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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-8295302705497930176</id><published>2008-10-24T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:25:36.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Have a MEaningful COnversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A farmer walked into an attorney's office wanting to file for a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney asked, "May I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yeah, I want to get one of them dayvorces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney said, "Well do you have any grounds?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yeah, I got about 140 acres."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney said, "No, you don't understand, do you have a case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "No, I don't have a Case, but I have a John Deere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney said, "No, you don't understand, I mean do you have a grudge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yeah, I got a grudge, that's where I park my John Deere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney said, "No sir, I mean do you have a suit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yes, sir, I got a suit, I wear it to church on Sundays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exasperated attorney said, "Well, sir, does your wife beat you up or anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "No sir, we both get up about 4:30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the attorney said, "Okay, let me put it this way: why do you want a divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer replied, "Well, I can never have a meaningful conversation with her."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-8295302705497930176?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8295302705497930176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-have-meaningful-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/8295302705497930176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/8295302705497930176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-have-meaningful-conversation.html' title='Can&apos;t Have a MEaningful COnversation'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6212013405641816833</id><published>2008-10-24T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:24:22.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle-fed or Breast-fed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor arrived, examined the baby, checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breast-fed" she replied.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, strip down to your waist," the doctor ordered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did. He pinched her nipples, then pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts for a while in a detailed examination. Motioning to her to get dressed, he said, "No wonder this baby is underweight. You don't have any milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she said, "I'm his Grandma, but I'm glad I came."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6212013405641816833?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6212013405641816833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/bottle-fed-or-breast-fed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6212013405641816833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6212013405641816833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/bottle-fed-or-breast-fed.html' title='Bottle-fed or Breast-fed?'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-563245548353824345</id><published>2008-10-24T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:23:05.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your Daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The following are all replies that Dallas women have written on Child Support Agency forms in the section for listing father's details: These are genuine excerpts from the forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, child A was fathered by Jim Munson. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of child B, but I believe that he was conceived on the same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 3600 Grand Avenue where I had unprotected sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father, can you send me his phone number? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this area and see if he's had it replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have never had sex with a man. I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son's conception was immaculate and that he is Christ risen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I cannot tell you the name of child A's dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the economy. I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country. Please advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I do not know who the father of my child was as all blacks look the        same to me        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Peter Smith is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him, can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC CDs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Disney        World; maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I'd have stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 146 Miller Drive, mine might have remained unfertilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-563245548353824345?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/563245548353824345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/whos-your-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/563245548353824345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/563245548353824345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/whos-your-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s your Daddy?'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4816124625304522673</id><published>2008-10-24T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:16:25.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Reaching the end of a job interview, the Human Resources person asked the hotshot young Engineer, fresh out of MIT, "And what starting salary were you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer cooly said, "In the neighborhoodof $125,000 a year, depending on the benefits package."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer said, "Well, what would you say to a package of 5 weeks vacation, 14 paid holidays, full medical and dental, company matching retirement fund to 50% of salary, and a company car leased every 2 years for starters, say, a red Corvette?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer tried to control his excitement, but sat straight up and said,  "Wow! Are you kidding?"        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," the interviewer shrugged, "But you started it."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4816124625304522673?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4816124625304522673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/job-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4816124625304522673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4816124625304522673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/job-interview.html' title='Job Interview'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-869653537060858313</id><published>2008-10-24T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:15:50.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Passengers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;An airplane was about to crash; there were 5 passengers on board, but  only 4 parachutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first passenger said, "I am Kobe Bryant, the best NBA basketball player; the Lakers need me, I can't afford to die." So he took the first pack and left the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second passenger, Hillary Clinton said, "I am the wife of the former U.S President, a Senator from New York, and a potential future president. I am the smartest woman in American history, so America's people don't want me to die." She took the second pack and jumped out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third passenger, John Kerry, said, "I'm the Senator from the great state of Massachusetts". I am also going to be my parties nominee for President. So he grabbed the pack next to him and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth passenger, President George W. Bush, said to the fifth passenger, a 10-year-old schoolgirl, "I have lived a full life, and served my country well, I will sacrifice my life and let you have the last parachute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl said, "That's okay. There's a parachute left for you.  America's smartest woman took my schoolbag.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-869653537060858313?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/869653537060858313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-passengers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/869653537060858313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/869653537060858313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-passengers.html' title='5 Passengers'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4174853885553976166</id><published>2008-10-23T07:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:43:08.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Priest's Cock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;A priest was in his room and realised that his rooster was missing. He decided 2 bring it up in Sunday Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Right before the seremony the priest asked, "Who has a cock?" all the men in the room stood up.&lt;br /&gt;The priest said "NO,No,NO. Who has seen a cock?" all the woman in the room stood up.&lt;br /&gt;The priest said "NO,NO,NO. Who has seen my cock?". All of the nuns stood up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4174853885553976166?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4174853885553976166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/priests-cock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4174853885553976166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4174853885553976166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/priests-cock.html' title='The Priest&apos;s Cock'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-1943105845139626568</id><published>2008-10-23T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:42:25.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, a little boy is watching his Saturday cartoons. His mother is on the phone in the room. She is getting extremely pissed. Finally, she slams down the phone screaming "BITCHES AND BASTARDS!!!" The boy turns around and asks, "What does that mean, Mommy?" Realizing her mistake, the mom quickly says, "Uh, ladies and gentlemen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The boy accepts this answer and later goes to bed after dinner. But that night he has a bad dream. He goes to tell his parents about it, and as he walks in, he sees the two screwing. The mom says "Feel my boobies", and the man says, "Feel my dick". The boy asks what that means. The two, shocked, said "Hats and coats! Hats and coats!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The next evening, the boy is watching his dad shave. He cuts his lip with his razor. "Sh*t!!" the dad yells. The boy, quizzically, asks what THAT means. The dad quickly says, "That's the brand of shaving cream I'm using!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the boy goes downstairs and sees his mom cutting a turkey. She cuts her finger. "F**k!!!!" she screams. The boy asks what that means. "Uh... cut!" she says instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the grandarents arrive for supper. The little boy says, "Hi, bitches and bastards! Hang your boobies and dicks on the coat rack. Dad's upstairs putting Sh*t on his face, and mom's in the kitchen f**king the chicken!" The grandparents faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&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/4192939876856256934-1943105845139626568?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1943105845139626568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-does-it-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/1943105845139626568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/1943105845139626568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What does it mean?'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-5776469205815808021</id><published>2008-10-23T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:40:45.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;A 75 year old man went to his doctor's office for a sperm count test. The doctor gave the man a jar, told him to take it home and return the next day with a sample.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day, the 75 year old man reappeared at the doctor's office and gave the doctor the jar, which was as clean and empty as on previous day. The doctor asked what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Well, doc, it's like this: First I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then with my left... still nothing. Then, I asked my wife for help. She tried her right hand... but nothing. Then her left... still nothing. She even tried with her month, both with and without her teeth... and still nothing. We even called the lady next door and she tried with both hands and her mouth too, but still nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The doctor was shocked. "You asked your neighbor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The old man replied, "Yep, but no matter what we tried we couldn't get the damn jar open!"&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/4192939876856256934-5776469205815808021?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5776469205815808021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/damn-jar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5776469205815808021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5776469205815808021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/damn-jar.html' title='Damn Jar'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-2348448839116474946</id><published>2008-10-23T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:37:55.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Your Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The CIA had an  opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews and testing  were done, there were 3 finalists; two men and a woman. For the final test, the  CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. 'We  must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the  circumstances.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Inside the room you  will find your wife sitting in a chair . . . Kill her!!' The man said, 'You  can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The agent said,  'Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go  home.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The second man was  given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;l was quiet for  about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, 'I tried, but I can't  kill my wife.' The agent said, 'You don't have what it takes. Take your wife  home.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Finally, it was the  woman's turn&lt;span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;She was given the  same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.  Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on  the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there  stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow. 'This gun is loaded with  blanks' she said. 'I had to beat him to death with the  chair.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-2348448839116474946?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2348448839116474946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoot-your-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/2348448839116474946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/2348448839116474946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/shoot-your-wife.html' title='Shoot Your Wife!'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6400506931263727387</id><published>2008-10-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:31:16.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed or bake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A husband is at home watching a football game when his wife interrups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, could you fix the light in the hallway? It's been flickering for weeks now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at her and says, angrily, "Fix the lights now? Does it look like I have GE written on my forehead? I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his wife asks, "Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied, "Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Westinghouse written on my forehead? I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Then could you at least fix the steps to the front door? They are about to break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a damm carpenter and I don't fix steps," He sayd. "Does it look like I have Ace Hardware written on my forehead? I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had enough of you," he said, "I'm going to the bar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes to the bar and drinks for a couple of hours. Soon he starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife and decides to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walks up to the house he notices that the steps are already fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he enters the house he sees the hall light is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he goes to get a beer he noitces the fridge door is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," he asks, "how'd all this get fixed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Well, after you left I sat outside and cried. Then a nice young man came along and asked me what was wrong. I told him and he offered to do all the repairs and all I had to do was either go to bed with him or bake a cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, "So what kind of cake did you bake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Helloooooo... Do you see Betty Crocker Written on my forehead? I don't think so."          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6400506931263727387?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6400506931263727387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/bed-or-bake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6400506931263727387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6400506931263727387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/bed-or-bake.html' title='Bed or bake?'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6693866249560652604</id><published>2008-10-23T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:10:31.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asshole</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A woman enrolled in nursing school was attending an anatomy class. The subject of the day was involuntary muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructor, hoping to perk up the students a bit, asked the woman "Do you know what your asshole does when you’re having an orgasm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure" she said. "He’s at home, taking care of the kids"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6693866249560652604?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6693866249560652604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/asshole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6693866249560652604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6693866249560652604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/asshole.html' title='Asshole'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4591531789136882334</id><published>2008-10-23T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:35:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;1.NAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara go out for lunch, they will call each other Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.EATING OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bill arrives, Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the women get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.BATHROOMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has five items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Marriott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337.  A man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.ARGUMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.CATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.DRESSING UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.OFFSPRING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.THOUGHT FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY..... A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, jack asses, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4591531789136882334?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4591531789136882334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-vs-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4591531789136882334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4591531789136882334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-vs-woman.html' title='Man vs Woman'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-8687698989675178158</id><published>2008-10-23T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:19:01.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's pretend that we're married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A man and a woman, who have never met before, find themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train. Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, the two are tired and fall asleep quickly, he in the upper bunk and she in the lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 AM, he leans over and gently wakes the woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's a great idea!!" he exclaims.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," she replies. "Get your own damn blanket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of silence, he farted.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-8687698989675178158?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8687698989675178158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-pretend-that-were-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/8687698989675178158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/8687698989675178158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-pretend-that-were-married.html' title='Let&apos;s pretend that we&apos;re married'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-1446180350427253010</id><published>2008-10-23T01:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:19:26.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual harassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Every day, a male co-worker walks up very close to a lady standing at   the coffee machine, inhales a big breath of air and tells her that her   hair smells nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a week of this, she can't stand it anymore, takes her complaint   to a supervisor in the personnel department and asks to file a sexual   harassment grievance against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Human Resources supervisor is puzzled and asks, "What's sexually   threatening about a co-worker telling you your hair smells nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The woman replies, "It's Keith, the midget."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-1446180350427253010?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1446180350427253010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexual-harassment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/1446180350427253010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/1446180350427253010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexual-harassment.html' title='Sexual harassment'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-396251671845435943</id><published>2008-10-23T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:20:46.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You picked up a real bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Dave works hard at the plant and spends two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip  club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorman at the club greets them and says, "Hey, Dave! How ya doin?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," says Dave. "He's on my bowling team"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are seated, a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, "How did she know that you drink Budweiser?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Dave, starts to rub herself all over him and says, "Hi Davey. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. Dave tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it. She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabby turns around and says, "Geez Dave, you picked up a real bitch this time."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-396251671845435943?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/396251671845435943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-picked-up-real-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/396251671845435943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/396251671845435943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-picked-up-real-bitch.html' title='You picked up a real bitch'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4793028378400772017</id><published>2008-10-23T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:24:35.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years they  had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities  had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, "Now  don't get mad at me....I know we've been friends for a long time.....but I  just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't  remember it. Please tell me what your name is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend glared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her.  Finally she  said, "How soon do you need to know?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4793028378400772017?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4793028378400772017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4793028378400772017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4793028378400772017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-your-name.html' title='What&apos;s your name?'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6343783388698451433</id><published>2008-10-23T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:10:42.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't remember where I live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old lady sitting on a park bench  sobbing her eyes out. I stopped and asked her what was wrong. She said, "I  have a 22 year old husband at home. He makes love to me every morning and  then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground  coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, then why are you crying?"  She said, "He makes me homemade  soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me for half  the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, why are you crying?"  She said, "For dinner he makes me a  gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love to me  until 2:00 a.m."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, why in the world would you be crying?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I can't remember where I live!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6343783388698451433?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6343783388698451433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-remember-where-i-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6343783388698451433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6343783388698451433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-remember-where-i-live.html' title='I can&apos;t remember where I live!'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-5943097581158953232</id><published>2008-10-23T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:09:48.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch that wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away.  At  the end of the service, the pall bearers are carrying the casket out when  they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hear a faint  moan.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They open the casket and find that the woman is actually alive! She  lives for ten more years, and then dies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, a ceremony is held,  and at the end of it, the pall bearers are again carrying out the casket.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As they carry the casket towards the door, the husband cries out, "Watch  that wall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-5943097581158953232?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5943097581158953232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-that-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5943097581158953232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5943097581158953232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/watch-that-wall.html' title='Watch that wall'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4516616383933780921</id><published>2008-10-23T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:09:11.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-bait the trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;An elderly couple were on a cruise and it was really stormy. They were  standing on the back of the boat watching the moon, when a wave came up and  washed the old woman overboard. They searched for days and couldn't find  her, so the captain sent the old man back to shore with the promise that he  would notify him as soon as they found something. Three weeks went by and  finally the old man got a fax from the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read: "Sir, sorry to inform  you, we found your wife dead at the bottom of the ocean. We hauled her up  to the deck and attached to her butt was an oyster and in it was a pearl worth $50,000 . . please advise." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man faxed back: "Send me the pearl and re-bait the trap."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4516616383933780921?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4516616383933780921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-bait-trap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4516616383933780921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4516616383933780921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-bait-trap.html' title='Re-bait the trap'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6694194716382406856</id><published>2008-10-23T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:08:21.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Died of Gonorrhea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;When the husband finally died his wife put the usual death notice in the  paper, but added that he died of gonorrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner were the papers delivered when a friend of the family phoned and  complained bitterly, "You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not  gonorrhea." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied the widow, "I nursed him night and day so of course I  know he died of diarrhea, but I thought it would be better for posterity to  remember him as a great lover rather than the big shit he always was."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6694194716382406856?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6694194716382406856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/died-of-gonorrhea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6694194716382406856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6694194716382406856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/died-of-gonorrhea.html' title='Died of Gonorrhea'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6554656568993075403</id><published>2008-10-23T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:05:36.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father of one of my children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A guy is in line at the supermarket when he notices that a rather dishy  blonde behind him has just raised her hand and smiled hello to him. He  is rather taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him, and  although familiar he can't place where he might know her from, so he says  "Sorry, do you know me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She replies "I think you're the father of one of my children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; His mind shoots back to the one and only time he has been unfaithful.  "Holy shit," he says, "are you that stripper from my bachelor party that  I screwed on the pool table in front of all my friends while your  girlfriend whipped me with some wet celery and stuck a cucumber up my  butt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "No," she replies, "I'm your son's English Teacher.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6554656568993075403?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6554656568993075403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/father-of-one-of-my-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6554656568993075403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6554656568993075403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/father-of-one-of-my-children.html' title='Father of one of my children'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-1581691535178335957</id><published>2008-10-23T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:01:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to guess a woman's age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends $5,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way  home, she stops at a news stand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving she  says  to  the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I  am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About 32," is the reply. "Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says  happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl  the very same question. The girl replies, "I guess about 29." The woman  replies,   "Nope I'm 50."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store  on  her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and  asks the clerk this burning question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." Again she proudly responds, "I am  50, but thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next  to  her the same question. He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eye sight is  going.  Although, when I was young, there was a sure way to tell how old a woman  was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under  your bra. Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wait in silence on the empty street until curiosity gets the best  of  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around  very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast...He gently  pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against  each  other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay...How old am  I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and  says. "Madam, you are 50."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could you  tell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man replies, "promise you won't get mad?" "I promise! I won't"  she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "I was behind you in line at McDonald's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-1581691535178335957?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1581691535178335957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-guess-womans-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/1581691535178335957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/1581691535178335957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-guess-womans-age.html' title='How to guess a woman&apos;s age'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-7539056419576331727</id><published>2008-10-22T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:56:49.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Operation</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A young married couple has difficulties conceiving a baby, so after a while the wife consults her doctor, who recommends the minor of three possible operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation is performed, but a couple of months later, she's still not pregnant, so she goes to see the doctor again. This time he recommends the medium operation, a somewhat more serious operation, but still not as complicated as the third alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there's still no result, and another couple of months later she's back in the doctor's office, and this time she gets the big one. After having recovered in some weeks, the couple resumes normal marital activities, and this time they actually succeed in conceiving a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with joy, the young wife now sees the doctor for the regular examination during pregnancy and says, "We're so happy doctor, we're finally having a baby. But what was this third operation actually all about? The first two weren't that bad, but this last one I think must have been quite a job, I was dizzy for weeks after."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the doctor replies, "since the first two standard operations failed, we started suspecting your method rather than your ability, so I made a connection from your throat to your uterus."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-7539056419576331727?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7539056419576331727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/serious-operation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/7539056419576331727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/7539056419576331727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/serious-operation.html' title='Serious Operation'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4758856480900399194</id><published>2008-10-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:56:22.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;An old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he has been living with for the last 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wizard says "Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man says without hesitation, "I now pronounce you man and wife."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4758856480900399194?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4758856480900399194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4758856480900399194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4758856480900399194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/curse.html' title='The curse'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-155011486656874795</id><published>2008-10-22T07:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:15:48.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A young woman who was several months pregnant boarded a bus. When she noticed a young man smiling at her she began feeling humiliated on account of her condition.&lt;br /&gt;She changed her seat and he seemed more amused. She moved again and then on her fourth move he burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had him arrested for harassment and when the case came before the court this was the man's reply when asked why he acted in such a manner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the lady boarded the bus I couldn't help noticing she was pregnant. She sat under an advertisement, which read "Coming Soon The Gold Dust Twins";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she moved under one that read "Sloan's Liniments remove Swelling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even more amused when she sat under a shaving advertisement, which read "William Stick Did The Trick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I could not control myself any longer when on the fourth move she sat under an advertisement, which read "Dunlop Rubber would have prevented this accident".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won the case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-155011486656874795?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/155011486656874795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/young-woman-who-was-several-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/155011486656874795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/155011486656874795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/young-woman-who-was-several-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-273360282902009052</id><published>2008-10-22T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:14:37.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Swollen</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The first thing Fred says as he sees the doctor is&lt;br /&gt;"Please don’t laugh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I won’t laugh," the doctor said. "I’m a&lt;br /&gt;professional. In over twenty years I’ve never laughed at a patient."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then," Fred said, and proceeded to drop his&lt;br /&gt;trousers, revealing the tiniest penis the doctor had ever seen. It couldn’t have been the size of a peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to control himself, the doctor started&lt;br /&gt;giggling, then fell laughing to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later he was able to struggle to his feet&lt;br /&gt;and regain his composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m so sorry, "Said the doctor, "I really am.....&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what came over me. On my honor as a doctor and a gentleman, I promise it won’t happen again. Now what seems to be the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s swollen," Fred replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-273360282902009052?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/273360282902009052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-swollen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/273360282902009052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/273360282902009052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-swollen.html' title='It&apos;s Swollen'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-416252359214159093</id><published>2008-10-21T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:59:33.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, "Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine...." His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you doing?" The little boy answered, "I“m doing my math homework, Mom." "And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked. "Yes," he answered. Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, "What are you teaching my son in math?" The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition." The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?" After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught them was, two plus two, the sum of which, is four."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-416252359214159093?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/416252359214159093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/math-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/416252359214159093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/416252359214159093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/math-homework.html' title='Math Homework'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6893164808296257434</id><published>2008-10-20T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:06:18.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$5 from Washington DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;A little boy wanted $100 badly and prayed for two weeks, but nothing happened. Then he decided to write God a letter requesting the $100. When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to GOD USA, they decided to send it to President Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;The president was so impressed, touched, and amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy a $5 bill. President Clinton thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;            The little boy was delighted with the $5 and sat down to write a thank you note to God, which read:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for sending the money, however, I noticed that for some reason you had to send it through Washington, D.C., and, as usual, those bastards deducted $95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6893164808296257434?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6893164808296257434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-from-washington-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6893164808296257434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6893164808296257434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-from-washington-dc.html' title='$5 from Washington DC'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6129017418390249176</id><published>2008-10-20T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:04:27.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eiffel Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;A boy of 6 years old never pays attention to his pant's zipper...which is always being left open. Because of this his mother often gets angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;One day some of his relatives plan to visit their city, so his mother advised him that whenever she tells him to "close the Eiffel Tower", it means that he has to close his zipper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;His relatives arrive, and after some time, the boy asked his aunti, "Aunti, why did you come here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;His aunti answered, "Dear boy, we came here to see the Eiffel Tower."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The boy said in great excitement, pointing towards his zipper, "But aunti, the Eiffel Tower is closed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Aunti replied, "My boy, that is the small Eiffel Tower. I came here to see big one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;The boy answered politely, "Aunti, then I will have to call my dad."&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/4192939876856256934-6129017418390249176?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6129017418390249176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/eiffel-tower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6129017418390249176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6129017418390249176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/eiffel-tower.html' title='The Eiffel Tower'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6891608563031394093</id><published>2008-10-20T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:03:19.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;For the second time in a row, I was forced to impose on the woman with whom I carpooled to our children's soccer practices. I phoned and explained that my husband had the car again, so I wouldn't be able to take my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;A few minutes before she was due to pick up my son, my husband showed up. Since it was too late for me to call and say I could drive after all, I asked my husband to hide the car in the garage and to stay inside. I also explained to my son that he shouldn't mention anything about his father's whereabouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately, my husband forgot and was in front of our house chatting with a friend when my carpool partner arrived. When my son returned from practice, I asked him if she had noticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Yes," he replied, "she asked me which of the two men in front of the house was my father. But don't worry. I told her I didn't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6891608563031394093?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6891608563031394093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/carpooling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6891608563031394093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6891608563031394093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/carpooling.html' title='Carpooling'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-2036059626154832540</id><published>2008-10-20T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:01:27.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems a farm boy accidentally overturned his wagon-load of corn. The farmer who lived nearby heard the noise.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Willis!!" the farmer yelled. "Forget your troubles. Come in with us. Then I'll help you get the wagon up.&lt;br /&gt;"That's mighty nice of you, " Willis answered, "but I don't think Pa would like me to.&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, come on," the farmer insisted.&lt;br /&gt;"Well okay," the boy finally agreed, and added, "but Pa won't like it."&lt;br /&gt;After a hearty dinner, Willis thanked his host. "I feel a lot better now, but I know Pa is going to be real upset.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be foolish !" the neighbor said with a smile. "By the way, where is he?&lt;br /&gt;"Under the wagon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-2036059626154832540?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2036059626154832540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-wagon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/2036059626154832540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/2036059626154832540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/under-wagon.html' title='Under the Wagon'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-6690149660318478645</id><published>2008-10-20T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:59:58.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Married at Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Little Bobby (seven) was in love with Little Susie (same age) who lived next door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, Bobby went to Susie's dad and announced (as seriously as he could), "I'm in love with Susie, and we're getting married".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Amused, Susie's dad started asking questions (in the hopes to discourage the idea).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Susie' dad: "Where will you live?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bobby: "Well, Susie has a playhouse in the back yard, so we're gonna live there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Susie's dad: "How are you going to make money to support her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bobby: "Well, Susie gets 75 cents a week, and I get $1.25 a week." &lt;pauses to="" think=""&gt; "That should be more than enough!"&lt;/pauses&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Seeing that Bobby was still serious, Susie's dad asked, "Well, what about children?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bobby perked up and quickly answered, "Oh, we have that figured out already. Whenever Susie lays an egg, I'm gonna stomp on it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-6690149660318478645?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6690149660318478645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-married-at-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6690149660318478645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/6690149660318478645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-married-at-seven.html' title='Getting Married at Seven'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-7766288950421858846</id><published>2008-10-20T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:56:23.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man + Woman =</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Smart Man + Smart Woman = Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Smart Man + Dumb Woman = Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dumb Man + Smart Woman = Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dumb Man + Dumb Woman = Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Smart Boss + Smart Employee = Profits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Smart Boss + Dumb Employee = Production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dumb Boss + Smart Employee = Promotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dumb Boss + Dumb Employee = Overtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man will pay $2.00 for a $1.00 item he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman will pay $1.00 for a $2.00 item that she does not need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To be happy with a man, you must love him a little and understand him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Women somehow deteriorate overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man marries a woman expecting she won't change, but she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Married men live longer than single men, but married men are more willing to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument&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/4192939876856256934-7766288950421858846?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7766288950421858846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/7766288950421858846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/7766288950421858846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-woman.html' title='Man + Woman ='/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-5736287144585482186</id><published>2008-10-20T14:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:36:16.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Womens Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0HojRjybI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ya8AtbC7NnM/s1600-h/attente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0HojRjybI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ya8AtbC7NnM/s400/attente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259368333083658674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes = No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No = Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe = No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry = You'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need = I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your decision = My correct decision should be obvious by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want = You'll pay for this later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk = I need to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure go ahead = I don't want you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want new curtains = carpeting, furniture, and wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you love me? = I did something today you're going to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a good game on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span unselectable="" contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span unselectable="" contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-5736287144585482186?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5736287144585482186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/womens-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5736287144585482186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5736287144585482186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/womens-dictionary.html' title='Womens Dictionary'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0HojRjybI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ya8AtbC7NnM/s72-c/attente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-3743600701498079191</id><published>2008-10-20T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:36:16.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Harsh Things A Woman Can Say To A Naked Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;30 Harsh Things A Woman Can Say To A Naked Man&lt;br /&gt;1. I've smoked fatter joints than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ahhhh, it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why don't we just cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You know they have surgery to fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make it dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Can I paint a smiley face on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wow, and your feet are so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can I write with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Will it squeak if I squeeze it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh no... a flash (headache).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (giggle and point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can I be honest with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How sweet, you brought incense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. This explains your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Maybe if we water it, it'll grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Why is God punishing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. At least this won't take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I never saw one like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. But it still works, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. It looks so unused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Maybe it looks better in natural light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Why don't we skip right to the cigarettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If you get me real drunk first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is that an optical illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. It's a good thing you have so many other talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Does it come with an air pump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. So this is why you're supposed to judge people on personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I guess this makes me the 'early bird'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-3743600701498079191?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3743600701498079191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/30-harsh-things-woman-can-say-to-naked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/3743600701498079191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/3743600701498079191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/30-harsh-things-woman-can-say-to-naked.html' title='30 Harsh Things A Woman Can Say To A Naked Man'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4043368662581178948</id><published>2008-10-20T14:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:50:16.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Rules for women &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us griping about you leaving it down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present yet again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Don't cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Crying is blackmail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Most guys own three pairs of shoes - tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty,&lt;br /&gt;would look good with your dress? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We refuse to answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to your girlfriends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. You have enough clothes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. You have too many shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it's Bruce Lee or some war flick where it doesn't really matter what they're saying anyway.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. It is neither in your best interest or ours to take the quiz together. No, it doesn't matter which quiz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. I am in shape. ROUND is a shape.&lt;/p&gt;33. Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know we really don't mind that, it's like camping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4043368662581178948?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4043368662581178948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/rules-for-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4043368662581178948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4043368662581178948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/rules-for-women.html' title='Rules for Women'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-5876536378070086393</id><published>2008-10-20T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:49:39.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All in the Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;It's  All in the Name&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;A pregnant Irish woman from Dublin gets in a car accident and falls into a deep coma. Asleep for nearly 6 months, when she wakes up she sees that she is no longer pregnant and frantically asks the doctor about her baby.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctor replies, 'Ma'am you had twins! a boy and a girl. Your brother from Cork came in and named them.'   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The woman thinks to herself, 'Oh No, not my brother... he's  an idiot!'   She  asks the doctor, 'Well, what's  the girl's  name?' Denise.'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Wow, that's  not a bad name, I like it! What's  the boy's  name?'   &lt;/p&gt; 'Denephew.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-5876536378070086393?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5876536378070086393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5876536378070086393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5876536378070086393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-in-name.html' title='It&apos;s All in the Name'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-4397727341380948814</id><published>2008-10-20T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:37:40.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0II_iJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAcI/SLV-ReEfQjM/s1600-h/poof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0II_iJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAcI/SLV-ReEfQjM/s400/poof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259368890425267266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beer Test&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday scientists revealed that beer contains small traces of female hormones. To prove their theory, the scientists fed 100 men 12 pints of beer and observed that 100% of them gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became emotional, and couldn't drive. -- No further testing is planned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-4397727341380948814?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4397727341380948814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/beer-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4397727341380948814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/4397727341380948814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/beer-test.html' title='Beer Test'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0II_iJ1EI/AAAAAAAAAcI/SLV-ReEfQjM/s72-c/poof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-5515523898599220589</id><published>2008-10-20T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:41:45.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Marriage Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0JHYehJvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oDHnS_zVSnc/s1600-h/055.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0JHYehJvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oDHnS_zVSnc/s400/055.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259369962272794354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, 'Aren't  you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?'   The other replied, 'Yes, I am, I married the wrong      man.'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My wife's  jealousy is getting ridiculous. The other day she looked at my calendar and wanted to know who May was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a quarrel, a wife said to her husband, 'You know, I was a fool when I married you.'   The husband replied, 'Yes, dear, but I was in love and didn't  notice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man inserted an 'ad'   in the      classifieds: 'Wife wanted'  .. Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-5515523898599220589?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5515523898599220589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-marriage-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5515523898599220589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/5515523898599220589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-marriage-blues.html' title='After Marriage Blues'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SP0JHYehJvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/oDHnS_zVSnc/s72-c/055.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-296155241642580335</id><published>2008-10-02T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:18:14.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after  eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two  gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new  restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man said, "What is the name of the restaurant?" The first man  thought and thought and finally said, "What is the name of that flower  you give to someone you love? You know... the one that's red and has  thorns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mean a rose?" "Yes, that's the one," replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled,   "Rose, what's the name of  that restaurant we went to last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-296155241642580335?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/296155241642580335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/296155241642580335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/296155241642580335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-memory.html' title='Poor memory'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4192939876856256934.post-1608620194685143930</id><published>2008-06-06T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:46:27.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;A little girl asked her father, 'How did the human race appear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The father answered, 'God made Adam and Eve and they had children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;so was all mankind made.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Two days later the girl asked her mother the same question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The mother answered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;'Many years ago there were monkeys from which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;human race evolved.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The confused girl returned to her father and said, 'Dad how is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;said they developed from monkeys?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The father answered, 'Well, dear, it is very simple. I told you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 127);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;my side of the family and your mother about hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-1608620194685143930?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1608620194685143930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/06/creation-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SEknwToxXoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zdjq97x7Qwg/s1600-h/bb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SEknwToxXoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zdjq97x7Qwg/s400/bb5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208738154889174658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SEknwvB2X6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/1a_mBps4hUg/s1600-h/bb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_50R_zcQjfnQ/SEknwvB2X6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/1a_mBps4hUg/s400/bb6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208738162242117538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hungry Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Easy Ways to Die : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a Cigar daily - You will die 10 years early.&lt;br /&gt;Drink Rum daily - You will die 30 years early.&lt;br /&gt;Love Someone Truly - You will die daily. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A foolish man tells a woman to STOP talking, but a WISE man tells&lt;br /&gt;her that she looks extremely BEAUTIFUL when her LIPS are CLOSED. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. One GOOD way to REDUCE Alcohol consumption :&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Drink whenever you are SAD&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Drink whenever you are HAPPY &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three FASTEST means of  Communication :&lt;br /&gt;1. Tele-Phone&lt;br /&gt;2. Tele-Vision&lt;br /&gt;. Tell to Woman&lt;br /&gt;Need still FASTER - Tell her NOT to tell ANYONE.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. Love your friends not their sisters. Love your sisters not their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.. Let us be generous like this : &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Join our Group FunAndFunOnly (www.FunAndFunOnly.net) - SridhaR" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Four Ants are moving through a forest.&lt;br /&gt;They see an ELEPHANT coming towards them.&lt;br /&gt;Ant 1 says : we should KILL him.&lt;br /&gt;Ant 2 says : No, Let us break his Leg alone..&lt;br /&gt;Ant 3 says : No, we will just throw him away from our path..&lt;br /&gt;Ant 4 says : No, we will LEAVE him because he is ALONE and we are FOUR. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you do NOT have a Girl Friend-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-You are missing SOME thing in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;        If you HAVE a Girl Friend - You are missing EVERY thing in your life.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Join our Group FunAndFunOnly (www.FunAndFunOnly.net) - SridhaR" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.. Question : When do you CONGRATULATE someone for their MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;Answer : On their MARRIAGE. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When your LIFE is in DARKNESS, PRAY GOD and ask him to free you from Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Even after you pray, if U R still in Darkness - Please PAY the ELECTRICITY BILL. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why Government do NOT allow a Man to MARRY 2 Women.&lt;br /&gt;Because per Constitution, you can NOT BE PUNISHED TWICE for the same Mistake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Join our Group FunAndFunOnly (www.FunAndFunOnly.net) - SridhaR" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4192939876856256934-497362336437123414?l=inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/feeds/497362336437123414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-but-factual-sayings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/497362336437123414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4192939876856256934/posts/default/497362336437123414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiringlyfunny.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-but-factual-sayings.html' title='Funny but Factual Sayings'/><author><name>Gracey Green</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134941877287115044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h61/poop2760/6c55ac001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
