer interested?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "A teacher".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "What other colors do you have?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called&lt;br /&gt;current affairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "It's a family tradition".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What about your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "She's a woman".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Tom : "How should I convey the news  to my father that I've failed?"&lt;br /&gt;David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's&lt;br /&gt;performance repeated".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped&lt;br /&gt;him, what virtue would I be showing?"&lt;br /&gt;Student : "Brotherly love".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Patient : "What are the chances of  my recovering doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten&lt;br /&gt;people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've treated.&lt;br /&gt;The others all died".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : " Can anybody give an  example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and at&lt;br /&gt;the same time."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry&lt;br /&gt;tree, but also admitted doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student: " Because George still had the axe in is hand."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-113707276787718301?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113707276787718301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=113707276787718301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113707276787718301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113707276787718301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-questions-with-smart-answers_12.html' title='Stupid questions with the smart answers'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-113689650565416560</id><published>2006-01-10T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T04:35:05.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid questions with the smart answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hi Everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I will be adding some new jokes to my page in the next week or so. I&lt;br /&gt;have included one of the jokes below.&lt;br /&gt;I have also updated my website with a new look. There are still some&lt;br /&gt;broken links on the site and I will fix it soon. Let me know what you&lt;br /&gt;think of the new look.&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to keep on sending those jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Jokes can be e-mailed ( http://viper2110.za.net/contact_me.htm ) to me&lt;br /&gt;or added in the forum ( http://www.keyser.co.za/forum1/ ).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;STUPID QUESTIONS WITH THE SMART ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;BOY : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??&lt;br /&gt;TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;MAN : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO, because you make me sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes&lt;br /&gt;out of the mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think, Peter?&lt;br /&gt;PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again  yesterday".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives&lt;br /&gt;us light only in the day time when we don't need it".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people&lt;br /&gt;are no longer interested?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "A teacher".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "What other colors do you have?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called&lt;br /&gt;current affairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "It's a family tradition".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What about your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "She's a woman".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Tom : "How should I convey the news  to my father that I've failed?"&lt;br /&gt;David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's&lt;br /&gt;performance repeated".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped&lt;br /&gt;him, what virtue would I be showing?"&lt;br /&gt;Student : "Brotherly love".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Patient : "What are the chances of  my recovering doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten&lt;br /&gt;people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've treated.&lt;br /&gt;The others all died".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : " Can anybody give an  example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and at&lt;br /&gt;the same time."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry&lt;br /&gt;tree, but also admitted doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student: " Because George still had the axe in is hand."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-113689650565416560?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113689650565416560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=113689650565416560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113689650565416560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113689650565416560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-questions-with-smart-answers.html' title='Stupid questions with the smart answers'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-113515758111094864</id><published>2005-12-21T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:33:01.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Viper2110] The Pilots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The door opens, two men dressed in Pilots' uniforms walk up the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;Both are wearing dark glasses, one is using a guide dog, and the other&lt;br /&gt;is tapping his way along the aisle with a cane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Nervous laughter spreads through the cabin, but the men enter the&lt;br /&gt;cockpit, the door closes, and the engines start up.&lt;br /&gt;The passengers begin glancing nervously around, searching for some&lt;br /&gt;sign that this is just a little practical joke. None is forthcoming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The plane moves faster and faster down the runway, and the people&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the window seats realise they're headed straight for the&lt;br /&gt;water at the edge of the airport territory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;As it begins to look as though the plane will plough into the water,&lt;br /&gt;panicked screams fill the cabin. At that moment, the plane lifts&lt;br /&gt;smoothly into the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The passengers relax and laugh a little sheepishly, and soon all retreat&lt;br /&gt;into their magazines, secure in the knowledge that the plane is in good hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;In the cockpit, one of the blind pilots turns to the other and says,&lt;br /&gt;"You know, Bob, one of these days, they're gonna scream too late and&lt;br /&gt;we're all gonna die."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Vipers Joke page mailing list&lt;br /&gt;http://viper2110.za.net&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;* To Subscribe to this mailing list sent a blank mail with the subject 'subscribe' (don't include the quotes) to Viper2110_keyser.co.za-request@server.firesnetwork.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;* To Unsubscribe from this mailing list sent a blank mail with the subject 'unsubscribe' (don't include the quotes) to Viper2110_keyser.co.za-request@server.firesnetwork.com&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-113515758111094864?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113515758111094864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=113515758111094864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113515758111094864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113515758111094864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2005/12/viper2110-pilots.html' title='[Viper2110] The Pilots'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20059847.post-113515381939378071</id><published>2005-12-21T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:30:19.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vipers funny e-mails and jokes page</title><content type='html'>For funny e-mails and jokes visit&lt;br /&gt;http://viper2110.za.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20059847-113515381939378071?l=viper2110jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113515381939378071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20059847&amp;postID=113515381939378071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113515381939378071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20059847/posts/default/113515381939378071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viper2110jokes.blogspot.com/2005/12/vipers-funny-e-mails-and-jokes-page.html' title='Vipers funny e-mails and jokes page'/><author><name>Viper2110</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
