<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691</id><updated>2012-04-15T22:15:40.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail Joke compendium</title><subtitle type='html'>I've decided to gather and post all the e-mail jokes I get. Not necessarily because I like them. More because I think there is a better way to get your jokes than clogging up e-mail servers. So. If you have a joke you would like posted please send an e-mail to jokeblog at gmail dot com and I will post it unless it is astronomically offensive. It's hard to offend me. 
PLEASE READ THE RULES LINK!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113751822021785026</id><published>2006-01-17T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:17:00.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GYNECOLOGIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A gynecologist had become fed up with malpractice insurance and was on&lt;br /&gt;the verge of being burned out. Hoping to try another career where&lt;br /&gt;skillful hands would be beneficial, he decided to change careers and&lt;br /&gt;become a mechanic. He found out from the local technical college what&lt;br /&gt;was involved,signed up for evening classes, attended diligently, and&lt;br /&gt;learned all he could. When the time for the practical exam approached,&lt;br /&gt;the gynecologist prepared carefully for weeks, and completed the exam&lt;br /&gt;with tremendous skill. When the results came back, he was surprised to&lt;br /&gt;find that he had received a score of 150%. Fearing an error, he called&lt;br /&gt;the instructor, saying "I don't want to appear ungrateful for such an&lt;br /&gt;outstanding result, but I wondered if there had been an error which&lt;br /&gt;needed adjusting." The instructor said, "During the exam, you took the&lt;br /&gt;engine apart perfectly, which was worth 50% of the total mark. You put&lt;br /&gt;the engine back together again perfectly, which is also worth 50% of&lt;br /&gt;the mark." The instructor went on to say, "I gave you an extra 50%&lt;br /&gt;because you did all of it through the muffler."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113751822021785026?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113751822021785026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113751822021785026&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113751822021785026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113751822021785026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2006/01/gynecologist.html' title='GYNECOLOGIST'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113751819167484124</id><published>2006-01-17T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:16:32.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A man bumps into a Woman in a hotel lobby and as he does, his elbow goes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; into her breast. They are both quite startled. The man turns to her and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; says "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you'll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; forgive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; me." She replies, "If your dick is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 221."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113751819167484124?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113751819167484124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113751819167484124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113751819167484124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113751819167484124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2006/01/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the day'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113630114102432009</id><published>2006-01-03T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:12:21.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeweechu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;One beautiful December evening Pedro and his girlfriend Rosita&lt;br /&gt; were sitting by the side of the ocean. It was a romantic full moon,&lt;br /&gt; when  Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's play Weeweechu."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; "Oh no, not now, lets look at the moon" said Rosita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; "Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I play Weeweechu.&lt;br /&gt; I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; "But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; "Please, corazoncito, just once, play Weeweechu with me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll play&lt;br /&gt; Weeweechu."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; "Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; "Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;   MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;(NOW GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113630114102432009?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113630114102432009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113630114102432009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113630114102432009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113630114102432009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2006/01/weeweechu.html' title='Weeweechu'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113459072226969912</id><published>2005-12-14T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:05:22.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde's Year in Review T C</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="navy" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt;Blonde's Year in     &amp;nbsp;Review:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;           &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="navy" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="navy" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: navy;"&gt;January - Took new scarf back to store     because it was too tight.&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     February - Fired &amp;nbsp;from pharmacy job for failing to print     labels.....&amp;quot;duh&amp;quot;.....bottles &amp;nbsp;won't fit in typewriter!!!&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     March - Got excited.....finished jigsaw &amp;nbsp;puzzle in 6 months.....box     said &amp;quot;2-4 years!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     April - Trapped on &amp;nbsp;escalator for hours.....power went out!!!&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     May - Tried to make &amp;nbsp;Kool-Aid.....8 cups of water won't fit into those     little packets!!!&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     June &amp;nbsp;- Tried to go water skiing.....couldn't find a lake with a     &amp;nbsp;slope.&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     July - Lost breast stroke swimming competition.....learned later,     &amp;nbsp;other swimmers cheated,&amp;nbsp;they used their arms!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="navy" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     August - Got locked out of car in rain &amp;nbsp;storm.....car swamped, because     top was &amp;nbsp;down.&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     September - The &amp;nbsp;capital of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="navy" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="navy" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt; is     &amp;quot;C&amp;quot;.....isn't it???&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     October - Hate M &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;M's.....they are so hard to peel.&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     November - Baked turkey for 4 &amp;nbsp;1/2 days.....instructions said 1 hour     per pound and I weigh &amp;nbsp;108!!!&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;     December - Couldn't call 911.....&amp;quot;duh&amp;quot;.....there's no     &amp;quot;eleven&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;button on the phone!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="navy" face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="black" face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="navy" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt;What a year!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113459072226969912?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113459072226969912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113459072226969912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113459072226969912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113459072226969912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/12/blondes-year-in-review-t-c.html' title='Blonde&apos;s Year in Review T C'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113459064031164965</id><published>2005-12-14T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:04:00.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>l'idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Je me suis réveillé ce jour là et j'avais 45 ans. Je ne me sentais pas&lt;br /&gt;très bien, mais j'espérais que ma femme me souhaiterait un joyeux&lt;br /&gt;anniversaire. A ma grande déception, elle ne m'a même pas dit bonjour.&lt;br /&gt;Au petit déjeuné, mes enfants ne m'ont pas parlé. Arrivé au bureau, ma&lt;br /&gt;secrétaire m'a dit "Joyeux anniversaire" J'étais heureux car, elle au&lt;br /&gt;moins, s'en était souvenue, mais pas mes collègues, à ma grande&lt;br /&gt;tristesse. A midi, ma secrétaire m'a dit : "Pourquoi ne pas manger&lt;br /&gt;ensemble?". J'ai dit que c'était la plus belle chose qu'on m'ait&lt;br /&gt;proposée ce jour Nous sommes partis prendre un verre et manger&lt;br /&gt;ensemble. Sur le chemin du bureau, elle m'a dit :"Pourquoi retourner&lt;br /&gt;au boulot, si tôt,un tel jour?" Et elle me proposa de passer chez&lt;br /&gt;elle. Arrivée chez elle, elle m'a offert un verre et m'a dit : "Ca ne&lt;br /&gt;te dérange pas que je me mette à l'aise?" J'ai répondu : "Quelle&lt;br /&gt;question!" Et dans ma tête, je me disais que ça pouvait être une&lt;br /&gt;expérience intéressante. Elle est partie dans sa chambre et ... est&lt;br /&gt;revenue avec un énorme gâteau, suivie de ma femme, mes enfants, mon&lt;br /&gt;patron et tous mes collègues ... et moi, j'étais comme un con, à poil&lt;br /&gt;dans le salon!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113459064031164965?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113459064031164965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113459064031164965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113459064031164965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113459064031164965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/12/lidiot.html' title='l&apos;idiot'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113457418385521300</id><published>2005-12-14T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:29:43.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Explanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="RTEContent"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="replbq" style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The wife comes home early &amp;amp;  finds her husband in their master bedroom &lt;br&gt;  making love to a beautiful, sexy young lady!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  "You unfaithful, disrespectful pig! What are you doing? How dare you &lt;br&gt;  do this to me the faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm &lt;br&gt;  leaving this house, I want a divorce!"&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  The husband, replies "Wait, Wait a minute! Before you leave, at least &lt;br&gt;  listen to what happened"&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  "Hmm, I don't know, well, it'll be the last thing I w ill hear from &lt;br&gt;  you. But make it fast, you unfaithful pig, you!"&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  The husband begins to tell his story . . . "While driving home this &lt;br&gt;  young lady asked for a ride. I saw her so  defenseless that I went ahead &lt;br&gt;  and allowed her in my car. I noticed that she was very thin, not well &lt;br&gt;  dressed and very dirty. She mentioned that at she had not eaten for 3 &lt;br&gt;  days. With great compassion I brought her home and warmed up the &lt;br&gt;  enchiladas that I made for you last night that you wouldn't eat because &lt;br&gt;  you're afraid you'll gain weight; the poor thing practically devoured &lt;br&gt;  them."&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  "Since she was very dirty I asked if she wanted to take a shower. &lt;br&gt;  While she was showering, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of &lt;br&gt;  holes so I threw her clothes away. Since she needed clothes, I gave her &lt;br&gt;  the pair of jeans that you have had for a few years, that you can no &lt;br&gt;  longer wear because they are too tight on you, I also gave her the &lt;br&gt;  blouse that I gave you on our anniversary and you don't wear because I &lt;br&gt;  don't have good taste."&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  "I gave her the pullover that my sister gave you for Christmas that you &lt;br&gt;   will not wear just to bother my sister and I also gave her the boots &lt;br&gt;  that you bought at the expensive boutique that you never wore again &lt;br&gt;  after you saw your co-worker wearing the same pair."&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  The husband continues his story . . . . .&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  "The young woman was very grateful to me and I walked her to the door.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  When we got to the door she turned around and with tears coming out of &lt;br&gt;  her eyes, she asks me:&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  "Sir, do you have anything else that your wife does not use?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113457418385521300?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113457418385521300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113457418385521300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113457418385521300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113457418385521300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-explanation.html' title='Great Explanation'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113210197077918095</id><published>2005-11-15T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:46:10.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elle est bonne</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;THE VIBRATOR!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; As a mother passed her daughter's closed bedroom door, she heard a&lt;br /&gt;strange buzzing noise coming from within. Opening the door, she&lt;br /&gt;observed her daughter giving herself a real workout with a vibrator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Shocked, she asked, "What in the world are you doing?" The daughter replied,&lt;br /&gt; "Mom, I'm thirty-five years old, unmarried, and this thing is about as close&lt;br /&gt; as I'll ever get to a husband. Please, go away and leave me alone."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; The next day, the girl's father heard the same buzz coming from the&lt;br /&gt;other side of the closed bedroom door. Upon entering the room, he&lt;br /&gt;observed his daughter making passionate love to her vibrator. When he&lt;br /&gt;questioned her as to what she was doing, the daughter said, "Dad, I'm&lt;br /&gt;thirty-five years old, unmarried, and this thing is about as close as&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever get to a husband! Please, go away and leave me alone."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A couple days later, the wife came home from a shopping trip, placed&lt;br /&gt;the groceries on the kitchen counter, and heard that now familiar&lt;br /&gt;buzzing noise coming from, of all places, the family room. She&lt;br /&gt;cautiously entered that area and observed her husband sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;couch, staring at the TV with the vibrator next to him buzzing like&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; The wife shrieked, "What the hell are you doing?" The husband&lt;br /&gt;replied, "I'm watching the ball game with my son-in-law."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Pass this along and make someone smile today...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113210197077918095?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113210197077918095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113210197077918095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113210197077918095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113210197077918095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/11/elle-est-bonne.html' title='Elle est bonne'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113199327561216427</id><published>2005-11-14T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T13:34:35.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How do these people survive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You wonder how people like this can actually exist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;How do these people survive?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; ONE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; Recently, when I went to McDonald's I saw on the menu that&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;you could have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;for a half dozen nuggets. "We don't have half dozen nuggets," said&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;the teenager at the counter. "You don't?" I replied. "We only&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;have six, nine, or twelve," was the reply. "So I can't order a half&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;dozen nuggets, but I can order six?" "That's right." So I shook&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;my head and ordered six McNuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; TWO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; I was checking out at the local Wal-Mart with just a few&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;items and the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;lady behind me put her things on the belt close to mine. I picked&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;up one of those "dividers" that they keep by the cash register and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;placed it between our things so they wouldn't get mixed. After the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;girl had scanned all of my items, she picked up the "divider",&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;looking it all over for the bar code so she could scan it. Not&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;finding the bar code she said to me, "Do you know how much this&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;is?" I said to her "I've changed my mind, I don't think I'll buy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;that today." She said "OK," and I paid her for the things and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;left. She had no clue to what had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; THREE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; A lady at work was seen putting a credit card&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;into her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;floppy drive and pulling it out very quickly. When I inquired as to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;what she was doing, she said she was shopping on&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;the Internet and they kept asking for a credit card number, so she&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;was using the ATM "thingy."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; I recently saw a distraught young lady weeping beside her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;car. &amp;amp;;quot;Do you need some help?" I asked. She replied, "I knew I&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;should have replaced the battery to this remote door unlocker. Now&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;I can't get into my car. Do you think they (pointing to a distant&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;convenience store) would have a battery to fit this?" "Hmmm, I&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;dunno. Do you have an alarm, too?" I asked. "No, just this remote&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;thingy," she answered, handing it and the car keys to me. As I&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied, "Why&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;don't you drive over there and check about the batteries. It's a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;long&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;walk."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Several years ago, we had an Intern who was none too swift.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;One day she was typing and turned to a secretary and said, "I'm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;almost out of typing paper. What do I do?" "Just use copier&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;machine paper," the secretary told her. With that, the intern took&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;her last remaining blank piece of paper, put it on the photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;and proceeded to make five "blank" copies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; SIX&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; A large motor home was towed into a car dealership a while&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;ago. The front of the vehicle was in dire need of repair and the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;whole thing generally looked like an extra in "Twister." When the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;manager was asked what had happened. He said that the driver had&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;set the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;"cruise&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;control" and then went in the back to make a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; My neighbor works in the operations department in the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;central office of a large bank. Employees in the field call him&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;when they have problems with their computers. One night he got a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;call from a woman in one of the branch banks who had this question:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;"I've got smoke coming from the back of my terminal. Do you guys&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;have a fire downtown?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; Police in Radnor, Pa., interrogated a suspect by placing a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;metal colander on his head and connecting it with wires to a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;photocopy machine. The message "He's lying" was&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;placed in the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;copier, and police pressed the copy button each time they&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;thought the suspect wasn't telling the truth. Believing the "lie&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;detector" was working, the suspect confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; NINE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt; A mother calls 911 very worried asking the dispatcher if&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;she needs to take her kid to the emergency room, the kid was eating&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;ants. The dispatcher tells her to give the kid some Benadryl and&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;should be fine, the mother says, I just gave him some ant&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;killer..... Dispatcher: Rush him to emergency!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113199327561216427?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113199327561216427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113199327561216427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113199327561216427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113199327561216427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-do-these-people-survive.html' title='How do these people survive?'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113050671051846017</id><published>2005-10-28T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:38:30.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T MESS WITH MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"&gt; &lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;DON'T MESS WITH MOM&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-US&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Child's Comments and Thoughts&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;My son came home from school one day,&lt;BR&gt;with a smirk upon his face.&lt;BR&gt;He decided he was smart enough,&lt;BR&gt;to put me in my place.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;"Guess what I learned in Civics Two,&lt;BR&gt;that's taught by Mr. Wright?&lt;BR&gt;It's all about the laws today,&lt;BR&gt;The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;It says I need not clean my room,&lt;BR&gt;don't have to cut my hair&lt;BR&gt;No one can tell me what to think,&lt;BR&gt;or speak, or what to wear.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I have freedom from religion,&lt;BR&gt;and regardless what you say,&lt;BR&gt;I don't have to bow my head,&lt;BR&gt;and I sure don't have to pray.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I can wear earrings if I want,&lt;BR&gt;and pierce my tongue &amp;amp;nose.&lt;BR&gt;I can read &amp;amp; watch just what I like,&lt;BR&gt;get tattoos  from head to toe.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;And if you ever spank me,&lt;BR&gt;I'll charge you with a crime.&lt;BR&gt;I'll back up all my charges,&lt;BR&gt;with the marks on my behind.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Don't you ever touch me,&lt;BR&gt;my body's only for my use,&lt;BR&gt;not for your hugs and kisses,&lt;BR&gt;that's just more child abuse.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Don't preach about your morals,&lt;BR&gt;like your Mama did to you.&lt;BR&gt;That's nothing more than mind control,&lt;BR&gt;And it's illegal too!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Mom, I have these children's rights,&lt;BR&gt;so you can't influence me,&lt;BR&gt;or I'll call Children's Services Division,&lt;BR&gt;better known&amp;nbsp; as C.S.D."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mom's Reply and Thoughts&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Of course my first instinct was&lt;BR&gt;to toss him out the door.&lt;BR&gt;But the chance to teach him a lesson&lt;BR&gt;made me think a little more.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I mulled it over carefully,&lt;BR&gt;I couldn't let this go.&lt;BR&gt;A smile crept upon my face,&lt;BR&gt;he's messing with a pro.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Next day I took him  shopping&lt;BR&gt;at the local Goodwill Store..&lt;BR&gt;I told him, "Pick out all you want,&lt;BR&gt;there's shirts &amp;amp;pants galore.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I've called and checked with C.S.D.&lt;BR&gt;who said they didn't care&lt;BR&gt;if I bought you K-Mart shoes&lt;BR&gt;instead of those Nike Airs.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I've cancelled that appointment&lt;BR&gt;to take your driver's test.&lt;BR&gt;The C.S.D. is unconcerned&lt;BR&gt;so I'll decide what's best."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I said "No time to stop and eat,&lt;BR&gt;or pick up stuff to munch.&lt;BR&gt;And tomorrow you can start to learn&lt;BR&gt;to make your own sack lunch.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Just save the raging appetite,&lt;BR&gt;and wait till dinner time.&lt;BR&gt;We're having liver and onions,&lt;BR&gt;a favourite dish of mine."&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;He asked "Can I please rent a movie,&lt;BR&gt;to watch on my VCR?"&lt;BR&gt;"Sorry, but I sold your TV,&lt;BR&gt;for new tires on my car.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I also rented out your room,&lt;BR&gt;you'll take the couch instead.&lt;BR&gt;The C.S.D. requires&lt;BR&gt;just a roof over your head.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Your clothing won't be trendy  now,&lt;BR&gt;I'll choose what we eat.&lt;BR&gt;That allowance that you used to get,&lt;BR&gt;will buy me something neat.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I'm selling off your jet ski,&lt;BR&gt;dirt-bike &amp;amp; roller blades.&lt;BR&gt;Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',&lt;BR&gt;It's in effect today!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Hey hot shot, are you crying,&lt;BR&gt;Why are you on your knees?&lt;BR&gt;Are you asking God to help you out,&lt;BR&gt;instead of C.S.D..?"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;Send to all people that have teenagers or have already raised teenagers, or have children who will soon be teenagers or those who will be parents someday&lt;BR&gt;OR ANYONE WHO'D JUST GET A LAUGH .I love this One!!!&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;from a MOM&lt;BR&gt;(&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;M&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;ean &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;O&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;ld &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"&gt;M&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;other.)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;RENAMED_DIV&gt;&lt;RENAMED_DIV&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113050671051846017?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113050671051846017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113050671051846017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113050671051846017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113050671051846017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-mess-with-mom.html' title='DON&apos;T MESS WITH MOM'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-113030314860139010</id><published>2005-10-26T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:05:48.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leroy is a 20 year-old 5th grader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;This is Leroy's homework assignment.&lt;br /&gt;He must use each vocabulary word in a sentence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;1. Hotel - I gave my girlfriend crabs, and the ho tel everybody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;2. Dictate - My girlfriend say my dictate good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;3. Catacomb - I saw Don King at da fight the other night. Man, somebody get&lt;br /&gt;that catacomb!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;4. Foreclose - If I pay alimony today, I got no money foreclose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;5. Rectum - I had two Cadillacs, but my bitch rectum both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;6. Disappointment - My parole officer tol' me if I miss disappointment they&lt;br /&gt;gonna send me back to the joint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;7. Penis - I went to the doctors and he handed me a cup and said penis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 8. Israel - Tito try to sell me a Rolex. I say, "man, it look fake." He&lt;br /&gt;say, "Bullshit, that watch israel."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 9. Undermine - There's a fine lookin' ho living in the apartment undermine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;10. Acoustic - When I was little, my uncle bought me acoustic and took me to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;the poolhall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 11. Iraq - When we got to the poolhall, I tol' my uncle iraq, you Break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 12. Stain - My mother-in-law stopped by and I axed her, Do you plan on&lt;br /&gt;stain for dinner?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;13. Fortify - I axed this ho on da street, "how much?" she say "fortify."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;14. Income - I just got in bed wif da ho and income my wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; Furthering your education with today's Ebonic word:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Today's word is :"OMELETTE"&lt;br /&gt;Let us use it in a sentence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; "I should pop yo ass fo FORWARDIN dis, but omelette dis one slide."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-113030314860139010?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/113030314860139010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=113030314860139010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113030314860139010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/113030314860139010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/10/leroy-is-20-year-old-5th-grader.html' title='Leroy is a 20 year-old 5th grader.'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112966407454367930</id><published>2005-10-18T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:34:35.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Evening Classes for Men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                        NEW EVENING CLASSES FOR MEN!&lt;br /&gt;                               ALL ARE WELCOME&lt;br /&gt;                              OPEN TO MEN ONLY&lt;br /&gt;    Note: due to the complexity and level of difficulty, each course will&lt;br /&gt;                   accept a maximum of eight participants&lt;br /&gt;   The course covers two days, and topics covered in this course include:&lt;br /&gt;                                   DAY ONE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                         HOW TO FILL ICE CUBE TRAYS&lt;br /&gt;                 Step by step guide with slide presentation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                 TOILET ROLLS- DO THEY GROW ON THE HOLDERS?&lt;br /&gt;                            Roundtable discussion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                 DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LAUNDRY BASKET &amp;amp; FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;               Practicing with hamper (Pictures and graphics)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;   DISHES &amp;amp; SILVERWARE; DO THEY LEVITATE/FLY TO KITCHEN SINK OR DISHWASHER&lt;br /&gt;                               BY THEMSELVES?&lt;br /&gt;                      Debate among a panel of experts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                              LOSS OF VIRILITY&lt;br /&gt;     Losing the remote control to your significant other - Help line and&lt;br /&gt;                               support groups&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                         LEARNING HOW TO FIND THINGS&lt;br /&gt;    Starting with looking in the right place instead of turning the house&lt;br /&gt;                  upside down while screaming - Open forum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                                   DAY TWO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;        EMPTY MILK CARTONS; DO THEY BELONG IN THE FRIDGE OR THE BIN?&lt;br /&gt;                       Group discussion and role play&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;      HEALTH WATCH; BRINGING HER FLOWERS IS NOT HARMFUL TO YOUR HEALTH&lt;br /&gt;                           PowerPoint presentation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                    REAL MEN ASK FOR DIRECTIONS WHEN LOST&lt;br /&gt;               Real life testimonial from the one man who did&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;     IS IT GENETICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO SIT QUIETLY AS SHE PARALLEL PARKS?&lt;br /&gt;                             Driving simulation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;     LIVING WITH ADULTS; BASIC DIFFERENCES BETWEEN YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR&lt;br /&gt;                                   PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;                        Online class and role playing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;                   HOW TO BE THE IDEAL SHOPPING COMPANION&lt;br /&gt;          Relaxation exercises, meditation and breathing techniques&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;     REMEMBERING IMPORTANT DATES &amp;amp; CALLING WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE&lt;br /&gt;                     Bring your calendar or PDA to class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;     GETTING OVER IT; LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH BEING WRONG ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;                       Individual counselors available&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112966407454367930?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112966407454367930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112966407454367930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112966407454367930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112966407454367930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-evening-classes-for-men.html' title='New Evening Classes for Men!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112921511928137730</id><published>2005-10-13T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:51:59.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bus Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Two bowling teams, one of all blondes and one of all brunettes, charter&lt;br /&gt;a double-decker bus for a weekend for a bowling tournament in Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;City.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The brunette team rides in the bottom of the bus, and the blonde team&lt;br /&gt;rides on the top level. The brunette team down below is whooping it&lt;br /&gt;having a great time, when one of them realizes she doesn't hear anything&lt;br /&gt;from the blondes upstairs.  She decides to go up and investigate. When&lt;br /&gt;the brunette reaches the  top, she finds all the blondes frozen in fear,&lt;br /&gt;staring straight ahead at the road and clutching the seats in front of&lt;br /&gt;them. They all had white knuckles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The brunette says, "What's goin' on up here? We're having a  great time&lt;br /&gt;downstairs!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;One of the blondes looks up and says to her, "Yeah, but you've got a&lt;br /&gt;driver!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112921511928137730?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112921511928137730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112921511928137730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112921511928137730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112921511928137730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/10/bus-ride.html' title='The Bus Ride'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112911998780438317</id><published>2005-10-12T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:26:27.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to offend everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=black size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Something to offend everyone&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0.25in; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Juan on Juan&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What is a Yankee?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What is the difference between a Harley and a &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Hoover&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The position of the dirt bag&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why is divorce so expensive?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Because it's worth it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Doughnuts&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why is air a lot like sex?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What do you call a smart blonde?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A golden retriever.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What do attorneys use for birth control?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Their personalities.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;  COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;10 years and 45 lbs&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;45 minutes&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What's the fastest way to a man's heart?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Through his chest with a sharp knife.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY:  Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why do men want to marry virgins?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;They can't stand criticism.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Because those men already have boyfriends.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;After a year, the dog is still excited to see you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What did the blonde say when she found out she was pregnant?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;"Are you sure it's mine?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why does Mike Tyson cry during sex?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Mace will do that to you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why did OJ Simpson want to move to &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;West Virginia&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; ?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Everyone has the same DNA.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Breasts don't have eyes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR:  #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Where does an Irish family go on vacation?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A different bar.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Did you hear about the Chinese couple that had a retarded baby?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;They named him "Sum Ting Wong".&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A speech impediment.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with "a recipe".&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F word?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000040 size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000040; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112911998780438317?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112911998780438317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112911998780438317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112911998780438317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112911998780438317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/10/something-to-offend-everyone.html' title='Something to offend everyone'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112802257162829118</id><published>2005-09-29T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:36:13.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Out Of Office Auto Replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Best Out Of Office Auto Replies&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. I am currently out at a job interview and will&lt;br /&gt;reply to you if I fail to get the position. Be&lt;br /&gt;prepared for my mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;2. You are receiving this automatic notification&lt;br /&gt;because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances&lt;br /&gt;are you wouldn't have received anything at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;3. I will be unable to delete all the unread,&lt;br /&gt;worthless emails you send me until I return from&lt;br /&gt;holiday on 4 April. Please be patient and your mail&lt;br /&gt;will be deleted in the order it was received.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;4. Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been&lt;br /&gt;charged $5.99 for the first ten words and $1.99 for&lt;br /&gt;each additional word in your message.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;5. The e-mail server is unable to verify your server&lt;br /&gt;connection and is unable to deliver this message.&lt;br /&gt;Please restart your computer and try sending again.&lt;br /&gt;(The beauty of this is that when you return, you can&lt;br /&gt;see how many in-duh-viduals did this over and over).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;6. Thank you for your message, which has been added to&lt;br /&gt;a queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place,&lt;br /&gt;and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19&lt;br /&gt;weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;7. I've run away to join a different circus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;AND, FINALLY, THIS ONE TAKES THE CAKE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;8. I will be out of the office for the next 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;for medical reasons. When I return, please refer to me&lt;br /&gt;as 'Margaret' instead of 'Steve'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112802257162829118?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112802257162829118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112802257162829118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112802257162829118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112802257162829118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-out-of-office-auto-replies.html' title='Best Out Of Office Auto Replies'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112801898847028836</id><published>2005-09-29T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:03:37.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>toilet cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions for cleaning the toilet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lift the lid on the toilet and fill it with 1/8 cup of animal shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take the cat in your arms and stroke it gently while slowly moving in the direction of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At a suitable moment, throw the cat into the toilet bowl and close the lid quickly and either stand or sit on the lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The cat will now start the cleaning process and will produce generate plenty of foam.  Do not be concerned about the loud noises coming from the toilet; your cat is enjoying himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After several minutes flush the toilet to start the Power-wash pre-wash and then flush again for the main wash cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ask someone to open the front door and ensure that no-one is between the toilet and the front door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Get off the toilet seat and from a safe distance open the toilet lid quickly.  The cat will dry off naturally due to the high speed he will be moving from the toilet to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The toilet and the cat are now both clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Dog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112801898847028836?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112801898847028836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112801898847028836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112801898847028836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112801898847028836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/toilet-cleaning.html' title='toilet cleaning'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112784156938773854</id><published>2005-09-27T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:44:17.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS THAT HALLMARK CARDS DON'T SAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&amp;gt;THINGS THAT HALLMARK CARDS DON'T SAY&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;My tire was thumping.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I thought it was flat&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;When I looked at the tire...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I noticed your cat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Heard your wife left you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;How upset you must be.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;But don't fret about it...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;She moved in with me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Looking back over the years&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;that we've been together,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I can't help but wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;"What the hell was I thinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Congratulations on your wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Too bad no one likes your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;! ;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;How could two people as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Have such an ugly baby?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I've always wanted to have&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;someone to hold, someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;After having met you .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I've changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I must admit, you brought Religion into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I never believed in Hell until I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;That you're not here to ruin it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Congratulations on your promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Before you go...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Would you like to take this knife out of my back?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;You'll probably need it again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Happy Birthday, Uncle Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;(Available only in Tennessee, Kentucky &amp; West Virginia)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Happy birthday! You look great for your age.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Almost Lifelike!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;When we were together,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;you always said you'd die for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Now that we've broken up,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I think it's time you kept your promise.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;We have been friends for a very long time ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;let's say we stop?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;I'm so miserable without you .....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;it's almost like you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Congratulations on your new bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Did you ever find out who the father was?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Your friends and I wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;something special for your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;So we're having you put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;So your daughter's a hooker, and it spoiled your day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;Look at the bright side, it's really good pay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112784156938773854?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112784156938773854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112784156938773854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112784156938773854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112784156938773854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-that-hallmark-cards-dont-say.html' title='THINGS THAT HALLMARK CARDS DON&apos;T SAY'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112750544802516046</id><published>2005-09-23T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:57:30.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderalla</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;Cinderella is now 95 years old.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT color=blue size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&amp;nbsp;After a fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon her&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;named Bob for companionship.&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Bookman Old Style" color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: blue; FONT-FAMILY: 'Bookman Old Style'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;years"?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;since I last saw you.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?" Cinderella was taken&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;first wish:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;"The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor.&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;I'm living hand to mouth on my disability checks, and I wish I were wealthy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;beyond comprehension. Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother"&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The fairy godmother replied "it is the least that I can do.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What do you want for your second wish?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&amp;nbsp;At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned.&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for years.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;And then the fairy  godmother spoke once more:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;You have one more wish; what shall it be?"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;"I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind and handsome young&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;man."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;biological&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;make-up that, when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;likes&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;of him neither she nor the world had ever seen.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Courier New"&gt;The fairy godmother said,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;"Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life. With a blazing shock of&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as suddenly as she&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;appeared.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes.&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;perfect&lt;FONT color=blue&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: blue"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;man she had ever seen.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;chair&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;, and held her close in his young muscular arms.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath as he&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;whispered..........&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;TT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New"&gt;"Bet you're sorry you neutered me."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Courier New" size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112750544802516046?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112750544802516046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112750544802516046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112750544802516046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112750544802516046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/cinderalla.html' title='Cinderalla'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112732646034540950</id><published>2005-09-21T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:14:20.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We never win!! (Poor guys!!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning&lt;br /&gt;back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday&lt;br /&gt;was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'd like to be six again, she replied, still looking in the mirror.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;On the morning of her birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big&lt;br /&gt;bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the&lt;br /&gt;Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there&lt;br /&gt;was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head&lt;br /&gt;was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal&lt;br /&gt;with extra fries and a chocolate shake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite&lt;br /&gt;candy, M&amp;amp;M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with&lt;br /&gt;her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, Well&lt;br /&gt;Dear, what was it like being six again??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. "I meant&lt;br /&gt;my dress size, you dumb ass!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The moral of the story:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SEND THIS TO SMART WOMEN WHO NEED A LAUGH AND TO MEN YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112732646034540950?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112732646034540950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112732646034540950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112732646034540950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112732646034540950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-never-win-poor-guys.html' title='We never win!! (Poor guys!!!!)'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112673169257680656</id><published>2005-09-14T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:01:32.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A mathematical viewpoint</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all&lt;br /&gt;been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How&lt;br /&gt;about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T&lt;br /&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.&lt;br /&gt;A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that While Hard work&lt;br /&gt;and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there,&lt;br /&gt;it's the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112673169257680656?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112673169257680656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112673169257680656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112673169257680656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112673169257680656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/mathematical-viewpoint.html' title='A mathematical viewpoint'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112673165104402098</id><published>2005-09-14T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:00:51.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke...Ça surprend......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Un gars, dans un taxi, veut parler au chauffeur. Il se penche et, pour&lt;br /&gt;attirer son attention, lui tape sur l'épaule. Le chauffeur jette un&lt;br /&gt;cri de mort, crampe le volant et appuie sur l'accélérateur si bien&lt;br /&gt;qu'il sort de la route et va écraser la voiture sur un poteau. Le&lt;br /&gt;pauvre client, tout secoué, s'excuse auprès du chauffeur: "Je ne&lt;br /&gt;voulais vraiment pas vous faire peur, mais que s'est-il passé?"  Le&lt;br /&gt;chauffeur répond: "Ce n'est vraiment pas votre faute. C'est ma&lt;br /&gt;première journée comme chauffeur de taxi. Ça faisait 25 ans que je&lt;br /&gt;conduisais des corbillards".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112673165104402098?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112673165104402098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112673165104402098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112673165104402098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112673165104402098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/jokea-surprend.html' title='Joke...Ça surprend......'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112671692369424694</id><published>2005-09-14T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:05:11.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY WE LOVE LITTLE CHILDREN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; KIDS IN GRADE SCHOOL DO THINK FAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;WEBSTER: Because of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What sign&lt;br /&gt;WEBSTER: The one that says, "School Ahead, Go Slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Cindy, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;CINDY: You told me to do it without using tables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, how do you spell "crocodile?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: H I J K L M N O!!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: Yesterday you said it's H to O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Willie, name one important thing we have today that we&lt;br /&gt;didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;WILLIE: Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Tommy, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Ellen, give me a sentence starting with "I."&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN: I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Ellen. Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN: All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY: "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the&lt;br /&gt;same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry&lt;br /&gt;tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father&lt;br /&gt;didn't punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY: "Because George still had the ax in his hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Sam, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SAM: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Desmond, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as&lt;br /&gt;your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;DESMOND: No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people&lt;br /&gt;are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: A teacher.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was&lt;br /&gt;dead. "How do you know that the cat was dead?" she asked her pupil.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move," answered the child&lt;br /&gt;innocently.You did WHAT ? ! ?" the teacher exclaimed in surprise. "You&lt;br /&gt;know,"explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and it&lt;br /&gt;didn't move."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes&lt;br /&gt;later....."Da-ad...." "What?" "I'm thirsty. Can you bring drink of&lt;br /&gt;water?" "No, You had your chance. Lights out." Five minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;"Da-aaaad....." "WHAT?" "I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??" I&lt;br /&gt;told you NO! If  you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!" Five minutes&lt;br /&gt;later......"Daaaa-aaaad...."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!" "When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 3. An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief,&lt;br /&gt;finally asked him "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy&lt;br /&gt;thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in and out&lt;br /&gt;and keep slamming the door until St Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake,&lt;br /&gt;Dylan, come in or stay out!'"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 4. One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was&lt;br /&gt;tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he&lt;br /&gt;asked with a tremor in his voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;tonight?" The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't&lt;br /&gt;dear," she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room." A long silence was&lt;br /&gt;broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The big sissy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 5. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the&lt;br /&gt;children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One&lt;br /&gt;little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat&lt;br /&gt;down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress.&lt;br /&gt;Is it your Easter Dress?" The little girl replied, directly into the&lt;br /&gt;pastor's clip-on  microphone,"Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to&lt;br /&gt;iron."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 6 When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year&lt;br /&gt;old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the&lt;br /&gt;shower. She said, "Mommy, you are getting fat!" I replied, "Yes,&lt;br /&gt;honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy." "I know," she&lt;br /&gt;replied, but what's growing in your butt?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt; 7 A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, "Two&lt;br /&gt;plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a&lt;br /&gt;bitch is nine..." His mother heard what he was saying and gasped,&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math&lt;br /&gt;homework, Mom." "And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?"&lt;br /&gt;the mother asked. "Yes," he answered. Infuriated, the mother asked the&lt;br /&gt;teacher the next day, "What are you teaching my son in math?" The&lt;br /&gt;teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition." The mother&lt;br /&gt;asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a&lt;br /&gt;bitch is four?" After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered,&lt;br /&gt;"What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, ".... and so Chicken Little&lt;br /&gt;went up to the farmer and said, "The sky is falling, the sky is&lt;br /&gt;falling!" The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you&lt;br /&gt;think that farmer said? "One little girl raised her hand and said, "I&lt;br /&gt;think he said: 'Holy Shit! A talking chicken!'" The teacher was unable&lt;br /&gt;to teach for the next 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Sugarbrown's daughter." Her mother told her this was wrong, she must&lt;br /&gt;say, "I'm Jane Sugarbrown." The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School,&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?" She replied, "I&lt;br /&gt;thought I was, but mother says I'm not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with&lt;br /&gt;the boys?" Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys,&lt;br /&gt;they're too rough." The little girl thought about it for a few moments&lt;br /&gt;and asked, "If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep that smile on your face and pass it on to someone else!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112671692369424694?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112671692369424694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112671692369424694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112671692369424694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112671692369424694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-we-love-little-children.html' title='WHY WE LOVE LITTLE CHILDREN'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112671680136532297</id><published>2005-09-14T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T13:01:09.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PAS EPAIS A PEU PRES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ORGASME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Une femme ne réussissait jamais à atteindre l'orgasme lorsqu'elle&lt;br /&gt;faisait l'amour avec son mari. Un jour, elle lui dit :"Chéri, cette nuit, j'ai fait un rêve incroyable. On était en train de faire l'amour et au-dessus de nous, sur l'armoire, il y avait un homme de race noire qui agitait un éventail et j'ai eu un orgasme incroyable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*Le couple décide de concrétiser le rêve. Ils sortent de chez eux, trouvent un grand noir et lui proposent 100$ s'il accepte de venir agiter un éventail sur l'armoire pendant qu'ils font l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;Le noir accepte et ils vont directement dans la chambre à coucher. Le couple commence à faire l'amour et le noir agite l'éventail mais, malheureusement, sans aucun résultat : la femme n'atteint toujours pas l'orgasme.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Elle propose alors à son mari de changer de place avec le noir. Le mari, un peu perplexe, accepte. L'échange se fait et, peu de temps après, la femme hurle de plaisir. Lorsque les deux ont terminé, le mari redescend de son armoire, s'approche du noir et lui dit: "J'espère que t'as compris comment il faut agiter l'éventail, s'tied'épais". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112671680136532297?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112671680136532297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112671680136532297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112671680136532297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112671680136532297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/pas-epais-peu-pres.html' title='PAS EPAIS A PEU PRES...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112567645390349773</id><published>2005-09-02T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:54:13.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutty Headlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;THE YEAR'S BEST [actual] HEADLINES OF 2004: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Crack Found on &lt;br /&gt;Governor's Daughter &lt;br /&gt;[Imagine that!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says &lt;br /&gt;[No, really?] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers &lt;br /&gt;[Now that's taking things a bit far!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus? &lt;br /&gt;[Not if I wipe thoroughly!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Panda Mating Fails; &lt;br /&gt;Veterinarian Takes Over &lt;br /&gt;[What a guy!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Miners Refuse to Work after Death &lt;br /&gt;[No-good-for-nothing' lazy so-and-sos!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant &lt;br /&gt;[See if that works any better than a fair trial!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;War Dims Hope for Peace &lt;br /&gt;[I can see where it might have that effect!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile &lt;br /&gt;[You think?] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Cold Wave Linked &lt;br /&gt;to Temperatures &lt;br /&gt;[Who would have thought!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police &lt;br /&gt;Suspect Homicide &lt;br /&gt;[They may be on to something!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Red Tape Holds &lt;br /&gt;Up New Bridges &lt;br /&gt;[You mean there's something stronger than duct tape?] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Man Struck By Lightning: Faces Battery Charge &lt;br /&gt;[he probably IS the battery charge!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger &lt;br /&gt;Test Group &lt;br /&gt;[Weren't they fat enough?!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Astronaut Takes &lt;br /&gt;Blame for Gas &lt;br /&gt;in Spacecraft &lt;br /&gt;[That's what he gets for eating those beans!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Kids Make Nutritious &lt;br /&gt;Snacks &lt;br /&gt;[Taste like chicken?] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Local High School &lt;br /&gt;Dropouts Cut in Half &lt;br /&gt;[Chainsaw Massacre all over again!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hospitals are Sued &lt;br /&gt;by 7 Foot Doctors &lt;br /&gt;[Boy, are they tall!] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And the winner is.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Typhoon Rips Through &lt;br /&gt;Cemetery; Hundreds Dead &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Did I read that sign right? Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your&lt;br /&gt;turn to spread the stupidity &lt;br /&gt;and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;(Maybe even a chuckle). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;We all need a good laugh, keep on smiling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112567645390349773?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112567645390349773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112567645390349773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112567645390349773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112567645390349773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/nutty-headlines.html' title='Nutty Headlines'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112564675465406436</id><published>2005-09-02T03:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T03:39:14.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;I thought you would want to know about this e-mail virus. Even the most advanced programs from Norton or McAfee cannot take care of this one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;It appears to affect those who were born prior to 1965.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Symptoms:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;1. Causes you to send the same e-mail twice.&amp;nbsp; done that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;2. Causes you to send a blank e-mail!&amp;nbsp; that too!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;3. Causes you to send e-mail to the wrong person. yep!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;4. Causes you to send it back to the person who sent it to you. who me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;5. Causes you to forget to attach the attachment.&amp;nbsp; well darn!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;6. Causes you to hit &amp;quot;SEND&amp;quot; before you've finished. oh no - not again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;7. Causes you to hit &amp;quot;DELETE&amp;quot; instead of &amp;quot;SEND.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; and I just hate that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;8. Causes you to hit &amp;quot;SEND&amp;quot; when you should &amp;quot;DELETE.&amp;quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;Oh No!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;IT IS CALLED THE &amp;quot;C-NILE VIRUS.&amp;quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112564675465406436?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112564675465406436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112564675465406436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112564675465406436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112564675465406436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/horrible-virus.html' title='Horrible virus'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15679691.post-112558620451819727</id><published>2005-09-01T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:50:04.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"&gt; &lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-CA&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-CA style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;to watch in your spare time... &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-CA&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-CA style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.mybigball.com/home.html"&gt;http://www.mybigball.com/home.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=EN-CA&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.mybigball.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15679691-112558620451819727?l=emailjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/112558620451819727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15679691&amp;postID=112558620451819727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112558620451819727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15679691/posts/default/112558620451819727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailjoke.blogspot.com/2005/09/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03969968253632403884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
