<?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-5650112493411067992</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:52:31.693-05:00</updated><category term='GET OUT OF WORK'/><category term='bishop'/><category term='bush jokes'/><category term='Tax jokes'/><category term='childred jokes'/><category term='diet jokes'/><category term='thanksgiving jokes'/><category term='bad boy jokes'/><category term='religious jokes'/><category term='no arm jokes'/><category term='husband jokes'/><category term='wal-mart'/><category term='wine'/><category term='Hollywwod Squres'/><category term='swine flu jokes'/><category term='IRS jokes'/><category term='childrens jokes'/><category term='drinking jokes'/><category term='out of the mouth of children'/><category term='detroit lions jokes'/><category term='Court'/><category term='womans jokes'/><category term='native american'/><category term='computer'/><category term='alcohol jokes'/><category term='attorney'/><category term='catholic jokes'/><category term='animal jokes'/><category term='BLONDE JOKES'/><category term='Redneck jokes'/><category term='old age jokes'/><category term='dumb jokes'/><category term='medical jokes'/><category term='Donkey'/><category term='irish jokes'/><category term='work jokes'/><category term='future'/><category term='texas jokes'/><category term='recycle'/><category term='tent'/><category term='cheap wine'/><category term='names'/><category term='condom'/><category term='HOOKED ON PHONICS'/><category term='economy jokes'/><category term='president jokes'/><category term='halloween jokes'/><category term='going green'/><category term='lawyer jokes'/><category term='political jokes'/><category term='lone ranger'/><category term='home depot jokes'/><category term='SCAMS'/><category term='wisconsin'/><category term='tonto'/><category term='maxine'/><category term='STOLEN PURSE'/><category term='old jokes'/><category term='walmart'/><category term='marriage jokes'/><category term='living will'/><category term='holiday jokes'/><category term='doctor jokes'/><title type='text'>Laughter is the Best Medicine</title><subtitle type='html'>These are just some of my favorite jokes to help you get thru the day.  They are in no way intended to offend any one.  If so Please dont read!  If you have a family friendly joke please post it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8310376388463667482</id><published>2010-12-08T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:26:50.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childrens jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><title type='text'>Butt Dust</title><content type='html'>JACK (age 3)&lt;br /&gt;was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: 'Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE (age 5)&lt;br /&gt;asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN (age 3)&lt;br /&gt;hugged and kissed his Mom good night. 'I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY (age 4)&lt;br /&gt;had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked 'How does it know it's me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSAN (age 4)&lt;br /&gt;was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said, 'It makes my teeth cough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ (age 4)&lt;br /&gt;stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I cost?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried when his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: 'Why is he whispering in her mouth?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY(age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: 'The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.' Concerned, James asked: 'What happened to the flea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon this Mom will never forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust...' He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked in her shrill four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8310376388463667482?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8310376388463667482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8310376388463667482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8310376388463667482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8310376388463667482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2010/12/butt-dust.html' title='Butt Dust'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6932036148654285254</id><published>2009-12-08T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:13:01.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday jokes'/><title type='text'>Bad Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align=center&gt;Bad Santa&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sx56vuGWv6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/pe3X7L2t18o/s1600-h/Bad+Santa%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sx56vuGWv6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/pe3X7L2t18o/s400/Bad+Santa%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412898762393042850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6932036148654285254?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6932036148654285254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6932036148654285254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6932036148654285254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6932036148654285254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-santa.html' title='Bad Santa'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sx56vuGWv6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/pe3X7L2t18o/s72-c/Bad+Santa%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1239063943406577167</id><published>2009-11-03T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:33:23.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional signs</title><content type='html'>Sign over a Gynecologist's Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Jones, at your cervix."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Podiatrist's Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time wounds all heels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************** *********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Septic Tank Truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Meals on Wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Proctologist's Door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To expedite your visit, please back in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Plumber's Truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We repair what your husband fixed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Another Plumber's Truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Church's Billboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7 days without God makes one weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Tire Shop in Milwaukee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Invite us to your next blowout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Towing Company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an Electrician's Truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us remove your shorts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Non-smoking Area:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Maternity Room Door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Push. Push. Push."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At an Optometrist's Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Taxidermist's Window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We really know our stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Fence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Car Dealership:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a Muffler Shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No appointment necessary. We hear you coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Veterinarian's Waiting Room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Electric Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We would be delighted if you send in your payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you don't, you will be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************** ************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Restaurant Window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stand there and be hungry; come on in and get fed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Front Yard of a Funeral Home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drive carefully. We'll wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Propane Filling Station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank heaven for little grills."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget the sign at a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICAGO RADIATOR SHOP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best place in town to take a leak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign on the Back of Another Septic Tank Truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caution - This Truck is full of Political Promises"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1239063943406577167?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1239063943406577167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1239063943406577167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1239063943406577167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1239063943406577167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/11/professional-signs.html' title='Professional signs'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-440075015874277957</id><published>2009-10-06T12:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:05:37.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor jokes'/><title type='text'>Doctors</title><content type='html'>1. A man comes into the ER and yells, 'My wife's going to have her baby in the cab! I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear... Suddenly, I noticed that there were several cabs -- and I was in the wrong one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Antonio , TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. At the beginning of my shift, I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall.... Big breaths, I instructed. Yes, they used to be, replied the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle , WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a, 'massive internal fart.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. Which one, I asked? The patch, the nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours, and now I'm running out of places to put it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had him quickly undress, and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk , VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, How long have you been bedridden?&lt;br /&gt;After a look of complete confusion, she answered.... Why, not for about twenty years -- when my husband was alive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson, Corvallis , OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was caring for a woman and asked, 'So, how's your breakfast this morning? It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste,' the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly, and the woman produced a foil packet labeled 'KY Jelly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit , MI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A nurse was on duty in the emergency room when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, entered. It was quickly determined that the patient had acute appendicitis, so she was scheduled for immediate surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo that read, 'Keep off the grass.' Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, which said, 'Sorry, had to mow the lawn.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submitted by RN, no name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB , I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams. To cover my embarrassment, I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up from my work and sheepishly said, I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, No doctor, but the song you were whistling was, 'I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor wouldn't submit his name (Can't blame him)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-440075015874277957?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/440075015874277957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=440075015874277957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/440075015874277957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/440075015874277957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/10/doctors.html' title='Doctors'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1214144781348560815</id><published>2009-09-24T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:08:09.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political jokes'/><title type='text'>Health Care Plan</title><content type='html'>Finally the doctors have spoken up about the Obama Health Care Plan and it all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the American Medical Association has weighed in on the new Health Care Initiatives from the Obama Administration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Allergists voted to scratch it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Obstetricians felt they were all laboring under a misconception. Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body!" while the Pediatricians said, 'Oh, Grow up!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oncologists fear it's malignant, while Osteopaths see it as holistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing. The Internists thought it was a bitter pill to swallow, and the Plastic Surgeons said, "This puts a whole new face on the matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas, and the Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1214144781348560815?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1214144781348560815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1214144781348560815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1214144781348560815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1214144781348560815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/09/health-care-plan.html' title='Health Care Plan'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3266303161926632213</id><published>2009-09-11T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:23:03.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Repair</title><content type='html'>A Kansas farm wife called the local phone company to report her telephone failed to ring when her friends called - and that on the few occasions, when it did ring, her dog always moaned right before the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone repairman proceeded to the scene, curious to see this psychic dog or senile lady. He climbed a telephone pole, hooked in his test set, and dialed the subscriber's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone didn't ring right away, but then the dog moaned and the telephone began to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing down from the pole, the telephone repairman found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The dog was tied to the telephone system's ground wire with a steel chain and collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The wire connection to the ground rod was loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The dog was receiving 90 volts of signaling current when the number was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After a couple of jolts, the dog would start moaning and then urinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The wet ground would complete the circuit , thus causing the phone to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which demonstrates that some problems CAN be fixed by pissing and moaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3266303161926632213?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3266303161926632213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3266303161926632213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3266303161926632213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3266303161926632213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/09/phone-repair.html' title='Phone Repair'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2800538079035351131</id><published>2009-08-27T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:44:11.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy jokes'/><title type='text'>Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>The Top Twelve Indicators that the Economy is Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. CEO's are now playing miniature golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I went to buy a toaster oven and they gave me a bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hotwheels and Matchbox car companies are now trading higher than GM in the stock market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Obama met with small businesses - GE, Pfizer, Chrysler, Citigroup and GM, to discuss the Stimulus Package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. McDonalds is now featuring the 1/4 ouncer burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and are learning their children's names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most highly-paid job is now jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People in Africa are donating money to Americans. Mothers in Ethiopia are telling their kids, "Finish your plate; do you know how many kids are starving in America?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Motel Six won't leave the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mafia is laying off judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my most favorite indicator of all is.-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If the bank returns your check marked as "insufficient funds," you have to call them and ask if they meant you or them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2800538079035351131?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2800538079035351131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2800538079035351131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2800538079035351131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2800538079035351131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/08/sign-of-times.html' title='Sign of the Times'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-87008471028946075</id><published>2009-08-27T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:57:34.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy jokes'/><title type='text'>Dollar Bill</title><content type='html'>Due to the country's current economic condition, the Treasury has issued a new one dollar bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SpasphnLskI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vpPeWhoGHL8/s1600-h/dollar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SpasphnLskI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vpPeWhoGHL8/s400/dollar.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374673034710594114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-87008471028946075?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/87008471028946075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=87008471028946075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/87008471028946075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/87008471028946075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/08/dollar-bill.html' title='Dollar Bill'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SpasphnLskI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vpPeWhoGHL8/s72-c/dollar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-5705705392738671312</id><published>2009-08-26T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:52:02.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>Smart Blond</title><content type='html'>This blonde decides one day that she is sick and tired of all these blonde jokes and how all blondes are perceived as stupid. So, she decides to show her husband that blondes really are smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While her husband is off at work, she decides that she is going to paint a couple of rooms in the house. The next day, right after her husband leaves for work, she gets down to the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband arrives home at 5:30 and smells the distinctive smell of paint. He walks into the living room and finds his wife lying on the floor in a pool of sweat. He notices that she is wearing a heavy parka and a leather jacket at the same time. He goes over and asks her if she if OK. She replies yes. He asks what she is doing and she replies that she wanted to prove to him that not all blonde women are dumb, and&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to do it by painting the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asks her why she has a parka over her leather jacket. She replies that she was reading the directions on the paint can and it said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll love this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I know you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FOR BEST RESULTS, PUT ON TWO COATS."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-5705705392738671312?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/5705705392738671312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=5705705392738671312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5705705392738671312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5705705392738671312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/08/smart-blond.html' title='Smart Blond'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2286565271075633511</id><published>2009-08-18T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:36:39.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political jokes'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>It was the first day of school in the USA for a new Indian student named Chandrasekhar Subramanian who entered the fourth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Let's begin by reviewing some American History. Who said 'Give me Liberty or give me Death'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Chandrasekhar, who had his hand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patrick Henry, 1775," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good! Who said 'Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from t he Earth'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no response except from Chandrasekhar. "Abraham Lincoln, 1863," said Chandrasekhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher snapped at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed... Chandrasekhar, who is new to our country, knows more about its history than you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard a loud whisper, "Damn those Indians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who said that?" she demanded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar's hand shot up. "General Custer, 1862."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, a student in the back said, "I'm gonna puke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher glares around and asks, "All right! Now, who said that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar answers, "George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now furious, another student yells, "Oh yeah? Suck this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts, "Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with mob hysteria someone said, "You little shit. If you say anything else, I'll kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar frantically yells at the top of his voice, "Michael Jackson to the child witnesses testifying against him, 2004.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, "Oh crap, we're screwed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CHANDRASEKHAR SAID QUIETLY, "THE AMERICAN TAXPAYER, NOVEMBER 4, 2008."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2286565271075633511?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2286565271075633511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2286565271075633511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2286565271075633511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2286565271075633511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1781845782307580965</id><published>2009-08-17T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:39:40.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage jokes'/><title type='text'>Would you remarry</title><content type='html'>Husband and wife are lying quietly in bed reading when the wife looks over at him and asks&lt;br /&gt;the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'Definitely not!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Why not? Don't you like being married?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'Of course I do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Then why wouldn't you remarry?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'Okay, okay, I'd get married again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'You would? (with a hurt look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Would you live in our house?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'Sure. It's a great house.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Would you sleep with her in our bed?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'Where else would we sleep?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Would you let her drive my car?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'Probably. It is almost new.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Would you replace my pictures with hers?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'That would seem like the proper thing to do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Would you give her my jewelry?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'No. I'm sure she'd want her own.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Would you take her golfing with you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'Yes. Those are always good times..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: 'Would she use my clubs?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: 'No. She's left-handed..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE: - silence -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND: ' . . . shit.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1781845782307580965?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1781845782307580965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1781845782307580965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1781845782307580965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1781845782307580965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/08/would-you-remarry.html' title='Would you remarry'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7122290714101190450</id><published>2009-08-15T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:35:37.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president jokes'/><title type='text'>Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Over five thousand years ago,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses said to the children of Israel, " pick up your shovel, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the promised land". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nearly 75 years ago,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roosevelt said, " Lay down your shovels, sit on your asses, and light up a camel, this is the promised land".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Present!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama has stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, raised the price of camels, and mortgaged the promised land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7122290714101190450?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7122290714101190450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7122290714101190450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7122290714101190450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7122290714101190450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/08/moses.html' title='Moses'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8121269551915602150</id><published>2009-07-23T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:37:07.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womans jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage jokes'/><title type='text'>Final Affairs</title><content type='html'>Putting your affairs in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitches 'til the End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was shocked but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, 'Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT, my friends, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In Order'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8121269551915602150?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8121269551915602150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8121269551915602150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8121269551915602150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8121269551915602150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/07/final-affairs.html' title='Final Affairs'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3889075711032426637</id><published>2009-06-26T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:48:35.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy jokes'/><title type='text'>Things are so bad that</title><content type='html'>Things are so bad that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO's are now playing miniature golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot wheels and Matchbox stocks are trading higher than GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds is selling the 1/4 ounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children's names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truck of Americans got caught sneaking into Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most highly-paid job is now jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick Cheney took his stockbroker hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Africa are donating money to Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers in Ethiopia are telling their kids, "finish your plate, do you know how many kids are starving in the US?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motel Six won't leave the light on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mafia is laying off judges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3889075711032426637?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3889075711032426637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3889075711032426637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3889075711032426637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3889075711032426637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-are-so-bad-that.html' title='Things are so bad that'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4601871493643882607</id><published>2009-06-21T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:45:08.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage jokes'/><title type='text'>WHY AM I MARRIED</title><content type='html'>You have two choices in life:&lt;br /&gt;You can stay single and be miserable,&lt;br /&gt;or get married and wish you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party, one woman said to another,&lt;br /&gt;'Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I am. I married the wrong man.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;A lady inserted an ad in the classifieds:&lt;br /&gt;'Husband Wanted'.&lt;br /&gt;Next day she received a hundred letters.&lt;br /&gt;They all said the same thing:&lt;br /&gt;'You can have mine.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman steals your husband,&lt;br /&gt;there is no better revenge than to let her keep him.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;A woman is incomplete until she is married. Then she is finished .&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his father,&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?'&lt;br /&gt;Father replied, 'I don't know son, I'm still paying.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young son asked,&lt;br /&gt;'Is it true Dad, that in some parts of Africa&lt;br /&gt;a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?'&lt;br /&gt;Dad replied, 'That happens in every country, son.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a woman who said,&lt;br /&gt;'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married,&lt;br /&gt;and by then, it was too late.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your spouse to listen and&lt;br /&gt;pay strict attention to every word you say -- talk in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through life thinking&lt;br /&gt;they had no faults at all.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First guy says, 'My wife's an angel!'&lt;br /&gt;Second guy remarks, 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;'A Woman's Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I pray for: Wisdom to understand a man, to Love and to forgive&lt;br /&gt;him,&lt;br /&gt;and for Patience for his moods.&lt;br /&gt;Because Lord, if I pray for Strength I'll just beat him to death'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW FOR THE FAVORITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children..&lt;br /&gt;A blind man joins them after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and&lt;br /&gt;only the wife and the nine kids are able to fit onto the bus.&lt;br /&gt;So the husband and the blind man decide to walk.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the&lt;br /&gt;blind man&lt;br /&gt;as he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him,&lt;br /&gt;'Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick?&lt;br /&gt;That ticking sound is driving me crazy.'&lt;br /&gt;The blind man replies, 'If you had put a rubber at the end of YOUR stick,&lt;br /&gt;we'd be riding the bus, so shut the hell up.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4601871493643882607?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4601871493643882607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4601871493643882607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4601871493643882607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4601871493643882607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-am-i-married.html' title='WHY AM I MARRIED'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2762902718811808607</id><published>2009-06-19T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:52:43.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>A young boy went up to his father and asked him, 'Dad, what is the difference between 'potentially' and 'realistically'?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father thought for a moment, then answered, 'Go ask your mother if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars, and then ask your brother if he'd sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Come back and tell me what you learn from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy went to his mother and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother replied, 'Of course I would! We could really use that money to fix up the house and send you kids t o a great University!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then went to his sister and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, 'Oh my Gawd! I LOVE Brad Pitt I would sleep with him in a heartbeat, are you nuts?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then went to his brother and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course,' the brother replied. 'Do you know what a million bucks would buy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy pondered the answers for a few days and then went back to his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father asked him, 'Did you find out the difference between 'potentially' and 'realistically' ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, 'Yes, 'Potentially', you and I are sitting on three million dollars . But 'realistically', we're living with two hookers and a homo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2762902718811808607?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2762902718811808607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2762902718811808607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2762902718811808607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2762902718811808607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/06/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1868791391401195448</id><published>2009-06-17T01:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:05:59.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>Grandma's letter</title><content type='html'>Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car. She writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Grand-daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a 'Honk if you love Jesus' bumper sticker .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in&lt;br /&gt;thought about the Lord and how good he is, and I didn't notice that the light had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't&lt;br /&gt;honked, I'd never have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that lots of people love Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out of his window and screamed, 'For the love of God!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started honking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii , so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign right back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why even he was enjoying this religious experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, and drove on through the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection&lt;br /&gt;before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away. Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write again soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sjh5i4jx7SI/AAAAAAAAARY/GBgM_KWHnDM/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sjh5i4jx7SI/AAAAAAAAARY/GBgM_KWHnDM/s400/grandma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348158197707435298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1868791391401195448?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1868791391401195448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1868791391401195448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1868791391401195448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1868791391401195448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/06/grandmas-letter.html' title='Grandma&apos;s letter'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sjh5i4jx7SI/AAAAAAAAARY/GBgM_KWHnDM/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4293533665720396597</id><published>2009-06-07T15:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:36:59.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>Traveling Blonde</title><content type='html'>The plane is on its way to Seattle when a blonde in Economy Class gets up and moves to the First Class section and sits down. The Flight Attendant watches her do this and asks to see her ticket. She then tells the blonde that she paid for Economy Class and that she will have to sit in Economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replies: “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, and I’m going to Seattle and I’m staying right here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flight attendant goes in to the cockpit and tells the Pilot and the Co-pilot that there is a blonde sitting in First Class that belongs in Economy and won’t move back to her seat. The Co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only paid for Economy, she will have to leave and return to her seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replies: “I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, and I’m going to Seattle and I’m staying right here.”  The Co-pilot tells the Pilot that he probably should have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman who won’t listen to reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pilot says: “You say she is a blonde?” I’ll handle this. I’m married to a blonde … I speak blonde.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes back to the blonde and whispers in her ear, and she says: “Oh, I’m sorry.”  And she gets up and goes back to her seat in Economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flight Attendant and Co-pilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make her move without any fuss. I told her: “First Class isn’t going to Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4293533665720396597?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4293533665720396597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4293533665720396597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4293533665720396597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4293533665720396597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/06/traveling-blonde.html' title='Traveling Blonde'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3398005497360773045</id><published>2009-06-02T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:35:44.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck jokes'/><title type='text'>Redneck Fire Alarm‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;h1 align=center&gt;Redneck Fire Alarm‏&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SiWoonz757I/AAAAAAAAARQ/fDh8BCFlvnU/s1600-h/redneckfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SiWoonz757I/AAAAAAAAARQ/fDh8BCFlvnU/s400/redneckfire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342861948780013490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3398005497360773045?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3398005497360773045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3398005497360773045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3398005497360773045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3398005497360773045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/06/redneck-fire-alarm.html' title='Redneck Fire Alarm‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SiWoonz757I/AAAAAAAAARQ/fDh8BCFlvnU/s72-c/redneckfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8844865499014248930</id><published>2009-05-16T01:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:20:48.511-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wal-mart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><title type='text'>Purina Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;h1 align=center&gt;Trip to Wal-Mart&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yesterday I was at my local Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Biscuit, the Wonder Dog and was in the checkout line when woman behind me asked if I had a dog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What did she think I had, an elephant? So since I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.) Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard. Wal-Mart won't let me shop there anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8844865499014248930?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8844865499014248930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8844865499014248930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8844865499014248930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8844865499014248930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/purina-diet.html' title='Purina Diet'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7747248211368946776</id><published>2009-05-13T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:49:29.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>Aunt Mildred</title><content type='html'>Aging Aunt Mildred was a 93-year-old woman who was particularly despondent over the recent death of her husband. She decided that she would just kill herself and join him in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that it would be best to get it over with quickly, she took out his old Army pistol and made the decision to shoot herself in the heart, since it was badly broken in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to miss the vital organ and become a vegetable and a burden to someone, she called her doctor's office to inquire as to just exactly where the heart would be on a woman. The doctor said, 'Your heart would be just below your left breast'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night........ Mildred was admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound to her knee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7747248211368946776?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7747248211368946776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7747248211368946776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7747248211368946776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7747248211368946776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/aunt-mildred.html' title='Aunt Mildred'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1692296901820828259</id><published>2009-05-07T21:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:22:04.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>The New Draft</title><content type='html'>New Direction for any war: Send Service Vets over 60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I'm too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 42 to join the military. They've got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys.. You shouldn't be able to join a military unit until you're at least 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. 'My back hurts! I can't sleep, I'm tired and hungry' We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10 a.m. Old guys always get up early to pee so what the hell. Besides, like I said, 'I'm tired and can't sleep and since I'm already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical s-of-a-b....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boot camp would be easier for old guys. We're used to getting screamed and yelled at and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciation for guns. We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could lighten up on the obstacle course however. I've been in combat and didn't see a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too. I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him.. He's still learning to shave, to start up a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists.. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple of million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons who know that their best years are already behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***How about recruiting Women over 50 ...with PMS !!!&lt;br /&gt;You think Men have attitudes !!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, put us on border patrol....we will have it secured the first night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1692296901820828259?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1692296901820828259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1692296901820828259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1692296901820828259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1692296901820828259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-draft.html' title='The New Draft'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7972881660201493303</id><published>2009-05-07T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:08:28.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LifeLine‏</title><content type='html'>I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, the wars, savings, Social Security, retirement funds, getting laid off etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Lifeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a freakin' call center in Pakistan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I was suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all got excited and asked if I could drive a truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7972881660201493303?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7972881660201493303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7972881660201493303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7972881660201493303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7972881660201493303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifeline.html' title='LifeLine‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-5819257778851401325</id><published>2009-05-06T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:54:22.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn German</title><content type='html'>An Amish farmer walking through his field notices a man drinking from his pond, with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amish man shouts:&lt;br /&gt;"Trinken Sie nicht das Wasser, die Kuhe und die Schweine haben in ihm geschissen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means: "Don't drink the water, the cows and the pigs have shit in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man shouts back: "I'm a Muslim, I don't understand your gibberish.  Speak English, infidel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amish man shouts back in English: "Use two hands, you'll get more!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-5819257778851401325?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/5819257778851401325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=5819257778851401325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5819257778851401325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5819257778851401325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/learn-german.html' title='Learn German'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2624359042295504147</id><published>2009-05-06T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:50:27.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband jokes'/><title type='text'>Prescription</title><content type='html'>A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like to buy some cyanide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2624359042295504147?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2624359042295504147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2624359042295504147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2624359042295504147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2624359042295504147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/prescription.html' title='Prescription'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1382240879930426721</id><published>2009-05-06T16:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:46:24.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management</title><content type='html'>Just in case you are having a rough day, here is a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals. The funny thing is that it really does work and will make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No one knows your secret place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. The soothing sound of a gentle water fall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The water is so crystal clear that you can easily make out the face of the person you are holding underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!! See? It really does work. You're smiling already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1382240879930426721?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1382240879930426721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1382240879930426721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1382240879930426721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1382240879930426721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress-management.html' title='Stress Management'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3539199124975725779</id><published>2009-05-02T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:48:00.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu jokes'/><title type='text'>Swine Flu Detainee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sfyxb1MjwtI/AAAAAAAAARA/ruV9UTwbQ4k/s1600-h/piggy_bars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sfyxb1MjwtI/AAAAAAAAARA/ruV9UTwbQ4k/s400/piggy_bars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331331150594163410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noted entertainer Miss Piggy has been refused reentry into the United States as she attempted to return from a two week tour of nightclubs in Mexico City and Guadalajara. Following a deadly outbreak of swine flu in Mexico, border officers are under strict orders to turn away any boars or hogs coming over from the South without exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public health concerns aside, the former Muppet Show star is furious. Through her spokesperson, she issued a formal complaint against the United States Border Patrol on Saturday, noting that beloved film actor Babe had been allowed to cross just the day before after a week-long bender in Tijuana. Fearing a public relations debacle, officials on both sides of the Rio Grande clarified that the order had not come down until shortly before Piggy's arrival. The explanation came with a personal note from Mexican President Felipe Calderon's asking her forgiveness for her continued treatment and to remind her that his proposal of marriage is still on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some reports, border agents allowed her long-time boyfriend, a green bug-eyed frog, to cross into the United States, leaving Piggy abandoned at the roadside checkpoint as the lanky amphibian rode off on a remarkably realistic-looking bicycle. The incident, she says, is her most humiliating experience since losing the "best actress" Oscar to Sally Field in 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy will here remain in this holding facility until blood tests prove that she is not infected with, nor a carrier for, swine flu- a process that could take a couple of days or, considering the relative speed of the federal government, a couple of weeks. In the meantime, Piggy has asked her friend Janice and guest star Willie Nelson to water her plants until she gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy's AWOL boyfriend could not be reached for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam the Eagle, a regular contributor to Fox News, tore into his former co-worker on the Sean Hannity program. When to comment on Piggy's confinement, Eagle doubted Piggy's patriotism, openly wondering what was she doing in Mexico in the first place when there are perfectly good nightclub venues right here in the U S of A. He went on to argue that, with more than a dozen assault charges on her record resulting from her notorious temper, Piggy should not be allowed to return even after she is medically cleared to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First they took our jobs," huffed Eagle. "Now with the help of lefty pinkos like Miss Piggy, they're exporting our diseases to Mexico, too! And Obama's CDC is just standing aside and letting it happen!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3539199124975725779?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3539199124975725779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3539199124975725779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3539199124975725779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3539199124975725779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu-detainee.html' title='Swine Flu Detainee'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/Sfyxb1MjwtI/AAAAAAAAARA/ruV9UTwbQ4k/s72-c/piggy_bars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-613622232887250620</id><published>2009-05-01T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:44:53.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>Really Broke</title><content type='html'>A little old lady answered a knock on the door one day, only to be confronted by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning," said the young man. "If I could take a couple of minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go away!" said the old lady. "I'm broke and haven't got any money!"? and she proceeded to close the door.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed it wide open. "Don't be too hasty!" he said. "Not until you have at least seen my demonstration."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto her hallway carpet.?  "If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Madam, I will personally eat the remainder."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady stepped back and said, "Well let me get you a fork, 'cause they cut off my electricity this morning."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-613622232887250620?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/613622232887250620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=613622232887250620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/613622232887250620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/613622232887250620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/05/really-broke.html' title='Really Broke'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8313906367829865443</id><published>2009-04-24T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:15:22.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>Bob &amp; the Blonde</title><content type='html'>Bob, a handsome dude, walked into a sports bar around 9:58 pm. He sat down next to a blonde at the bar and stared up at the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 pm news was coming on. The news crew was covering the story of a man on the ledge of a large building preparing to jump. The blonde looked at Bob and said, "Do you think he'll jump?" Bob said, "You know, I bet he'll jump." The blonde replied, "Well, I bet he won't." Bob placed a $20 bill on the bar and said, "You're on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the blonde placed her money on the bar, the guy on the ledge did a swan dive off the building, falling to his death. The blonde was very upset, but willingly handed her $20 to Bob, saying, "Fair's fair. Here's your money." Bob replied, "I can't take your money. I saw this earlier on the 5 pm news, and so I knew he would jump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replied, "I did too, but didn't think he'd do it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob took the money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8313906367829865443?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8313906367829865443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8313906367829865443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8313906367829865443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8313906367829865443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/bob-blonde.html' title='Bob &amp; the Blonde'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6154059832791060173</id><published>2009-04-18T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:11:37.246-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband jokes'/><title type='text'>A Very Loving Wife</title><content type='html'>Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man breaks into a house to look for money and guns.  Inside, he finds couple in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He orders the guy out of the bed and ties him to a chair.  While tying the hhomeowner's wife to the bed, the convict gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up &amp; goes into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he's in there, the husband whispers over to his wife:&lt;br /&gt;'Listen, this guy is an escaped convict. Look at his clothes!&lt;br /&gt;He's probably spent a lot of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years.  I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain....do what ever he tells you.   Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you.  This guy is obviously very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;If he gets angry, he'll kill us both.  If he gets what he wants, we might stay alive. Be strong, honey. I love you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife responds: 'He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear.  He told me that he's gay, thinks you're cute, and asked if we had any Vaseline.&lt;br /&gt;I told him it was in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong honey. I love you too.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6154059832791060173?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6154059832791060173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6154059832791060173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6154059832791060173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6154059832791060173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-loving-wife.html' title='A Very Loving Wife'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1574800533745374973</id><published>2009-04-17T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:21:14.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage jokes'/><title type='text'>BOTTLE OF WINE</title><content type='html'>Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What in bag?' asked the old woman .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, 'It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good trade.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1574800533745374973?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1574800533745374973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1574800533745374973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1574800533745374973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1574800533745374973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/bottle-of-wine.html' title='BOTTLE OF WINE'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-5716288411484597625</id><published>2009-04-17T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:19:06.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Will</title><content type='html'>This may be the best Living Will I've Seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I,__________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.�&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.�&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Margarita&lt;br /&gt;Martini&lt;br /&gt;Cold Beer&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Chicken fried steak&lt;br /&gt;Cream gravy&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;French fries&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Sex&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat lady sing,' and call it a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-5716288411484597625?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/5716288411484597625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=5716288411484597625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5716288411484597625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5716288411484597625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-will.html' title='Living Will'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-759661259376261848</id><published>2009-04-17T14:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:35:06.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>Grampa Talk Like a Frog</title><content type='html'>A little boy turned to his grandpa and said, "Grandpa, please talk like a frog." Grandpa replied, "What? I'm not going to talk like a frog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again asked, "Come on, Grandpa. Talk like a frog, please."  Grandpa again said, "No! Go bother your grandmother." The little boy finally gave up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, the little boy's sister came in and said, "Grandpa will you talk like a frog for me?" Grandpa, of course, replied, "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl then begged, "Please, Grandpa will you talk just like a frog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa was very disturbed by now and asked, "What is it with you and your brother? Why in the world do you want me to talk like a frog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl looked at her Grandpa and said, "Well, last night daddy told us that when you croak, we're going to go to Disney World."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-759661259376261848?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/759661259376261848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=759661259376261848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/759661259376261848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/759661259376261848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/grampa-talk-like-frog.html' title='Grampa Talk Like a Frog'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7145845942015620635</id><published>2009-04-11T13:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:30:43.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Anagrams</title><content type='html'>DORMITORY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;MOON STARER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THEY SEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE :&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IS NO AMITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;LIES - LETS RECOUNT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7145845942015620635?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7145845942015620635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7145845942015620635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7145845942015620635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7145845942015620635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-anagrams.html' title='Awesome Anagrams'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-571005318644488599</id><published>2009-04-11T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:25:12.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><title type='text'>Firefighter</title><content type='html'>A firefighter was working on the engine outside the station, when he noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides, and agarden hose tightly coiled in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was wearing a firefighter's helmet. The wagon was being pulled by her dog and her cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firefighter walked over to take a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That sure is a nice fire truck,' the firefighter said with admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thanks,' the girl replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firefighter looked a little closer. He noticed the girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Little partner,' the firefighter said, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied thoughtfully, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-571005318644488599?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/571005318644488599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=571005318644488599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/571005318644488599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/571005318644488599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/firefighter.html' title='Firefighter'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3559923711995727415</id><published>2009-04-11T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:03:05.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>BLONDE ON HORSEBACK</title><content type='html'>A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had neither lessons nor prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slide from the saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the horse's side anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly impervious to its slipping rider. Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap a way from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup. She is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great good fortune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her dilemma and unplugs the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought all they did was say hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3559923711995727415?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3559923711995727415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3559923711995727415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3559923711995727415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3559923711995727415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/blonde-on-horseback.html' title='BLONDE ON HORSEBACK'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4567786517474675618</id><published>2009-04-11T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:59:24.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political jokes'/><title type='text'>Medical Feats</title><content type='html'>An Israeli doctor said to a medical conference, "Medicine in my country is so advanced, we can take a kidney out of one person, put it into another and have him looking for work in six weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German doctor stood up and said, "Well medicine in my county is so advanced, we can take a lung out of one person and put it into another and have him looking for work on 4 weeks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian doctor got up and said "My country is even more advanced, we can remove half a heart from one person, put it into another and have them both looking for work in just 2 weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, the American doctor stood up and addressed the conference, "Well" he said "My country is so far advanced in medicine, we can take an Total loser out of Chicago, put him in the White House, and have half the country looking for work in 24 hours!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4567786517474675618?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4567786517474675618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4567786517474675618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4567786517474675618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4567786517474675618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/medical-feats.html' title='Medical Feats'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6615589349103824632</id><published>2009-04-11T12:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:56:59.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womans jokes'/><title type='text'>Woman's Yearly Exam</title><content type='html'>Went to the doctor for my yearly physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The nurse starts with certain basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           How much do you weigh?' she asks. '135,' I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The nurse puts me on the scale. It turns out my weight is 180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The nurse asks, 'Your height?' '5 foot 4,' I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The nurse checks and sees that I only measure 5'2'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           She then takes my blood pressure and tells me it is very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           'Of course it's high!' I scream, 'When I came in here I was tall and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           slender! Now I'm short and fat!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           She put me on Prozac. The bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6615589349103824632?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6615589349103824632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6615589349103824632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6615589349103824632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6615589349103824632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/womans-yearly-exam.html' title='Woman&apos;s Yearly Exam'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7738370303737151691</id><published>2009-04-08T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:25:14.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>Retirement Home</title><content type='html'>Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. 'STOP!,' he shouted in a firm voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you got a license for that thing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK' he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted 'STOP!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you got proof of insurance?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold nodded and said 'On your way, Ma'am.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, Butt- Naked, and holding his 'You-Know-What' in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, good grief,' yelled Ethel, 'Not that Damn Breathalyzer Test again!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7738370303737151691?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7738370303737151691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7738370303737151691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7738370303737151691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7738370303737151691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/retirement-home.html' title='Retirement Home'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1330680619587806916</id><published>2009-04-08T23:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:20:41.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal jokes'/><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Racing me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proper order for kissing is: Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL NON-PET OWNERS WHO VISIT AND LIKE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT OUR PETS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;(1) They live here. You don't. &lt;li&gt;(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture. &lt;li&gt;(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. &lt;li&gt;(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;(1) eat less, &lt;li&gt;(2) don't ask for money all the time, &lt;li&gt;(3) are easier to train, &lt;li&gt;(4) normally come when called, &lt;li&gt;(5) never ask to drive the car, &lt;li&gt;(6) don't hang out with drug-using people; &lt;li&gt;(7) don't smoke or drink, &lt;li&gt;(8) don't want to wear your clothes, &lt;li&gt;(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, &lt;li&gt;(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and &lt;li&gt;(11) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children ..&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1330680619587806916?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1330680619587806916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1330680619587806916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1330680619587806916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1330680619587806916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4947759790714418974</id><published>2009-04-08T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:19:26.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womans jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck jokes'/><title type='text'>A Little Farm Hummor</title><content type='html'>Old Iowa Farmer went to town to see a movie:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TICKET AGENT ASKED, "SIR, WHAT'S THAT ON YOUR SHOULDER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD FARMER SAID, "THAT'S MY PET ROOSTER CHUCK. WHEREVER I GO, CHUCK GOES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M SORRY SIR," SAID THE TICKET AGENT.? "WE CAN'T ALLOW ANIMALS IN THE THEATER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD FARMER WENT AROUND THE CORNER AND STUFFED CHUCK DOWN HIS OVERALLS. THEN HE RETURNED TO THE BOOTH, BOUGHT A TICKET, AND ENTERED THE THEATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAT DOWN NEXT TO TWO OLD WIDOWS NAMED MILDRED AND MARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE STARTED AND THE ROOSTER BEGAN TO SQUIRM. THE OLD FARMER UNBUTTONED HIS FLY SO CHUCK COULD STICK HIS HEAD OUT AND WATCH THE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MARGE," WHISPERED MILDRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?" SAID MARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I THINK THE GUY NEXT TO ME IS A PERVERT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK SO?" ASKED MARGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HE UNDID HIS PANTS AND HE HAS HIS THING OUT", WHISPERED MILDRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELL, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT", SAID MARGE.. "AT OUR AGE WE'VE SEEN 'EM ALL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I THOUGHT SO TOO", SAID MILDRED, "BUT THIS ONE'S EATIN' MY POPCORN!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4947759790714418974?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4947759790714418974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4947759790714418974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4947759790714418974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4947759790714418974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-farm-hummor.html' title='A Little Farm Hummor'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1650361134501236481</id><published>2009-03-31T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:45:00.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week at the Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;h1 align=center&gt;FIRST WEEK AT THE GYM&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainernamed Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!&lt;br /&gt;_______ ________________________&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other crap too.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny witch to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I hate that witch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the stupid barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher… Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little brat) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1650361134501236481?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1650361134501236481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1650361134501236481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1650361134501236481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1650361134501236481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-week-at-gym.html' title='First Week at the Gym'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6272029772550240317</id><published>2009-03-21T21:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:49:34.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tax jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRS jokes'/><title type='text'>Grandpa and the IRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;The IRS decides to audit Grandpa, and summons him to the  IRS office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditor said, 'Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, Which you explain by saying that you win money gambling. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it,' says Grandpa. 'How about a demonstration?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditor thinks for a moment and said, 'Okay, Go ahead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa says, 'I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I can bite my own eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditor thinks a moment and says, 'It's a bet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor's jaw drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa says, 'Now, I'll bet you two thousand  dollars that I can bite my other eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the auditor can tell Grandpa isn't blind, so he takes the bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa removes his dentures and bites his good eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Grandpa's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to go double or nothing?' Grandpa asks 'I'll bet you $6000 dollars that I can stand on one side of your desk and pee in that wastebasket on the other side, and never get a drop anywhere in between.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this old guy could possibly manage that stunt, so he agrees again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa stands beside the desk and unzips his pants, but although he strains mightily, he can't make the stream reach the wastebasket on the other side, so he pretty much urinates all over the auditor's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditor leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Grandpa's own attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you okay?' the auditor asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not really,' says the attorney. 'This morning, when Grandpa told me he'd been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and that you'd be happy about it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Mess with Old People!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6272029772550240317?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6272029772550240317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6272029772550240317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6272029772550240317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6272029772550240317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandpa-and-irs.html' title='Grandpa and the IRS'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3458032890780267791</id><published>2009-03-19T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:51:48.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childred jokes'/><title type='text'>Butt Dust‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;What, you ask, is 'Butt dust?' Read on and you'll discover the joy in it! These have to be original and genuine. No adult is this creative!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while he asked: 'Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. 'I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY (age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said, 'It makes my teeth cough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I cost?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: 'Why is he whispering in her mouth?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: 'The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.' Concerned, James asked: 'What happened to the flea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget.... this particular Sunday sermon...'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. 'Without you, we are but dust...' He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3458032890780267791?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3458032890780267791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3458032890780267791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3458032890780267791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3458032890780267791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/butt-dust.html' title='Butt Dust‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6720516641214839634</id><published>2009-03-19T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:02:48.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><title type='text'>6th Grade Science‏</title><content type='html'>A 6th grade science teacher, Mrs Parks, asked her class, 'Which human body part increases to 10 times its size when stimulated?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one answered until little Molly stood up, angry, and said, 'You should not be asking 6th graders a question like that! I'm going to tell my parents, and they will go and tell the principal, and you'll get fired!'&lt;br /&gt;She then sat back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Parks ignored her, and asked the question again, 'Which body part increases to 10 times its size when stimulated? Little Molly' s mouth fell open, and she said to those around her, 'Boy, is she gonna get in big trouble'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said to the class, 'Anybody?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jimmy stood up, looked around nervously, and said, 'The body part that increases to 10 times its size when stimulated is the pupil of the eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Parks said, 'Very good, Jimmy.' Then turned to Molly and&lt;br /&gt;continued, 'As for you, young lady, I have three things to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you have a dirty mind.&lt;br /&gt;Second, you didn't read your homework.&lt;br /&gt;And third, one day you are going to be VERY, VERY disappointed.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6720516641214839634?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6720516641214839634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6720516641214839634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6720516641214839634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6720516641214839634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/6th-grade-science.html' title='6th Grade Science‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-210440897609968565</id><published>2009-03-18T20:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:14:25.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>How to Call police</title><content type='html'>George Phillips , an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window..&lt;br /&gt;George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?" He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.  Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said, "Okay." He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them." and he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed. One of the Policemen said to George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with old people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-210440897609968565?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/210440897609968565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=210440897609968565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/210440897609968565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/210440897609968565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-call-police.html' title='How to Call police'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8700495475214214742</id><published>2009-03-18T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:11:16.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are almost dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they already know there is not enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does someone&lt;br /&gt;believe you when you say there are four billion stars; but have to check when you say the paint is still wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'island'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8700495475214214742?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8700495475214214742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8700495475214214742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8700495475214214742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8700495475214214742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh Why?'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8761144341077711428</id><published>2009-03-04T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:32:18.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evolution of Math Instruction</title><content type='html'>Last week I purchased a burger at Burger King for $1.58. The counter girl took my $2 and I was digging for my change when I pulled 8 cents from my pocket and gave it to her. She stood there, holding the nickel and 3 pennies, while looking at the screen on her register. I sensed her discomfort and tried to tell her to just give me two quarters, but she hailed the manager for help. While he tried to explain the transaction to her, she stood there and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good example of the evolution in teaching math since the 1950s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teaching Math In 1950s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price. What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teaching Math In 1960s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5 of the price, or $80. What is his profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Teaching Math In 1970s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80. Did he make a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teaching Math In 1980s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80 and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Teaching Math In 1990s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A logger cuts down a beautiful forest because he is selfish and inconsiderate and cares nothing for the habitat of animals or the preservation of our woodlands. He does this so he can make a profit of $20. What do you think of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation after answering the question: How did the birds and squirrels feel as the logger cut down their homes? (There are no wrong answers, and if you feel like crying, it's ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teaching Math In 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hachero vende una carretada de Madera para $100. El costo de la producciones es $80. Cuanto dinero ha hecho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8761144341077711428?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8761144341077711428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8761144341077711428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8761144341077711428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8761144341077711428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/evolution-of-math-instruction.html' title='The Evolution of Math Instruction'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7144234446424248931</id><published>2009-03-04T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:56:34.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas jokes'/><title type='text'>Things I learned living or visiting in Texas</title><content type='html'>1. A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in Texas .&lt;br /&gt;3. There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in Texas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If it grows, it'll stick ya. If it crawls, it'll bite cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Onced" and "Twiced" are words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It is not a shopping cart, it's a buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Jaw-P?" means, "Did y'all go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People actually grow and eat okra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Fixinto" is one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There is no such thing as "lunch." There is only dinner and then there is supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Iced tea is appropriate for all meals, and you start drinking it when you're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Backwards and forwards means, "I know everything about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The word "jeet" is actually a phrase meaning, "Did you eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You don't have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is. You work until you're done or it's too dark to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH EM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "No. Jew?" is a common response to the question, "Did you bring any beer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You measure distance in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You switch from heat to A/C in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect or animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You know what a "DAWG" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You carry jumper cables in your car --- for your OWN car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. You only own five spices: salt, pepper, Texas Pete, Tabasco and Ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local gossip and high school football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. You find 100 degrees Fahrenheit "a bit warm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Going to Wal-Mart is a favorite past time known as "goin' Wal-Martin" or "off to Wally World."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good stew weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Fried catfish is the other white meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.. We don't need no dang driver's ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive, dag-nabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. You understand these jokes and forward them to your Texas friends and those who just wish they were from Texas .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7144234446424248931?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7144234446424248931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7144234446424248931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7144234446424248931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7144234446424248931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-learned-living-or-visiting-in.html' title='Things I learned living or visiting in Texas'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8734846519502275432</id><published>2009-03-02T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:34:39.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish jokes'/><title type='text'>Irish coffee</title><content type='html'>An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his&lt;br /&gt;advice in reviving her husband's libido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about trying Viagra?' asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not a chance', she said. 'He won't even take an aspirin.' 'Not a&lt;br /&gt;problem,' replied the doctor. 'Give him an 'Irish Viagra'. It's when&lt;br /&gt;you drop the Viagra tablet into his coffee. He won't even taste it.&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a week later when she called the doctor, who directly&lt;br /&gt;inquired as to her progress. The poor dear exclaimed, 'Oh, faith,&lt;br /&gt;bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid! Just terrible, doctor!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really? What happened?' asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I did as ya' told me and slipped it in his coffee and the&lt;br /&gt;effect was almost immediate. He jumped straight up, with a twinkle in&lt;br /&gt;his eye and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his&lt;br /&gt;arm, he sent me cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to&lt;br /&gt;tatters and took me then and there passionately on the tabletop! It&lt;br /&gt;was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why so terrible?' asked the doctor, 'Do you mean the sex your&lt;br /&gt;husband provided wasn't good?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Freackin jaysus, 'twas the best sex I've had in 25 years! But sure as I'm sittin here, I'll never be able to show me face in STARBUCKS again!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8734846519502275432?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8734846519502275432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8734846519502275432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8734846519502275432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8734846519502275432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/03/irish-coffee.html' title='Irish coffee'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3037460579859727555</id><published>2009-02-28T03:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:38:32.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Newspaper Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Believe it or not, these ads actually found their way into newspapers all over the world:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Braille dictionary for sale. Must see to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOR SALE BY OWNER: Complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica. 45 volumes. Excellent condition. $1,000.00 or best offer. No longer needed. Got married last weekend. Wife knows everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help wanted, singer for rock band. Must be female or male. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For sale, Hope Chest, brand new, half off, long story.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3037460579859727555?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3037460579859727555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3037460579859727555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3037460579859727555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3037460579859727555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/actual-newspaper-ads.html' title='Actual Newspaper Ads'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3785552451412723972</id><published>2009-02-25T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:25:22.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>Painting the Porch‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;A blond teenager, wanting to earn some extra money for the summer, decided to hire herself out as a 'handy-woman' and started canvassing a nearby well-to-do neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the front door of the first house, and asked the owner if he had any odd jobs for her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I could use somebody to paint my porch,' he said, 'How much will you charge me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delighted, the girl quickly responded, 'How about $50?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man agreed and told her that the paint brushes and everything she would need was in the garage. The man's wife, hearing the conversation said to her husband, 'Does she realize that our porch goes ALL the way around the house?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded, 'That's a bit cynical, isn't it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, 'You're right. I guess I'm starting to believe all those dumb blond jokes we've been getting by e-mail lately.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, the blond came to the door to collect her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're finished already?' the startled husband asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', the blond replied, 'and I even had paint left over, so I gave it two coats.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed, the man reached into his pocket for the $50.00 and handed it to her along with a ten dollar tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And by the way,' the blond added, 'it's not a Porch, it's a Lexus.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3785552451412723972?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3785552451412723972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3785552451412723972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3785552451412723972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3785552451412723972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/painting-porch.html' title='Painting the Porch‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8087596040271015522</id><published>2009-02-21T15:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:36:33.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womans jokes'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy, Estrogen, and Women‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy, Estrogen, and Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREGNANCY Q &amp; A &amp; more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I have a baby after 35?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, 35 children is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?&lt;br /&gt;A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?&lt;br /&gt;A: Childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.&lt;br /&gt;A: So what's your question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the best time to get an epidural ?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not unless the word 'alimony' means anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?&lt;br /&gt;A: When the kids are in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ESTROGEN ISSUES'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE 'ESTROGEN ISSUES'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.&lt;br /&gt;3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.&lt;br /&gt;5. You 're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: 'How's my driving-call 1- 800-'.&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from 'outer space'&lt;br /&gt;9. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;10. Cats' facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fat clothes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.&lt;br /&gt;5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Eyelash curlers.&lt;br /&gt;2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, the Number One thing only women understand :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OTHER WOMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8087596040271015522?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8087596040271015522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8087596040271015522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8087596040271015522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8087596040271015522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/pregnancy-estrogen-and-women.html' title='Pregnancy, Estrogen, and Women‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8897486366732102858</id><published>2009-02-20T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:46:41.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious jokes'/><title type='text'>Never Be Late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priest's Retirement Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the parish. A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he was delayed, so the priest decided to say his own few words while they waited and waited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when questioned by the police, was able to lie his way out of it. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss's wife, taken illegal drugs, and gave VD to his sister. I was appalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the days went on I learned that my people were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of good and loving people..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and gave his talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never forget the f first day our parish priest arrived,' said the politician. 'In fact, I had the honor of being the first person to go to him for confession."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Never, Never, Never Be Late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8897486366732102858?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8897486366732102858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8897486366732102858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8897486366732102858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8897486366732102858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-be-late.html' title='Never Be Late!'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1857858554630309513</id><published>2009-02-20T23:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:12:23.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking jokes'/><title type='text'>Drank Too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align=center&gt;15 Signs You Drank Too MUCH&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - You spent Sunday  night in jail for cow-tipping — with your Oldsmobile.&lt;br /&gt;14 - Although armed with fire extinguishers, friends stood at a safe distance as you blew out your birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;13 - Thanks to you, Jack Daniels stock is up 15 1/4 since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Boris Yeltsin called personally to ask you to slow down on the Stoli.&lt;br /&gt;11 - For some reason, there's salt on the rim of your basketball goal.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Your name is Otis and Sheriff Andy has brought you some of Aunt Bea's pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;9 - For the money you spent on Thunderbird, you could've bought the automobile.&lt;br /&gt;8 - You're now the proud inventor of the "Slim Jim": Ultra Slim-Fast shakes made with Jim Beam.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Answering machine full of warnings from Coach Switzer.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Absolut wants to run an ad featuring a picture of your liver in the shape of a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Yet again, dry cleaner employees greet you with, "Hey, it's Vomit Man!"&lt;br /&gt;4 - The doorman asks for your I.D. just to see how long it'll take you to find your pants.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Your liver, in a fit of pique, leaps out of your abdominal cavity into a pan of frying onions.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Worried friends call Monday morning to make sure you returned the goat.�&lt;br /&gt;1 - You're now sober enough to realize "Drink Canada Dry" is a slogan and not a personal challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1857858554630309513?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1857858554630309513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1857858554630309513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1857858554630309513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1857858554630309513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/15-signs-you-drank-too-much_20.html' title='Drank Too Much'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2398361933928087742</id><published>2009-02-14T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:35:40.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious jokes'/><title type='text'>Sipping Vodka‏ in Church</title><content type='html'>A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak.  After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done.  The monsignor replied, 'When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice.  At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to talk up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon his return to his office after the mass, he found the following note on&lt;br /&gt;the door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sip the vodka, don't gulp.&lt;br /&gt;2) There are 10 commandments, not 12.&lt;br /&gt;3) There are 12 disciples, not 10.&lt;br /&gt;4) Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.&lt;br /&gt;5) Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.&lt;br /&gt;6) We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J.C.&lt;br /&gt;7) The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Big Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;Junior and the spook.&lt;br /&gt;8) David slew Goliath; he did not kick the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;9) When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say&lt;br /&gt;he was stoned off his ass.&lt;br /&gt;10)We do not refer to the cross as the 'Big T.'&lt;br /&gt;11)When Jesus broke the bread at the last supper he said, 'Take this and eat&lt;br /&gt;it for it is my body.' He did not say 'Eat me'.&lt;br /&gt;12)The Virgin Mary is not called 'Mary with the Cherry'..&lt;br /&gt;13)The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the&lt;br /&gt;grub, Yeah God.&lt;br /&gt;14)Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at St. Peter's not a&lt;br /&gt;peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2398361933928087742?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2398361933928087742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2398361933928087742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2398361933928087742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2398361933928087742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/sipping-vodka-in-church.html' title='Sipping Vodka‏ in Church'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8659246735147499783</id><published>2009-02-08T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:29:44.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck jokes'/><title type='text'>Bubba's Swim Trunks‏</title><content type='html'>Bubba liked to frequent the old swimming hole but was never able to attract the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to ask his friend Billy-Bob for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's those big baggy swimming trunks that make you look like an old fool...They're years outta style. Your best bet is to grab yourself a pair of Speedos - about two sizes too little and drop a fist-sized tater down inside them. I'm telling ya man...you'll have all the babes you want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend, Bubba hits the swimming hole with his spanking new tight Speedos, and his fist-sized potato. Everybody at the swimming hole was disgusted as he walked by, covering their faces, turning away, laughing, looking sick! Bubba went back to his buddy Billy-Bob and asked him, "What's wrong now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lard-Almighty Bubba!" said Billy-Bob, "the tater goes in the front!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8659246735147499783?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8659246735147499783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8659246735147499783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8659246735147499783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8659246735147499783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/bubbas-swim-trunks.html' title='Bubba&apos;s Swim Trunks‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2934090714107711705</id><published>2009-02-08T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:24:57.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal jokes'/><title type='text'>Difference between Dog and Cat Diaries</title><content type='html'>Excerpts from a Dog's Diary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from a Cat's Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 983 of my captivity.&lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear,&lt;br /&gt;I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.&lt;br /&gt;The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe....For now.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2934090714107711705?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2934090714107711705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2934090714107711705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2934090714107711705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2934090714107711705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/difference-between-dog-and-cat-diaries.html' title='Difference between Dog and Cat Diaries'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1928576233032560236</id><published>2009-02-07T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:45:37.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hundreds Attend Global Warming Protest...</title><content type='html'>Hundreds Attend Global Warming Protest...One of the largest turnouts ever to Protest the global warming crisis!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SY3Icvj1QvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NH9pb4pXtw/s1600-h/snowmen.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SY3Icvj1QvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NH9pb4pXtw/s400/snowmen.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300112732613591794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1928576233032560236?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1928576233032560236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1928576233032560236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1928576233032560236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1928576233032560236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/hundreds-attend-global-warming-protest.html' title='Hundreds Attend Global Warming Protest...'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SY3Icvj1QvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NH9pb4pXtw/s72-c/snowmen.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6881304092491905421</id><published>2009-02-06T12:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:47:48.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mental Health Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Love Story of Ralph and Edna&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mental Health Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6881304092491905421?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6881304092491905421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6881304092491905421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6881304092491905421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6881304092491905421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-mental-health-day.html' title='Happy Mental Health Day'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-9021142093108227381</id><published>2009-02-06T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:49:45.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>The Punk and the Senior</title><content type='html'>Took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes.  We decided to grab a bite at the food court.  I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.  The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors:  green, red, orange, and blue.  My dad kept staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager would look and find him staring every time.  When the teenager had had enough, he sarcastically asked,  "What's the matter old man--never done anything wild  in your life?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would  not choke on his response, knowing he would have a good one.  In classic style, he didn't bat an eye in his response:  "Got drunk once, and had sex with a peacock.  I was just  wondering if you were my son."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SYx1ezuSkGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-RC7MS80-tA/s1600-h/spiked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SYx1ezuSkGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-RC7MS80-tA/s400/spiked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299740033649119330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-9021142093108227381?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/9021142093108227381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=9021142093108227381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/9021142093108227381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/9021142093108227381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/02/punk-and-senior.html' title='The Punk and the Senior'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SYx1ezuSkGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-RC7MS80-tA/s72-c/spiked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-5021997508825175938</id><published>2009-01-31T23:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:37:20.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck jokes'/><title type='text'>Are You a Redneck</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know you might be a redneck when......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can entertain yourself for more than 15 minutes with a fly swatter.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You burn your yard rather than mow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. The Salvation Army declines your furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You offer to give someone the shirt off your back and they don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. You have the local taxidermist on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. You come back from the dump with more than you took.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You keep a can of Raid on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Your wife can climb a tree faster than your cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your grandmother has 'ammo' on her Christmas list.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You keep flea and tick soap in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. You've been involved in a custody fight over a hunting dog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You go to the stock car races and don't need a program.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You know how many bales of hay your car will hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. You have a rag for a gas cap.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your house doesn't have curtains, but your truck does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. You wonder how service stations keep their rest-rooms so clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.. You can spit without opening your mouth.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. You consider your license plate personalized because your father made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. Your lifetime goal is to own a fireworks stand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You have a complete set of salad bowls and they all say 'Cool Whip' on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.. The biggest city you've ever been to is Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your working TV sits on top of your non-working TV.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You've used your ironing board as a buffet table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A tornado hits your neighborhood and does $100,000 worth of improvements.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You've used a toilet brush to scratch your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You missed your 5th grade graduation because you were on jury duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You think fast food is hitting a deer at 65.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-5021997508825175938?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/5021997508825175938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=5021997508825175938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5021997508825175938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5021997508825175938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-redneck.html' title='Are You a Redneck'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1064195976021277278</id><published>2009-01-31T23:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:32:21.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redneck jokes'/><title type='text'>FINALLY, OVERALLS THAT FIT!‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just ask for the ' ALABAMA ' CUT'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SYUlp3HH-GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/to8uAsCt3gM/s1600-h/alabamacut.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SYUlp3HH-GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/to8uAsCt3gM/s400/alabamacut.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297681937769953378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1064195976021277278?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1064195976021277278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1064195976021277278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1064195976021277278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1064195976021277278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-overalls-that-fit.html' title='FINALLY, OVERALLS THAT FIT!‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SYUlp3HH-GI/AAAAAAAAAOM/to8uAsCt3gM/s72-c/alabamacut.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6107957052380820038</id><published>2009-01-31T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:51:11.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish jokes'/><title type='text'>Irish Levity‏</title><content type='html'>Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when Paddy  Murphy loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael O'Connor looks around and asks, 'Well, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife.   Who will it be?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They draw straws.  Paul Gallagher picks the short one.  They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Discreet???   I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet.  Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door.   Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher declares, 'Your husband just lost $500, and is afraid to come home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Tell him to drop dead!', says Murphy's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I'll go tell him.' says Gallagher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So,' says the cop to the driver, 'where have ya  been?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why, I've been to the pub of course,' slurs the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says the cop, 'it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I did all right,' the drunk says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you know,' says the cop, standing straight, and folding his arms across his chest, 'that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, thank heavens,' sighs the drunk. 'for a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Brenda, may I come in?' he asks. 'I've somethin' to tell ya'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim..   But where's my husband?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda.  There was an accident  down at the Guinness brewery'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, God no!' cries Brenda. 'Please don't tell me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she looked up at Tim. 'How did it happen, Tim?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout, and drowned.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my dear!   But you must tell me true, Tim, did he at least go quickly?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, Brenda, no.   In fact, he got out three times to pee.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after his Sunday morning service,  and she's in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'Oh, Father, I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, 'Oh, Mary, that's terrible. Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'That he did, Father.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, 'What did he ask, Mary?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She says, 'He said, 'Please Mary, put down that gun...' '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BEST FOR LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention, but the drunk continues to sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk mumbles, 'Ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side either.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6107957052380820038?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6107957052380820038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6107957052380820038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6107957052380820038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6107957052380820038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/irish-levity.html' title='Irish Levity‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3519954945861913634</id><published>2009-01-26T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:02:25.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>New Alphabet for Seniors</title><content type='html'>A is for apple, and B is for boat,&lt;br /&gt;That used to be right, but now it won't float!&lt;br /&gt;Age before beauty is what we once said,&lt;br /&gt;But let's be a bit more realistic instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;The Alphabet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's for arthritis;&lt;br /&gt;B's the bad back,&lt;br /&gt;C's the chest pains,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps car-d-iac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for dental decay and decline,&lt;br /&gt;E is for eyesight, can't read that top line!&lt;br /&gt;F is for fissures and fluid retention,&lt;br /&gt;G is for gas which I'd rather not mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H . high blood pressure--I' d rather it low;&lt;br /&gt;I . for incisions with scars you can show.&lt;br /&gt;J is for joints, out of socket, won't mend,&lt;br /&gt;K is for knees that crack when they bend.&lt;br /&gt;L for libido, what happened to sex?&lt;br /&gt;M is for memory, I forget what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;N is neuralgia, in nerves way down low;&lt;br /&gt;O is for osteo, bones that don't grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P for prescriptions, I have quite a few,&lt;br /&gt;just give me a pill and I'll be good as new!&lt;br /&gt;Q is for queasy, is it fatal or flu?&lt;br /&gt;R is for reflux, one meal turns to two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for sleepless nights, counting my fears,&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tinnitus; bells in my ears!&lt;br /&gt;U is for urinary; troubles with flow;&lt;br /&gt;V for vertigo, that's 'dizzy,' you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W for worry, N OW what's going 'round?&lt;br /&gt;X is for X ray, and what might be found.&lt;br /&gt;Y for another year I'm left here behind,&lt;br /&gt;Z is for zest I still have-- in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've survived all the symptoms, my body's deployed,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm keeping twenty-six doctors fully employed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3519954945861913634?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3519954945861913634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3519954945861913634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3519954945861913634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3519954945861913634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-alphabet-for-seniors.html' title='New Alphabet for Seniors'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2840806611514791211</id><published>2009-01-25T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:32:02.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Words of the Day‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to read these out loud (#11 just kills me!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. *Cheese*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The teacher told Pepito to use the word cheese in a sentence. Pepito replies: Maria likes me, but cheese fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. *Mushroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When all my family get in the car, there's not mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. *Shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My fren wanted 2 become a citizen but she didn't know how to read so I shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. * Texas *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My fren always Texas me when I ' m not home wondering where I'm at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. *Herpes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Me and my fren ordered pizza. I got mine piece and she got herpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. *July*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Ju told me ju we're going to tha store and July to me! Julyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. *Rectum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I had 2 cars but my wife rectum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. *Chicken*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was going to go to the store with my wife but chicken go herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. *Wheelchair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We only have one enchilada left, but don't worry wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. *Chicken* *wing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My wife plays the lottery so chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. *Harassment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My wife caught me in bed with another women and I told her honey harassment nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. *Bishop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     My wife fell down the stair so I had to pick the bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. *Body wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *I want to go to the club but no body wash my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2840806611514791211?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2840806611514791211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2840806611514791211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2840806611514791211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2840806611514791211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/spanish-words-of-day.html' title='Spanish Words of the Day‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7555166891465359719</id><published>2009-01-25T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:47:19.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject: OH!!! This would be so funny if it weren't SO true!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>AAADD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW THE SYMPTOMS.....PLEASE READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder.  Somehow I feel better even though I have it!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is how it manifests:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I decide to water my garden.  As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.  I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,&lt;br /&gt;and notice that the can is full.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi I'd been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Pepsi is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the Pepsi on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.  Someone left it on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day:  the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter, the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 check in my check book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7555166891465359719?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7555166891465359719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7555166891465359719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7555166891465359719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7555166891465359719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/subject-oh-this-would-be-so-funny-if-it.html' title='Subject: OH!!! This would be so funny if it weren&apos;t SO true!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-5167451085159703473</id><published>2009-01-23T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:46:13.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Things I Hate About Everyone</title><content type='html'>People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumbass?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-5167451085159703473?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/5167451085159703473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=5167451085159703473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5167451085159703473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5167451085159703473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-things-i-hate-about-everyone.html' title='9 Things I Hate About Everyone'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7454772013003886065</id><published>2009-01-23T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:44:54.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane Name Change</title><content type='html'>While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female crewman gave the G.I.s on board the usual information regarding seat belts, emergency information, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she said, 'Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew take you safely to Afghanistan.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old MSgt. sitting in the eighth row thought to himself, 'Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman?'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the attendant came by he said 'Did I understand you right? Is the Captain a woman?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' said the attendant, 'In fact, this entire crew is female.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God,' he said, 'I wish I had two double scotch and sodas. I don't know what to think with only women up there in the cockpit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's another thing, Sergeant,' said the crew member.  'We no longer call it 'The Cockpit'. It's the 'Box Office.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7454772013003886065?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7454772013003886065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7454772013003886065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7454772013003886065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7454772013003886065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/airplane-name-change.html' title='Airplane Name Change'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1334739660587750942</id><published>2009-01-23T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:28:10.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>Winter Blonde and the Snowplow</title><content type='html'>One winter morning a husband and wife in northern Minnesota were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard the announcer Say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the Snowplows can get through." So the good wife went out and moved her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so The snowplows can get through." The good wife went out and moved her car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park...." Then the electric power went out. The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "Honey, I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snowplows can get through?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the love and understanding in his voice that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, the husband replied, "Why don't you just leave it in the garage this time."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1334739660587750942?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1334739660587750942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1334739660587750942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1334739660587750942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1334739660587750942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-blonde-and-snowplow.html' title='Winter Blonde and the Snowplow'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-7028647887159099228</id><published>2009-01-23T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:50:20.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ways to Annoy People</title><content type='html'>51. Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;52. ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;53. only type in lowercase. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;54. dont use any punctuation either &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;55. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;56. Pay for your dinner with pennies. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;57. Tie jingle bells to all your clothes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;58. Repeat everything someone says, as a question. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;59. Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;60. Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assassination/UFO/ O.J Simpson conspiracy theories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-7028647887159099228?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/7028647887159099228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=7028647887159099228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7028647887159099228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/7028647887159099228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-ways-to-annoy-people.html' title='More Ways to Annoy People'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-5511155501903287019</id><published>2009-01-21T17:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:49:49.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband jokes'/><title type='text'>Be Careful</title><content type='html'>For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money. If she would go to Italy to secretly have the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child &gt;support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti' on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Honey', she said, 'you received a very strange post card today'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, really? Let me see...', he said.. The wife gave it to him and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the card was written: 'Spaghetti, Spaghetti, and Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two with meatballs, one without. Send extra sauce.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-5511155501903287019?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/5511155501903287019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=5511155501903287019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5511155501903287019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5511155501903287019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-careful.html' title='Be Careful'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2632436922463254495</id><published>2009-01-20T03:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:11:52.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wal-mart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><title type='text'>Recession and Retirement Yield Higher Floor Traffic For Wal-Mart</title><content type='html'>After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally, unfortunately, my wife is like most women --- she loves to browse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Hill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our complaints against Mr. Hill are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July2: Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in House wares. Get on it right away'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;M's on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. August 14: Moved the 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. September 4th: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna Look' by using different sizes of funnels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. October 18: He hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed by, he yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last, but not least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, and then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2632436922463254495?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2632436922463254495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2632436922463254495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2632436922463254495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2632436922463254495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/recession-and-retirement-yield-higher.html' title='Recession and Retirement Yield Higher Floor Traffic For Wal-Mart'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4061105205439456938</id><published>2009-01-19T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:57:20.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You are Living In 2009 When!</title><content type='html'>1. You accidentally enter your PIN on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they&lt;br /&gt;don't have e-mail addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't even have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this&lt;br /&gt;message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this&lt;br /&gt;list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4061105205439456938?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4061105205439456938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4061105205439456938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4061105205439456938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4061105205439456938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-you-are-living-in-2009-when.html' title='You Know You are Living In 2009 When!'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6714035201842795438</id><published>2009-01-17T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:22:07.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wal-mart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband jokes'/><title type='text'>HUSBAND DOWN</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife are shopping in their local Wal-Mart. The husband picks up a case of Budweiser and puts it in their cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you're doing?" asks the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're on sale, only $10 for 24 cans," he replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put them back, we can't afford them," demands the wife, and so they carry on shopping. A few aisles further on along the woman picks up a $20 jar offace cream and puts it in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you're doing?" asks the husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its my face cream. It makes me look beautiful," replies the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband retorts: "So does 24 cans of Budweiser and its half the price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the PA system: "Cleanup needed on aisle 25, we have a husband down"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6714035201842795438?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6714035201842795438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6714035201842795438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6714035201842795438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6714035201842795438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/husband-down.html' title='HUSBAND DOWN'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2261585781115526464</id><published>2009-01-15T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:59:45.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detroit lions jokes'/><title type='text'>2009 DETROIT LIONS SCHEDULE</title><content type='html'>2009 DETROIT LIONS &lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL SCHEDULE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September &lt;br /&gt;13................Taft Junior High School &lt;br /&gt;20................Cub Scout Troop #101 &lt;br /&gt;27................Detroit Blind Academy &lt;br /&gt;October &lt;br /&gt;04.................Spanish American War Vets &lt;br /&gt;11................Crippled Children's Home &lt;br /&gt;18................Eloise Mental Hospital &lt;br /&gt;25.................Girl Scout Troop # 353 &lt;br /&gt;November &lt;br /&gt;01..................Michigan Venereal Disease Clinic &lt;br /&gt;08.................Fraser Boys Choir &lt;br /&gt;15.................Korean Amputees &lt;br /&gt;22.................National Hospital Pastorial Ministers &lt;br /&gt;29.................Great Lakes Sychronized SwimmingTeam &lt;br /&gt;MONDAY NIGHT &lt;br /&gt;December 07..................Grand Rapids Gay Boys Club &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RULE CHANGES FROM LAST YEAR ** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - When playing polio patients, the Lions must not disconnect knee braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - When playing the Blind Academy, the Lions must not hide the football&lt;br /&gt;under their jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES THE SAME FROM LAST YEAR ** &lt;br /&gt;1 - A touchdown (this is when the ball is carried over the goal line.)&lt;br /&gt;For all you Lions fans that have never seen this) it is &gt;&gt;&gt; still worth 6 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - The Lions will be allowed 20 men on the field at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - The Lions will be allowed to substitute with band members at&lt;br /&gt;anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - The Lions will be awarded 10 timeouts as opposed to 3 for the&lt;br /&gt;opposing team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 - The Lions will be awarded a first down with each gain of three&lt;br /&gt;yards or more, instead of the usual ten yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** NAME CHANGE ** &lt;br /&gt;The Detroit Lions will be changed to the "Detroit Tampons" as  they&lt;br /&gt;are only good for one period and have no second string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2261585781115526464?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2261585781115526464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2261585781115526464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2261585781115526464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2261585781115526464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-detroit-lions-schedule.html' title='2009 DETROIT LIONS SCHEDULE'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-20855576368282697</id><published>2009-01-08T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:16:45.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>The Blond Cookbook</title><content type='html'>It's fun to cook for Tom. Today I made angel food cake The recipe said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan me some extra bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without dressing. So I didn't dress. What a surprise when Tom brought a friend home for supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming the rice. It seemed kind of silly but I took a bath anyway. I can't say it improved the rice any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Tom asked for salad again I tried a new recipe. It said prepare ingredients; lay on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving. Tom asked me why I was rolling around in the garden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said put the ingredients in a bowl and beat it. There must have been something wrong with this recipe. When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday. I don't have any clothes that fit it, and for some reason Tom keeps counting to ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast but all I had was hamburger. Suddenly I had a flash of genius.. I put the hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came out hamburger, much to my disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT DEAR DIARY. This has been a very exciting week! I am eager for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Tom. If I can talk Tom into buying a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with a chocolate moose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-20855576368282697?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/20855576368282697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=20855576368282697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/20855576368282697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/20855576368282697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/blond-cookbook.html' title='The Blond Cookbook'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-8083406788943138322</id><published>2009-01-08T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:20:41.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>Winter Blonde</title><content type='html'>As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up.  She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trucker lowers the window, and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some of your load."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She jumps out of her car, runs up and knocks on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the trucker lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde says brightly, "Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the third red light, the same thing happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All out of breath, the blonde gets out of her car, runs up, knocks on the truck door. The trucker rolls down the window. Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather, and&lt;br /&gt;you are losing some of your load!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light turns green the trucker revs up and races to the next light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he stops this time, he hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocks on her window, and after she lowers it, he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, my name is Mark, it's winter in WISCONSIN and I'm driving the SANDER!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-8083406788943138322?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/8083406788943138322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=8083406788943138322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8083406788943138322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/8083406788943138322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-blonde.html' title='Winter Blonde'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3843417916142247356</id><published>2009-01-07T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:33:32.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>It's winter in Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;And the gentle breezes blow&lt;br /&gt;Seventy miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;At twenty-five below.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;When the snow's up to your butt&lt;br /&gt;You take a breath of winter&lt;br /&gt;And your nose gets frozen shut.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the weather here is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll hang around&lt;br /&gt;I could never leave Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SWUDbzcc1aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6-NoOmhRxk0/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SWUDbzcc1aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6-NoOmhRxk0/s400/winter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288637113617405346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3843417916142247356?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3843417916142247356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3843417916142247356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3843417916142247356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3843417916142247356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-in-wisconsin.html' title='Winter in Wisconsin'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SWUDbzcc1aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6-NoOmhRxk0/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3858338849090559515</id><published>2009-01-05T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:06:10.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wal-mart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><title type='text'>My Job as Wal-Mart Greeter</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I had ambitions of finding a simple, uncomplicated part time job. Unfortunately, as I have gotten a little older, I have become a little less sensitive. So after landing my new job as a Wal-Mart greeter, a good find for many retirees, I lasted less than a day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance. As I had been instructed, I said pleasantly, 'Good morning , and welcome to Wal-Mart .. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 'Hell no, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7. Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied, 'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am, I just couldn't believe you got laid twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3858338849090559515?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3858338849090559515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3858338849090559515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3858338849090559515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3858338849090559515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-job-as-wal-mart-greeter.html' title='My Job as Wal-Mart Greeter'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2429116956997133590</id><published>2008-12-30T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:25:08.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then the Fight Started‏</title><content type='html'>My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, 'What's on TV?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Dust.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought her a scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked, 'Do you know her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, she can order for herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies. Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man 'Holy crap. That must be my husband!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, 'I AM your husband!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman yelled back, 'Yeah, then why were you running?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started ...&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are watching "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then said, "Is that your final answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the fight started....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2429116956997133590?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2429116956997133590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2429116956997133590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2429116956997133590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2429116956997133590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-then-fight-started.html' title='And Then the Fight Started‏'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2666702822189471530</id><published>2008-12-05T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:49:49.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><title type='text'>Should Children Witness Child Birth?</title><content type='html'>Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl, to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby. Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Her mother pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr old how she felt about what she had just seen. Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place. Smack his ass again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2666702822189471530?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2666702822189471530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2666702822189471530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2666702822189471530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2666702822189471530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/12/should-children-witness-child-birth.html' title='Should Children Witness Child Birth?'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3740455114254915442</id><published>2008-11-27T10:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:36:50.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars and Computers</title><content type='html'>Bill Gates is hanging out with the CEO of General Motors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"If automotive technology had kept pace with computer technology over the past few decades,” boasts Gates, "you would now be driving a V-32 instead of a V-8, and it would have a top speed of 10,000 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or, you could have an economy car that weighs 30 pounds and gets a thousand miles to a gallon of gas. In either case, the sticker price of a new car would be less than $50."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Sure,” says the General Motors CEO. "But would you really want to drive a car that crashes four times a day?!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3740455114254915442?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3740455114254915442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3740455114254915442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3740455114254915442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3740455114254915442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/cars-and-computers.html' title='Cars and Computers'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4402661592385742761</id><published>2008-11-24T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:19:40.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving jokes'/><title type='text'>John and the Parrot</title><content type='html'>John received a parrot as an early Christmas gift.  The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.  Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.  Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot.  The parrot yelled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even ruder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, in desperation, threw up his hands, grabbed the bird and shoved him in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed.  Then suddenly there was total quiet.  Not a peep was heard for over a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said 'I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions.  I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.  As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........"May I inquire as to what the turkey did?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4402661592385742761?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4402661592385742761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4402661592385742761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4402661592385742761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4402661592385742761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-and-parrot.html' title='John and the Parrot'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1024929150360711908</id><published>2008-11-22T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:19:41.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work jokes'/><title type='text'>Top 5 things to say if caught sleeping at your desk:</title><content type='html'>5. The blood bank mentioned this might happen.&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone must have put decaf in the wrong pot.&lt;br /&gt;3. Unbelievable; I thought that cold medicine said DAYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;2. Whew! Guess I left the top off that liquid paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE #1 THING TO SAY IF YOU GET CAUGHT SLEEPING AT YOUR DESK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amen.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1024929150360711908?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1024929150360711908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1024929150360711908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1024929150360711908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1024929150360711908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-5-things-to-say-if-caught-sleeping.html' title='Top 5 things to say if caught sleeping at your desk:'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3723832744474179537</id><published>2008-11-19T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:32:41.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walmart'/><title type='text'>Walmart Returns</title><content type='html'>A woman went to a WalMart service counter and told the clerk she wanted a refund for the toaster she bought because it won't work. The clerk told her that he can't give her a refund because she bought it on special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the woman threw her arms up in the air and started screaming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The befuddled clerk ran away to get the store manager In front of a growing crowd of customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager comes to the woman and asks,'Ma'am what's wrong?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explains the problem with the toaster, and he also tells her that he can't give her a refund because she bought it on special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the woman throws her arms up in the air and screams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES, PINCH MY NIPPLES!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which begins to draw an even bigger crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In shock, the store manager pleads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma'am, why are you saying that ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a huff, the woman says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BECAUSE, I LIKE TO HAVE MY NIPPLES PINCHED WHEN I'M BEING SCREWED!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd broke into applause and her money was quickly refunded!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3723832744474179537?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3723832744474179537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3723832744474179537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3723832744474179537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3723832744474179537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/walmart-returns.html' title='Walmart Returns'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4823334767476992069</id><published>2008-11-16T11:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:44:41.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of the mouth of children'/><title type='text'>The Polite Way To Ask To Pee</title><content type='html'>During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said, just a minute, I have to go pee. The teacher responded by saying, that would be rude and impolite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you Sherman, how would you say it? Sherman said, I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's better, said the teacher, but, it's still not very nice to say the word 'bathroom' at the dinner table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, little Edward, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope to introduce you to after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4823334767476992069?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4823334767476992069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4823334767476992069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4823334767476992069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4823334767476992069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/polite-way-to-ask-to-pee.html' title='The Polite Way To Ask To Pee'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1560992244759150011</id><published>2008-11-16T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:32:19.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK TESTICLES</title><content type='html'>A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. A young, student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse, he mumbles, from behind the mask. 'Are my testicles black?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed the young nurse replies 'I don't know Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He struggles to ask again, 'Nurse, please check. Are my testicles black?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned that she may elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she takes a close look and says, 'There's nothing wrong with them, Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, 'Thank you very much. That was wonderful but listen very, very closely......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are - my - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1560992244759150011?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1560992244759150011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1560992244759150011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1560992244759150011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1560992244759150011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-testicles.html' title='BLACK TESTICLES'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1666703346269041751</id><published>2008-11-04T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:29:55.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLONDE JOKES'/><title type='text'>THE BLONDE AND FOOTBALL</title><content type='html'>A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game. They had great seats &lt;br /&gt;right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I really liked it,' she replied, 'especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded, her date asked, 'What do you mean?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, they flipped a coin, one team got it and then for the rest of the game, all they kept screaming was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like...Helloooooooooooooo? It's only 25 freaking cents!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1666703346269041751?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1666703346269041751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1666703346269041751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1666703346269041751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1666703346269041751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/blonde-and-football.html' title='THE BLONDE AND FOOTBALL'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-991719940915635986</id><published>2008-11-04T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:27:05.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Party</title><content type='html'>A couple was invited to a swanky costume party. The Mrs. got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He being a devoted husband protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his good time being spoiled by not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he took his costume and away he went. The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awakened without pain and, as it was still early, decided to go the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice woman he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife sidled up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his current partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new babe that had just arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let him go as far as he wished , naturally, since he was her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off they went to one of the cars and had a quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away, went home, put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting up reading when he came in, and she asked what kind of a time he had. He said: 'Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Did you dance much ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not going to believe what happened to the guy I loaned my costume to....'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-991719940915635986?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/991719940915635986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=991719940915635986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/991719940915635986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/991719940915635986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/costume-party.html' title='Costume Party'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-6165653212270663452</id><published>2008-11-02T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:33:30.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisconsin'/><title type='text'>You know you have grown up in Wisconsin when:</title><content type='html'>* You know how to polka, but never tried it sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You know what knee-high by the Fourth of July means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You know it is traditional for the bride and groom to go bar&lt;br /&gt;     hopping between the reception and wedding dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You know the difference between 'Green* and *Red* farm machinery,&lt;br /&gt;     and would fight with your friends on the playground over which was&lt;br /&gt;     better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You buy Christmas presents at Fleet Farm,TSC, or Farm and Fleet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You spent more on beer &amp; liquor than you did on food at your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You hear someone use the word 'oof-dah* and you don*t break into&lt;br /&gt;    uncontrollable laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You or someone you know was a *Dairy Princess* at the county fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You know that *combine* is a noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You let your older siblings talk you into putting your tongue on a&lt;br /&gt;     steel post in the middle of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You think Lutheran and Catholic are THE major religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You know that *creek* rhymes with *pick*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * Football schedules, hunting season and harvest are all taken into&lt;br /&gt;   consideration before wedding dates are set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * A Friday night date is getting a six-pack and taking your&lt;br /&gt;    girlfriend shining for deer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * Saturday you go to your local bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * There was at least one, if not several, in your class who had to&lt;br /&gt;    help milk cows in the morning. And/or smelled like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You have driven your car on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You can make sense of *upnort* and *youse guys*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * Every wedding dance you have ever been to has the hokey pokey and&lt;br /&gt;   the chicken dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * The local gas station sells live bait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * At least twice a year some part of your home doubled as a meat&lt;br /&gt;   processing plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You think that the start of deer season is a national holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * You actually understand these jokes and will forward them to all&lt;br /&gt;   of your Wisconsin friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-6165653212270663452?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/6165653212270663452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=6165653212270663452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6165653212270663452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/6165653212270663452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-you-have-grown-up-in-wisconsin.html' title='You know you have grown up in Wisconsin when:'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-1123374724718534923</id><published>2008-11-01T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:46:32.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 People on a Rope</title><content type='html'>11 PEOPLE ... ON A ROPE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven people were hanging on a rope, under a helicopter...10 men and 1 woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave, because otherwise they were all going to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weren't able to choose that person, until the woman gave a very touching speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope because, as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids or for men in general and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-1123374724718534923?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/1123374724718534923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=1123374724718534923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1123374724718534923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/1123374724718534923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-people-on-rope.html' title='11 People on a Rope'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4096466049757824084</id><published>2008-10-27T14:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:27:19.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did the chicken cross the road?</title><content type='html'>&gt;BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for change! The chicken wanted change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;JOHN MC CAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One! that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either for us or against us. There is no middle road here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SARAH PALIN: Where's MY gun? That chicken's got no choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;AL GORE: I invented the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take the falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty ! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the 'other side.' Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay, too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like 'the other side.' That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;EVERYONE'S GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heartwarming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never reboot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4096466049757824084?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4096466049757824084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4096466049757824084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4096466049757824084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4096466049757824084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road?'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3274059603933621688</id><published>2008-10-26T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:13:51.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband jokes'/><title type='text'>Computer Software</title><content type='html'>Dear Tech Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as &lt;br /&gt;·Romance 9.5 and &lt;br /&gt;·Personal Attention 6.5, &lt;br /&gt;and then installed undesirable programs such as&lt;br /&gt;·NBA 5.0,&lt;br /&gt;·NFL 3.0 and&lt;br /&gt;·Golf Clubs 4.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DESPERATE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, keep in mind, &lt;br /&gt;·Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, &lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;·Husband 1.0 is an operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·If that application works as designed, Husband1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will download the Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend&lt;br /&gt;·Cooking 3.0 and&lt;br /&gt;·Hot Lingerie 7.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3274059603933621688?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3274059603933621688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3274059603933621688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3274059603933621688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3274059603933621688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-software.html' title='Computer Software'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-5297263832021149335</id><published>2008-10-24T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:31:10.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote oh the Week.</title><content type='html'>If Silence is Golden, Why is Duct Tape Silver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-5297263832021149335?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/5297263832021149335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=5297263832021149335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5297263832021149335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/5297263832021149335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-oh-week.html' title='Quote oh the Week.'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-544234565982349929</id><published>2008-10-24T23:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:11:13.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween jokes'/><title type='text'>Halloween Scare</title><content type='html'>A cabbie picks up a Nun . She gets into the cab , and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks him why he is staring. He replies: "I have a question to ask you but I don't want to offend you" She answers, "My son, you cannot offend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive." "Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic." The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic! "OK" the nun says. "Pull into the next alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The nun fulfills his fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush.  But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying. "My dear child," said the nun, why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Forgive me but I've sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun says, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-544234565982349929?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/544234565982349929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=544234565982349929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/544234565982349929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/544234565982349929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-scare.html' title='Halloween Scare'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4787158799871520509</id><published>2008-10-24T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:12:48.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween jokes'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween to the Seniors</title><content type='html'>You know you are too old to Trick or Treat when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You get winded from knocking on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You have to have another kid chew the candy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You ask for high fiber candy only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When someone drops a candy bar in your bag, you lose your balance and fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People say: "Great Boris Karloff Mask," And you're not wearing a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the door opens you yell, "Trick or..."  And can't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one reason Seniors should not go Trick Or Treating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You keep having to go home to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;No matter, have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4787158799871520509?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4787158799871520509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4787158799871520509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4787158799871520509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4787158799871520509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-to-seniors.html' title='Happy Halloween to the Seniors'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-4856009763479004395</id><published>2008-10-24T14:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:09:51.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>When Are You Old?</title><content type='html'>'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;Your sweetie says, 'Let's go upstairs And make love,' and you answer, 'Pick one; I can't do both!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;Your friends compliment you On your new alligator shoes and you're barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;A sexy babe catches your fancy and your pacemaker opens the garage door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN..&lt;br /&gt;'Getting a little action' Means you don't need to take any fiber today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;'Getting lucky' means you find your car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;An 'all nighter' means not getting up to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OLD' IS WHEN...&lt;br /&gt;You are not sure these are jokes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-4856009763479004395?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/4856009763479004395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=4856009763479004395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4856009763479004395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/4856009763479004395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-are-you-old.html' title='When Are You Old?'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-2355542821441714792</id><published>2008-10-21T16:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:13:11.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old age jokes'/><title type='text'>WOMeN KNOW HOW TO SOLVE MENS MID-LIFE CRISIS</title><content type='html'>AFTER BEING MARRIED FOR 40 YEARS, I TOOK A CAREFUL LOOK AT MY WIFE ONE DAY AND SAID, 'HONEY, 40 YEARS AGO WE HAD A CHEAP APARTMENT, A CHEAP CAR, SLEPT ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHED A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV, BUT I GOT TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT WITH A HOT 21-YEAR-OLD GAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'NOW I HAVE A $500,000.00 HOME, A $45,000.00 CAR, A NICE BIG BED AND A PLASMA SCREEN TV, BUT I'M SLEEPING WITH A 61-YEAR-OLD WOMAN. IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU'RE NOT HOLDING UP YOUR SIDE OF THINGS.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WIFE IS A VERY REASONABLE WOMAN. SHE TOLD ME TO GO OUT AND FIND A HOT 21-YEAR-OLD GAL, AND SHE WOULD MAKE SURE THAT I WOULD ONCE AGAIN BE LIVING IN A CHEAP APARTMENT, DRIVING A CHEAP CAR, SLEEPING ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHING A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AREN'T OLDER WOMEN GREAT? THEY REALLY KNOW HOW TO SOLVE YOUR MID-LIFE CRISIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-2355542821441714792?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/2355542821441714792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=2355542821441714792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2355542821441714792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/2355542821441714792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/woman-know-how-to-solve-mens-mid-life.html' title='WOMeN KNOW HOW TO SOLVE MENS MID-LIFE CRISIS'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650112493411067992.post-3284397660838810316</id><published>2008-10-20T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:11:58.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maxine'/><title type='text'>Are you more Martha or Maxine?</title><content type='html'>Are you Martha or Maxine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff a miniature marshmallow in the bottom of an ice cream cone to prevent ice cream drips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for Pete's sake! You are probably lying on the couch with your feet up eating it, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy Hungry Jack mashed potato mix. Keeps in the pantry for up to a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking pan, use a bit of the dry cake mix instead and there won't be any white mess on the outside of the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the bakery! Hell, they'll even decorate it for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you accidentally over-salt a dish while it's still cooking, drop in a peeled potato and it will absorb the excess salt for an instant 'fix-me-up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you over-salt a dish while you are cooking, that's too bad. Please recite with me the real woman's motto: 'I made it, you will eat it and I don't care how bad it tastes!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrap celery in aluminum foil when putting in the refrigerator and it will keep for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celery? Never heard of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush some beaten egg white over pie crust before baking to yield a beautiful glossy finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mrs. Smith frozen pie directions do not include brushing egg whites over the crust, so I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure for headaches: take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your forehead. The throbbing will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a lime, mix it with tequila, chill and drink! All your pains go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem opening jars, try using latex dish washing gloves. They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ask that very cute neighbor if he can open it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw out all that leftover wine. Freeze into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover wine??????????? HELLO!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5650112493411067992-3284397660838810316?l=laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/feeds/3284397660838810316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5650112493411067992&amp;postID=3284397660838810316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3284397660838810316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5650112493411067992/posts/default/3284397660838810316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughteristhebestmed.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-more-martha-or-maxine.html' title='Are you more Martha or Maxine?'/><author><name>wittyguyftl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03510128622223009104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UzkMp5qwdik/SH7WeD5n9UI/AAAAAAAAACg/O2sMIBCFRhY/S220/DSC00052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
