<?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-7313423718643238319</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:53:28.726-08:00</updated><category term='The bunny and the snake'/><category term='Religious philosophies of the world in a nutshell'/><category term='What Men Really Mean.'/><category term='Little Nancy'/><category term='Talking dog'/><category term='Bill Gates in Hell'/><category term='Don&apos;t use BM in Computer Terms'/><category term='More Jimmy Carr Quotes...'/><category term='Why Microsoft shouldn&apos;t make cars'/><category term='A snake&apos;s new glasses'/><category term='Ballerina'/><category term='ATM Card'/><category term='French Computers'/><category term='Why I Fired My Secretary'/><category term='The Smartest Dog Ever'/><category term='A Thief walks into the Bar'/><category term='blood test'/><category term='Twas the Month after Chanukah...'/><category term='airplane ride'/><category term='10 signs your an Internet geek'/><category term='smart salesman'/><category term='After a hard day at the office'/><category term='Staff IQ Test'/><category term='Computer Terminology'/><category term='water'/><category term='Message to the people of the USA'/><category term='99&apos; little bugs in the code'/><category term='If Architects Had To Work Like Programmers...'/><category term='$64k Question'/><category term='Man Who Liked Baked Beans'/><category term='History of the Internet'/><category term='How To Shower'/><category term='The parrot'/><category term='Gender roles'/><category term='you&apos;re smart monkey'/><category term='What is woman special ability???'/><category term='Sherlock Holmes'/><category term='Blind Bunny'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Prove that all odd integers are prime.'/><category term='Alligator Show'/><category term='20 dollars'/><category term='classic farmer joke'/><title type='text'>Make You Laugh N Happy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-3857718139683618214</id><published>2008-10-14T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:08:03.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart salesman'/><title type='text'>smart salesman</title><content type='html'>A neatly dressed salesman stopped a man in the street and asked -&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, would you like to buy a a bottle of this mouthwash for $200.00?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghast, the man said, "are you NUTS?, that's robbery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman seemed hurt and then tries again -&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, since you are a bit irate, I'll sell it to you for 1/2 price at $100.00?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the man replies bluntly - "you must be crazy pal, now go away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman then reaches into his briefcase and pulls out 2 brownies and begins munching away on one of them. He tells the irate guy -&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, please share one of my brownies since I have annoyed you so much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrapping the brownie, the guy takes a bite; suddenly, the guys spits it out and says:&lt;br /&gt;"HEY," he snarled, "this brownie tastes like crap!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is," replied the salesman. "Wanna buy some mouthwash?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-3857718139683618214?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3857718139683618214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=3857718139683618214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3857718139683618214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3857718139683618214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/smart-salesman.html' title='smart salesman'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-9011999353682991765</id><published>2008-10-14T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:56:17.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After a hard day at the office'/><title type='text'>After a hard day at the office</title><content type='html'>After a hard day at the office, three guys decide to go out for a cocktail to wind down. The bar becomes very crowded, a few drinks turns into many and soon everyone is tanked. All three lose track of each other and end up going home separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at the office, the three gather by the watercooler to discuss the past evening's events. The first guy says, "I got so drunk last night that I went home and blew chunks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy pipes up: "That's nothing. I got so drunk that I got in my car and drove it right into a telephone pole. Totaled it. I didn't get hurt, but now I have no car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy says, "Well, I got so drunk that when I got home, I cussed my girlfriend out and knocked over a candle which lit the apartment on fire. She dumped me, all my belongings are destroyed and the home insurance won't cover the damage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guys motions the two to come closer and whispers, "I'm not sure you guys understand.......Chunks is my dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-9011999353682991765?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/9011999353682991765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=9011999353682991765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/9011999353682991765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/9011999353682991765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-hard-day-at-office.html' title='After a hard day at the office'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-8257875865380158672</id><published>2008-10-14T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:52:05.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man Who Liked Baked Beans'/><title type='text'>Man Who Liked Baked Beans</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it became apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, she'll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this, so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that they were married. A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down and since they lived in the country, he called his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk. On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he still had several miles to walk he figured he could walk off any ill affects before he got home. So he went in and ordered, and before leaving had 3 extra large helpings ofbaked beans. All the way home he putt-putted. By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a blindfold on him, and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he was beginning to feel another one coming on. Just as his wife was about to remove the blindfold, the telephone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned, and away she went to answer the phone. While she was gone, he seized the opportunity. He shifted his weight to one leg and let go. It was not only loud, but ripe as a rotten egg. He had a hard time breathing, so he felt for his napkin and fanned the air about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had just started to feel better, when another urge came on. He raised his leg and RRIIIPPPP !!! It sounded like a diesel engine revving, and smelled worse. To keep from gagging, he tried fanning his arms a while, hoping the smell would dissipate. He got another urge. This was a real blue ribbon winner, the windows shook, the dishes on the table rattled and a minute later the flowers on the table were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While keeping an ear tuned in on the conversation in the hallway, and keeping his promise of staying blindfolded, he carried on like this for the next ten minutes, farting and fanning each time with his napkin. When he heard the phone farewells he neatly laid his napkin on his lap and folded his hands on top of it. Smiling contentedly, he was the picture of innocence when his wife walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologizing for taking so long, she asked if he had peeked at the dinner table. After assuring her he had not peeked, she removed the blindfold and yelled, "SURPRISE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his shock and horror, there were twelve dinner guests seated around the table for his surprise birthday party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-8257875865380158672?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8257875865380158672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=8257875865380158672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8257875865380158672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8257875865380158672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-who-liked-baked-beans.html' title='Man Who Liked Baked Beans'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-1303384204673382614</id><published>2008-10-12T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:08:01.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood test'/><title type='text'>blood test</title><content type='html'>Two children were sitting outside a clinic. One of them was crying very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Child: Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Child: I came here for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Child: So? Are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Child: No. For the blood test, they cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, the second one started crying profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was astonished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Child: Why are you crying now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Child: I came for a urine test !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-1303384204673382614?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1303384204673382614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=1303384204673382614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1303384204673382614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1303384204673382614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/blood-test.html' title='blood test'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-280127836666579207</id><published>2008-10-12T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:07:21.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>water</title><content type='html'>A small boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;"Da-ad..." "What?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thirsty. Can you bring me a drink of water?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. You had your chance. Lights out."&lt;br /&gt;"Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad..."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm THIRSTY...Can I have a drink of water??"&lt;br /&gt;"I told you NO! If you ask again I'll have to spank you!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Five minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;"Daaaa-aaaad..."&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT??!!"&lt;br /&gt;"When you come in to spank me, can you bring me a drink of water?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-280127836666579207?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/280127836666579207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=280127836666579207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/280127836666579207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/280127836666579207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/water.html' title='water'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-347127095087847289</id><published>2008-10-11T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:28:21.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is woman special ability???'/><title type='text'>What is woman special ability???</title><content type='html'>What is woman special abilityThe woman special ability is can bring a lot of milk without spilt.woman cannot die eventhough been shoot a lot of time in one sec......why?????woman also can freeze a otdog wihout using a frige......i dun know what de ans????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-347127095087847289?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/347127095087847289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=347127095087847289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/347127095087847289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/347127095087847289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-woman-special-ability.html' title='What is woman special ability???'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-7240192221805374254</id><published>2008-10-10T05:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:59:47.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 signs your an Internet geek'/><title type='text'>10 signs your an Internet geek</title><content type='html'>10. When filling out your driver's license application you give your IP address.&lt;br /&gt;9. You no longer ask prospective dates what their sign is, instead your line is "Hi, what's your URL?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Instead of calling you to dinner, your spouse sends e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're amazed to find out spam is a food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You "ping" people to see if they're awake, "finger" them to find out how they are, and "AYT" them to make sure they're listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You search the Net endlessly hoping to win every silly free T-shirt contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You introduce your wife as "my lady@home.wife" and refer to your children as "client applications".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At social functions you introduce your husband as "my domain server".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After winning the office super bowl pool you blurt out, "I feel so colon-right parentheses!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the number one sign you are an Internet Geek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two Words: "Pizza's Here!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-7240192221805374254?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/7240192221805374254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=7240192221805374254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/7240192221805374254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/7240192221805374254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-signs-your-internet-geek.html' title='10 signs your an Internet geek'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-8047948687275354060</id><published>2008-10-10T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:59:15.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Gates in Hell'/><title type='text'>Bill Gates in Hell</title><content type='html'>Bill Gates dies and goes to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Satan greets him: "Welcome Mr. Gates, we've been waiting for you. This will be your home for all eternity. You've been selfish, greedy and a big liar all your life. Now, since you've got me in a good mood, I'll be generous and give you a choice of three places in which you'll be locked up forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan takes Bill to a huge lake of fire in which millions of poor souls are tormented and tortured. He then takes him to a massive coliseum where thousands of people are chased about and devoured by starving lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he takes Bill to a tiny room in which there is a Beautiful young blonde with an alluring look on her face, sitting at a table on which there is a bottle of the finest wine. To Bill's delight, he sees a &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.studiojokes.com/view.php?ItemID=17#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the corner. Without hesitation, Bill says, "I'll take this option."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine," says Satan, allowing Bill to enter the room. Satan locks the room after Bill. As he turns around, he bumps into Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was Bill Gates!" cried Lucifer. "Why did you give him the best place of all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what everyone thinks," snickered Satan. "The bottle has a hole in it and the girl hasn't..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the PC?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's got Windows 95!" laughed Satan. "And it's missing three keys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Control, Alt and Delete."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-8047948687275354060?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8047948687275354060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=8047948687275354060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8047948687275354060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8047948687275354060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/bill-gates-in-hell.html' title='Bill Gates in Hell'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-5003040265094312541</id><published>2008-10-10T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:58:45.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='99&apos; little bugs in the code'/><title type='text'>99' little bugs in the code</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MainTable" align="center" border="0" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" rules="none" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;99 little bugs in the code,&lt;br /&gt;99 bugs in the code,&lt;br /&gt;fix one bug, compile it again,&lt;br /&gt;101 little bugs in the code.&lt;br /&gt;101 little bugs in the code,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (Repeat until BUGS = 0)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-5003040265094312541?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/5003040265094312541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=5003040265094312541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/5003040265094312541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/5003040265094312541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/99-little-bugs-in-code.html' title='99&apos; little bugs in the code'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-119234565560123384</id><published>2008-10-10T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:57:58.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Terminology'/><title type='text'>Computer Terminology</title><content type='html'>486 - The average IQ needed to understand a &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.studiojokes.com/view.php?ItemID=19#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;State-of-the-art - Any computer you can't afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsolete - Any computer you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsecond - The time it takes for your state-of-the-art &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.studiojokes.com/view.php?ItemID=19#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to become obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G3 - Apple's new Macs that make you say "Gee, three times faster than the computer I bought for the same price a Microsecond ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syntax Error - Walking into a computer store and saying, "Hi, I want to buy a computer and money is no object."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Drive - The sales technique employed by computer salesmen, esp. after a Syntax Error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUI - What your computer becomes after spilling your coffee on it. (pronounced "gooey")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard - The standard way to generate computer errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse - An advanced input device to make computer errors easier to generate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floppy - The state of your wallet after purchasing a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portable Computer - A device invented to force businessmen to work at home, on vacation, and on business trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disk Crash - A typical computer response to any critical deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power User - Anyone who can format a disk from DOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System Update - A quick method of trashing ALL of your software.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-119234565560123384?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/119234565560123384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=119234565560123384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/119234565560123384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/119234565560123384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-terminology.html' title='Computer Terminology'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-3704296399953506966</id><published>2008-10-10T05:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:57:08.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History of the Internet'/><title type='text'>History of the Internet</title><content type='html'>In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com, did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, she had been called Amazon Dot Com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said unto Abraham, her husband, "Why doth thou travel far from town to town with thy goods when thou can trade without ever leaving thy tent?" And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, "How, Dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dot replied, "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale and they will reply telling you which hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. The drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever moving from his tent. But this success did arouse envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man named Maccabia did secret himself inside Abraham's drum and was accused of insider trading. And the young man did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Siderites, or NERDS for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums, that no one noticed that the real riches were going to the drum maker, one Brother William of Gates, who bought up every drum company in the land. And indeed did insist on making drums that would work only with Brother Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot did say, "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others." And as Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or as it came to be known "eBay" he said, "we need a name that reflects what we are," and Dot replied, "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAHOO", said Abraham. And that is how it all began, It wasn't Al Gore after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-3704296399953506966?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3704296399953506966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=3704296399953506966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3704296399953506966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3704296399953506966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/history-of-internet.html' title='History of the Internet'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-8007584173424458421</id><published>2008-10-10T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:56:29.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Microsoft shouldn&apos;t make cars'/><title type='text'>Why Microsoft shouldn't make cars</title><content type='html'>At a recent computer expo, Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated: "If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1000 miles to the gallon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Bill's comments/General Motors issued a press release stating the following: "If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For no reason whatsoever, your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every time they repainted the lines on the road, you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Occasionally, your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would accept this, restart, and drive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Occasionally, executing a maneuver such as a left turn would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart;&lt;br /&gt;in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought 'Car95' or 'CarNT.' Then you would have to buy&lt;br /&gt;more seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Macintosh would make a car that's powered by the sun, more reliable, five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The oil, water, temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single 'general car fault' warning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. New seats would force everyone to have the same butt size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The airbag system would say 'Are you sure?' before going off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Occasionally, for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key and grabbed hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. GM would require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps, even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option would immediately cause the car's performance to diminish by 50 per cent or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Every time GM introduced a new model, car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You'd press the 'Start' button to shut off the engine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-8007584173424458421?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8007584173424458421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=8007584173424458421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8007584173424458421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8007584173424458421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-microsoft-shouldnt-make-cars.html' title='Why Microsoft shouldn&apos;t make cars'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-2624849321664482545</id><published>2008-10-10T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:55:55.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French Computers'/><title type='text'>French Computers</title><content type='html'>A language instructor was explaining to her class that in French, nouns unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as masculine or feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'House,' in French, is feminine - 'la maison' and 'Pencil,' in French, is masculine 'le crayon.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One puzzled student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher did not know, and the word wasn't in her French dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for fun she split the class into two groups appropriately enough, by gender and asked them to decide whether 'computer' should be a masculine or feminine noun. Both groups were required to give four reasons for their recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men's group decided that computers should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computer'), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for possible later retrieval; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ('le computer'), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They have a lot of data but they are still clueless;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you'd waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-2624849321664482545?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/2624849321664482545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=2624849321664482545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2624849321664482545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2624849321664482545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/french-computers.html' title='French Computers'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-1954331292987846836</id><published>2008-10-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:55:15.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t use BM in Computer Terms'/><title type='text'>Don't use BM in Computer Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Malaysian Government insists on using English for math and science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because the whole world uses the language as an information and/or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technology language. How dangerous it will be if we try to use Bahasa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially in school. See example below:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardware = barangkeras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Software = baranglembut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joystick = batang gembira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plug and Play = cucuk dan main&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port = lubang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.studiojokes.com/view.php?ItemID=1027#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;Server&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; = pelayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client = pelanggan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to translate this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That server gives a plug and play service to the client using either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardware or software joystick. The joystick goes into the port of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in BAHASA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelayan itu memberi pelanggannya layanan cucuk dan main dengan menggunakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batang gembira jenis keras atau lembut. Batang gembira itu dimasukkan ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam lubang pelanggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know...WHY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-1954331292987846836?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1954331292987846836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=1954331292987846836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1954331292987846836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1954331292987846836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-use-bm-in-computer-terms.html' title='Don&apos;t use BM in Computer Terms'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-359592051030073183</id><published>2008-10-10T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:53:50.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prove that all odd integers are prime.'/><title type='text'>Prove that all odd integers are prime.</title><content type='html'>Well, the first student to try to do this was a math student.  Hey&lt;br /&gt;says "Hmmm...  Well, 1 is prime, 3 is prime, 5 is prime, and by&lt;br /&gt;induction, we have that all the odd integers are prime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are some jeers from some of his friends.  The physics&lt;br /&gt;student then said, "I'm not sure of the validity of your proof, but I&lt;br /&gt;think I'll try to prove it by experiment."  He continues, "Well, 1 is&lt;br /&gt;prime, 3 is prime, 5 is prime, 7 is prime, 9 is ... uh, 9 is an&lt;br /&gt;experimental error, 11 is prime, 13 is prime...  Well, it seems that&lt;br /&gt;you're right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third student to try it was the engineering student, who&lt;br /&gt;responded, "Well, actually, I'm not sure of your answer either.  Let's&lt;br /&gt;see... 1 is prime, 3 is prime, 5 is prime, 7 is prime, 9 is ..., 9 is&lt;br /&gt;..., well if you approximate, 9 is prime, 11 is prime, 13 is prime...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does seem right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, the computer science student comes along and says&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you two sort've got the right idea, but you'd end up taking too&lt;br /&gt;long doing it.  I've just whipped up a program to REALLY go and prove&lt;br /&gt;it..."  He goes over to his terminal and runs his program.  Reading&lt;br /&gt;the output on the screen he says, "1 is prime, 1 is prime, 1 is prime,&lt;br /&gt;1 is prime...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-359592051030073183?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/359592051030073183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=359592051030073183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/359592051030073183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/359592051030073183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/prove-that-all-odd-integers-are-prime.html' title='Prove that all odd integers are prime.'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-4602946700307863147</id><published>2008-10-07T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:26:35.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>When Bill and Hillary first got married, Bill said, "I am putting a box under our bed. You must promise never to look in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all their 30 years of marriage, Hillary never looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the afternoon of their 30th anniversary, curiosity got the better of her and she lifted the lid and peeked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the box there were 3 empty beer cans and $1,874.25 in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Hillary could no longer contain her guilt and she confessed, saying, "I am so sorry. For all these years I kept my promise and never looked in the box under our bed. However, today the temptation was too much and I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I need to know why do you keep the empty cans in the box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill thought for a while and said, "I guess that after all these years you deserve to know the truth. Whenever I was unfaithful to you, I put an empty beer can in the box under the bed to remind myself not to do it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary was shocked, but said, "I am very disappointed and saddened, but I guess after all those years away from home on the road, temptation does happen and I guess that 3 times is not that bad considering the number of years we've been together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hugged and made their peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, Hillary asked Bill, "So why do you have all that money in the box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill answered, "Well, whenever the box filled up with empty cans, I took them to the recycling center and redeemed them for cash."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-4602946700307863147?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4602946700307863147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=4602946700307863147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/4602946700307863147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/4602946700307863147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-9207435177288684659</id><published>2008-10-07T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:25:52.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Men Really Mean.'/><title type='text'>What Men Really Mean.</title><content type='html'>"I'm going fishing."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to drink myself dangerously stupid, and stand by a stream with a stick in my hand, while the fish swim by in complete safety."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woman driver."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"Someone who doesn't speed, tailgate, swear, make obscene gestures and has a better driving record than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a guy thing."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh," "Sure, honey," or "Yes, dear."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing. It's a conditioned response like Pavlov's dog drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife doesn't understand me."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"She's heard all my stories before, and is tired of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would take too long to explain."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"I have no idea how it works."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a break, honey, you're working too hard."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"I can't hear the game over the vacuum cleaner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a really good movie."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"It's got guns, knives, fast cars, and Heather Locklear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's women's work."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"It's difficult, dirty, and thankless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go ask your mother."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"I am incapable of making a decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do help around the house."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"I once put a dirty towel in the laundry basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't find it."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...&lt;br /&gt;"It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-9207435177288684659?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/9207435177288684659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=9207435177288684659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/9207435177288684659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/9207435177288684659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-men-really-mean.html' title='What Men Really Mean.'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-8142730842556098838</id><published>2008-10-07T06:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:25:23.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender roles'/><title type='text'>Gender roles</title><content type='html'>A journalist had done a story on gender roles in Kuwait several years before the Gulf War, and she noted then that women customarily walked about 10 feet behind their husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returned to Kuwait recently and observed that the men now walked several yards behind their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She approached one of the women for an explanation. "This is marvelous," said the journalist. "What enabled women here to achieve this reversal of roles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the Kuwaiti woman replied: "Land mines."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-8142730842556098838?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8142730842556098838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=8142730842556098838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8142730842556098838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8142730842556098838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/gender-roles.html' title='Gender roles'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-1252695486236006248</id><published>2008-10-07T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:24:41.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane ride'/><title type='text'>airplane ride</title><content type='html'>A farmer and his wife went to a fair. The farmer was fascinated by the airplanes and asked a pilot how much a ride would cost.&lt;br /&gt;"$10 for 3 minutes," replied the pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's too much," said the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot thought for a second and then said, "I'll make you a deal. If you and your wife ride for 3 minutes without uttering a sound, the ride will be free. But if you make a sound, you'll have to pay $10."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer and his wife agreed and went for a wild ride. After they landed, the pilot said to the farmer, "I want to congratulate you for not making a sound. You are a brave man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe so," said the farmer, "But I gotta tell ya, I almost screamed when my wife fell out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-1252695486236006248?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1252695486236006248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=1252695486236006248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1252695486236006248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1252695486236006248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/airplane-ride.html' title='airplane ride'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-2225707667853836215</id><published>2008-10-07T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:23:48.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic farmer joke'/><title type='text'>classic farmer joke</title><content type='html'>A ventriloquist was driving through the midwest when his car broke down. He walked a ways and found a farmer who would let him use his phone. Well, the farmer seemed to be a real stereotypical rural type, so the ventriloquist thought it would be possible to have some fun with him. The farmer began to lead him back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, they passed a horse. The ventriloquist said to the farmer, "Is this your horse?" The farmer replied, "Yep." The ventriloquist asked, "Can he talk?" The farmer said, "Nope." The ventriloquist then said to the horse, "So, how do you like it here?" He then threw his voice, and said in a horse-like voice, "Oh, it's pretty good. Every morning the farmer feeds me oats." Upon hearing this the farmer was startled and quickened his pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they came to a cow. The ventriloquist asked, "Is this your cow?" and the farmer replied, "Yep." He then asked, "Does it talk?" and the farmer replied, "I..I don't think so." The ventriloquist asked the cow, "How do you like it here?" and threw his voice again. In a cow-like voice, he said, "Oh, I like it just fine. Every morning the farmer comes and milks me." Upon hearing this, the farmer squirmed. He looked down at the ground and continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they came to some sheep. The ventriloquist asked, "Are these your sheep?" and the farmer replied, "Yep." He then asked, "Do they talk?" and the farmer exclaimed, "Yes, but they lie!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-2225707667853836215?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/2225707667853836215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=2225707667853836215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2225707667853836215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2225707667853836215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/10/classic-farmer-joke.html' title='classic farmer joke'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-9060899383456709848</id><published>2008-09-29T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:13:57.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How To Shower'/><title type='text'>How To Shower</title><content type='html'>How to shower like a woman:&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry basket&lt;br /&gt;according to whites and coloureds.&lt;br /&gt;Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.&lt;br /&gt;If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.&lt;br /&gt;Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to&lt;br /&gt;do more sit-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Get in shower. Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah,&lt;br /&gt;wide loofah and pumice stone.&lt;br /&gt;Wash hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added&lt;br /&gt;vitamins. Wash hair again to make sure it is clean.&lt;br /&gt;Condition hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced with&lt;br /&gt;natural&lt;br /&gt;avocado oil, leave on hair for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Wash face with crushed apricot facial, scrub for 10 minutes until&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;Wash entire rest of body with ginger-nut and jaffa cake body wash.&lt;br /&gt;Shave armpits and legs.&lt;br /&gt;Turn off shower. Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower, spray&lt;br /&gt;mould spots with Flash.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of shower. Dry with towel the size of a small country. Wrap&lt;br /&gt;hair in super absorbent towel.&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head. If&lt;br /&gt;you see husband along the way, cover any exposed areas.&lt;br /&gt;How to shower like a man:&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed leave in a pile.&lt;br /&gt;Walk naked to the bathroom if you see wife along the way - shake&lt;br /&gt;knob at her making woo-hoo sound.&lt;br /&gt;Look at manly physique in the mirror, admire size of knob and&lt;br /&gt;scratch your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face. Wash your armpits. Blow your nose in your hands and&lt;br /&gt;let the water rinse it off.&lt;br /&gt;Make fart noises (real or artificial) and laugh at how loud they sound in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area. Wash&lt;br /&gt;your bum, leaving four pubes stuck on the soap.&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo hair. Make shampoo mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;Pee.&lt;br /&gt;Rinse off and get out of the shower. Partially dry off.&lt;br /&gt;Fail to notice water on the floor. Admire knob size in mirror&lt;br /&gt;again. Leave shower door open, leave wet mat on the floor, leave light and fan on.&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom with towel around waist. If you pass wife, pull&lt;br /&gt;off towel, shake knob at her and make woo-hoo noise. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Throw wet towel on bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-9060899383456709848?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/9060899383456709848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=9060899383456709848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/9060899383456709848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/9060899383456709848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-shower.html' title='How To Shower'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-842406946441551369</id><published>2008-09-29T17:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:02:33.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If Architects Had To Work Like Programmers...'/><title type='text'>If Architects Had To Work Like Programmers...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Architect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please design and build me a house. I am not quite sure of what I need, so you should use your discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house should have between two and forty-five bedrooms. Just make sure the plans are such that the bedrooms can be easily added or deleted. When you bring the blueprints to me, I will make the final decision of what I want. Also, bring me the cost breakdowns for each configuration so that I can arbitrarily pick one at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the house I ultimately choose must cost less than the one I am currently living in. Make sure, however, that you correct all the deficiencies that exist in my current house (the floor of my kitchen vibrates when I walk across it, and the walls don't have nearly enough insulation in them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you design, also keep in mind that I want to keep yearly maintenance costs as low as possible. This should mean the incorporation of extra-cost features like aluminum, vinyl, or composite siding. (If you choose not to specify aluminum, be prepared to explain your decision in detail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take care that modern design practices and the latest materials are used in construction of the house, as I want it to be a showplace for the most up-to-date ideas and methods. Be alerted, however, that kitchen should be designed to accommodate (among other things) my 1952 Gibson refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To assure that you are building the correct house for our entire family, you will need to contact each of my children, and also our in-laws. My mother-in-law will have very strong feelings about how the house should be designed, since she visits us at least once a year. Make sure that you weigh all of theses options carefully and come to the right decision. I, however, retain the right to overrule any decisions that you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't bother me with small details right now. Your job is to develop the overall plans for the house and get the big picture. At this time, for example, it is not appropriate to be choosing the color of the carpeting. However, keep in mind that my wife likes blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not worry at this time about acquiring the resources to build the house itself. Your first priority is to develop detailed plans and specifications. Once I approve these plans, however, I would expect the house to be under roof within 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are designing this house specifically for me, keep in mind that sooner or later I will have to sell it to someone else. It therefore should have appeal to a wide variety of potential buyers. Please make sure before you finalize the plans that there is a consensus of the potential homebuyers in my area that they like the features this house has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advise you to run up and look at the house my neighbor built last year, as we like it a great deal. It has many things that we feel we also need in our new home, particularly the 75-foot swimming pool. With careful engineering, I believe that you can design this into our new house without impacting the construction cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please prepare a complete set of blueprints. It is not necessary at this time to do the real design, since they will be used only for construction bids. Be advised, however, that you will be held accountable for any increase of construction costs as a result of later design changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thrilled to be working on as an interesting project as this! To be able to use the latest techniques and materials and to be given such freedom in your designs is something that can't happen very often. Contact me as soon as possible with your ideas and completed plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My wife has just told me that she disagrees with many of the instructions I've given you in this letter. As architect, it is your responsibility to resolve these differences. I have tried in the past and have been unable to accomplish this. If you can't handle this responsibility, I will have to find another architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Perhaps what I need is not a house at all, but a travel trailer. Please advise me as soon as possible if this is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5929785988986064"; google_ad_width = 300; google_ad_height = 250; google_ad_format = "300x250_as"; google_ad_type = "text"; google_ad_channel = ""; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "003399"; google_color_text = "000000"; google_color_url = "999999"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt; window.google_render_ad(); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-842406946441551369?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/842406946441551369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=842406946441551369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/842406946441551369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/842406946441551369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-architects-had-to-work-like.html' title='If Architects Had To Work Like Programmers...'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-1964118988033639668</id><published>2008-09-29T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:00:32.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I Fired My Secretary'/><title type='text'>Why I Fired My Secretary</title><content type='html'>Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone "Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought... Well, that's marriage for you, but the kids.... They will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, "Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday! " It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked until one o'clock , when Jane knocked on my door and said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me." I said, "Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the office, Jane said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, Do We?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "I guess not. What do you have in mind?" She said, "Let's drop by my apartment, it's just around the corner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, "Boss, if you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back." "Ok," I nervously replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake . Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just sat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-1964118988033639668?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1964118988033639668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=1964118988033639668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1964118988033639668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1964118988033639668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html' title='Why I Fired My Secretary'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-2917365960092122484</id><published>2008-09-29T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:59:40.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More Jimmy Carr Quotes...'/><title type='text'>More Jimmy Carr Quotes...</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else seen those incredibly powerful advertisements in cinemas where each time a famous person clicked their fingers, an African child dies? I watched those, and couldn't help thinking, "well stop clicking your fingers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, don't have an accent. This is just how things sound when they are pronounced properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you... He's not 'in love' with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pursuit of scientific answers, animals have been tortured for the past 100 years. They're still not talking. I'm starting to think they don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are all God's children, what's so special about Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years after the Chernobyl accident, and am I the only one that's disappointed? Still no superheros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's dying wish was to have his family around him. I can't help thinking he would have been better off with more oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog is for life not just for Christmas, so be careful at the next office Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason old man use Viagra is not that they are impotent. It's that old women are so very ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a friend whose nickname is "Shagger". You might think that's pretty cool. She doesn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a friend; she's got a theory. She reckons that the way to drive a man wild with desire is to nibble on their earlobes for hours on end. I think its bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tell a girl you like her but she says "I love you more like a brother", suggest a weekend in Norfolk. Unless you're from Norfolk, in which case it probably is your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those e-mails where they try to sell you penis enhancers. I got ten just the other day. Eight of them from my girlfriend. It's the two from my mum that really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Close to comedy genius" - The Guardian. Don't worry. It's a newspaper for teachers. I wouldn't expect you to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to my girlfriend, you shouldn't eat before you swim. She said, "why not"? I said, you look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me the best time to ask my dad for anything was during sex. Not the best advice I'd ever been given. I burst in through the bedroom door saying "Can I have a new bike?". He was very upset. His secretary was surprisingly nice about it. I got the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you eat a lot of spicy food, you can lose your taste. When I was in India last summer, I was listening to a lot of Michael Bolton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in Slough in the 1970's, if you want to know what Slough was like in the 1970's, go there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite road sign is 'Falling Rocks'. What exactly am I supposed to do with that information? They may as well have a sign saying "Random accidents ahead", "Life's a lottery, Be lucky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with a friend and he came over with a pair of girls. I said to him "They're like buses." He said "What? Because you wait for ages and then two come along at once." I said "No, they are like buses!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats have nine lives. Makes them ideal for experimentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I used to have an imaginary friend. I thought he went everywhere with me. I could talk to him and he could hear me, and he could grant me wishes and stuff too. But then I grew up, and stopped going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was doing a sponsored walk. In the end I managed to raise so much money, I could afford a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady with a clipboard stopped me in the street the other day. She said, "Can you spare a few minutes for cancer research?" I said, "All right, but we won't get much done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my girlfriend asked me if I was having sex behind her back and I replied, "Yes, who did you think it was?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-2917365960092122484?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/2917365960092122484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=2917365960092122484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2917365960092122484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2917365960092122484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-jimmy-carr-quotes.html' title='More Jimmy Carr Quotes...'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-8673140436097213447</id><published>2008-09-29T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:57:56.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message to the people of the USA'/><title type='text'>Message to the people of the USA</title><content type='html'>To the citizens of the United States of America,&lt;br /&gt;In the light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective today. Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths and other territories. Except Utah, which she does not fancy. Your new prime minister (The Right Honourable Tony Blair, MP for the 97.85% of you who have until now been unaware that there is a world outside your borders) will appoint a minister for America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate will be disbanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questionnaire will be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed. To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You should look up revocation in the Oxford English Dictionary. Then look up aluminium. Check the pronunciation guide. You will be amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'favour' and 'neighbour', skipping the letter 'U' is nothing more than laziness on your part. Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters. You will end your love affair with the letter 'Z' (pronounced 'zed' not 'zee') and the suffix ize will be replaced by the suffix ise. You will learn that the suffix 'burgh is pronounced 'burra' e.g. Edinburgh. You are welcome to respell Pittsburgh as 'Pittsberg' if you can't cope with correct pronunciation. Generally, you should raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. Look up vocabulary. Using the same twenty seven words interspersed with filler noises such as like and you know is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. Look up interspersed. There will be no more 'bleeps' in the Jerry Springer show. If you're not old enough to cope with bad language then you shouldn't have chat shows. When you learn to develop your vocabulary then you won't have to use bad language as often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is no such thing as US English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take account of the reinstated letter 'u' and the elimination of -ize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You should learn to distinguish the English and Australian accents. It really isn't that hard. English accents are not limited to cockney, upper-class twit or Mancunian (Daphne in Frasier). You will also have to learn how to understand regional accents - Scottish dramas such as Taggart will no longer be broadcast with subtitles. While we're talking about regions, you must learn that there is no such place as Devonshire in England. The name of the county is Devon. If you persist in calling it Devonshire, all American States will become shires e.g. Texasshire, Floridashire, Louisianashire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as the good guys. Hollywood will be required to cast English actors to play English characters. British sit-coms such as Men Behaving Badly or Red Dwarf will not be re-cast and watered down for a wishy-washy American audience who can't cope with the humour of occasional political incorrectness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You should relearn your original national anthem, God Save The Queen, but only after fully carrying out task 1. We would not want you to get confused and give up half way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You should stop playing American football. There is only one kind of football. What you refer to as American football is not a very good game. The 2. 15% of you who are aware that there is a world outside your borders may have noticed that no one else plays American football. You will no longer be allowed to play it, and should instead play proper football. Initially, it would be best if you played with the girls. It is a difficult game. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which is similar to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full Kevlar body armour like nancies). We are hoping to get together at least a US Rugby sevens side by 2005. You should stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the 'World Series' for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.15% of you are aware that there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. Instead of baseball, you will be allowed to play a girls' game called rounders which is baseball without fancy team strip, oversized gloves, collector cards or hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You will no longer be allowed to own or carry guns. You will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous in public than a vegetable peeler. Because we don't believe you are sensible enough to handle potentially dangerous items, you will require a permit if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. July 4th is no longer a public holiday. November 2nd will be a new national holiday, but only in England. It will be called Indecisive Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and it is for your own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean. All road intersections will be replaced with roundabouts. You will start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips. Fries aren't even French, they are Belgian though 97.85% of you (including the guy who discovered fries while in Europe) are not aware of a country called Belgium. Those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut and fried in animal fat. The traditional accompaniment to chips is beer which should be served warm and flat. Waitresses will be trained to be more aggressive with customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. As a sign of penance 5 grams of sea salt per cup will be added to all tea made within the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, this quantity to be doubled for tea made within the city of Boston itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all, it is lager. From November 1st only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. The substances formerly known as American Beer will henceforth be referred to as Near-Frozen Knat's Urine, with the exception of the product of the American Budweiser company whose product will be referred to as Weak Near-Frozen Knat's Urine. This will allow true Budweiser (as manufactured for the last 1000 years in Pilsen, Czech Republic) to be sold without risk of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. From November 10th the UK will harmonise petrol (or Gasoline as you will be permitted to keep calling it until April 1st 2005) prices with the former USA. The UK will harmonise its prices to those of the former USA and the Former USA will, in return, adopt UK petrol prices(roughly $6/US gallon - get used to it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not adult enough to be independent. Guns should only be handled by adults. If you're not adult enough to sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist then you're not grown up enough to handle a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Please tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us crazy. Tax collectors from Her Majesty's Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all revenues due (backdated to 1776).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last but not the least, and for heaven's sake.....it's Nuclear as in clear NOT Nucular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your co-operation and have a great day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-8673140436097213447?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8673140436097213447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=8673140436097213447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8673140436097213447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8673140436097213447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/message-to-people-of-usa.html' title='Message to the people of the USA'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-4286374473580258684</id><published>2008-09-29T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:56:51.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Staff IQ Test'/><title type='text'>Staff IQ Test</title><content type='html'>Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. OK?&lt;br /&gt;Let's find out just how clever you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? GO!!! (Scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question:&lt;br /&gt;You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, and then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second! Try not to screw up in the next question.&lt;br /&gt;To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question.&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;Second Question:&lt;br /&gt;If you overtake the last person, then you are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, and then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&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;You're not very good at this! Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question:&lt;br /&gt;Very tricky math! Note: This must be done in your head only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000 Now add 10. What is the total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get 5000?&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is actually 4100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono.&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of the fifth daughter?&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;Answer: Nunu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Mary. Read the question again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round:&lt;br /&gt;There is a mute person who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing one's teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-4286374473580258684?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4286374473580258684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=4286374473580258684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/4286374473580258684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/4286374473580258684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/staff-iq-test.html' title='Staff IQ Test'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-587567276655885440</id><published>2008-09-28T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:19:37.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alligator Show'/><title type='text'>Alligator Show</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into a bar with a pet alligator by his side. He puts the alligator up on the bar. He turns to the astonished patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make you a deal. I will open this alligator's mouth and place my genitals inside. Then the gator will close his mouth for one minute. He will then open his mouth and I will remove my unit unscathed. In return for witnessing this spectacle, each of you will buy me a drink.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd murmured their approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stood up on the bar, dropped his trousers, and placed his privates in the alligator's open mouth. The gator closed his mouth as the crowd gasped. After a minute, the man grabbed a beer bottle and rapped the alligator hard on the top of its head. The gator opened his mouth and the man removed his genitals unscathed as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd cheered and the first of his free drinks was delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stood up again and made another offer. "I'll pay anyone $100 who's willing to give it a try".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hush fell over the crowd. After a while, a hand went up in the back of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman timidly spoke up. "I'll try, but you have to promise not to hit me on the head with the beer bottle".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-587567276655885440?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/587567276655885440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=587567276655885440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/587567276655885440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/587567276655885440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/alligator-show_28.html' title='Alligator Show'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-2497822667906469976</id><published>2008-09-28T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:17:40.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballerina'/><title type='text'>Ballerina</title><content type='html'>A woman goes into a bar and asks for a drink, when the bartender calls who ordered a drink, she raises her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man across the road saw all this hair under her arm and came over. He goes, I'll buy that ballerina a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender asks how do you know she's a ballerina? The man replies only a ballerina can lift her leg up that high...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-2497822667906469976?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/2497822667906469976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=2497822667906469976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2497822667906469976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2497822667906469976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/ballerina.html' title='Ballerina'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-4172592470514992245</id><published>2008-09-28T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:16:14.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious philosophies of the world in a nutshell'/><title type='text'>Religious philosophies of the world in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>Catholicism: if shit happens, I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protestantism: shit won't happen if I work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judaism: why does this shit always happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhism: when shit happens, is it really shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam: if shit happens, blame the infidels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinduism: this shit happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Krishna: shit happens Ramah Lama Ding Dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rastafarianism: lets smoke this shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-4172592470514992245?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4172592470514992245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=4172592470514992245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/4172592470514992245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/4172592470514992245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/religious-philosophies-of-world-in.html' title='Religious philosophies of the world in a nutshell'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-3757996157307341674</id><published>2008-09-28T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:15:06.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Thief walks into the Bar'/><title type='text'>A Thief walks into the Bar</title><content type='html'>Two guys walk into a bar. One is a huge monster of a man, and the other a slight, small man. They walk up to the bar and order drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that time, a thief walks into the bar brandishing a gun. He walks up to the big guy, points the gun at his head, and says, "you've got fifteen minutes to live, what do you want to do with the rest of your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big guy says, " I want to fuck everything that moves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thief points the gun at the little guy and asks, "you've got fifteen minutes to live, what do YOU want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little guy says, "Stand real still!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-3757996157307341674?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3757996157307341674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=3757996157307341674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3757996157307341674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3757996157307341674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/thief-walks-into-bar_28.html' title='A Thief walks into the Bar'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-8906174025026239222</id><published>2008-09-28T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:11:47.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 dollars'/><title type='text'>20 dollars</title><content type='html'>Two men are in a bar getting drunk. Suddenly one of them throws up all over himself.&lt;br /&gt;He says "Oh, no. Now my wife will kill me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend says "Don't worry. Just tuck a twenty dollar bill in your breast pocket and tell your wife that someone threw up on you and gave you twenty dollars for the dry cleaning bill".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they stay for another couple of hours and get even drunker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he reels home and his wife starts to give him a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You reek of alcohol and you've thrown up all over yourself, my God you're disgusting" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking very carefully so as not to slur, he says, "Wait. It's not what you think. I only had one drink, but this man was sick on me. He'd obviously had one too many, or else he just couldn't hold his liquor. He was very sorry and he gave me twenty dollars for the cleaning bill. Look in my breast pocket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks in his breast pocket and says, "But this is forty dollars".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, yes." says the man. "He pee'd in my trousers too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin BidVertiser code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript1.1" src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=167886%26bid=419069" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bidvertiser.com"&gt;internet marketing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End BidVertiser code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-8906174025026239222?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8906174025026239222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=8906174025026239222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8906174025026239222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8906174025026239222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-dollars-two-men-are-in-bar-getting.html' title='20 dollars'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-8636547274362253937</id><published>2008-09-28T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:06:45.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alligator Show'/><title type='text'>Alligator Show</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into a bar with a pet alligator by his side. He puts the alligator up on the bar. He turns to the astonished patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make you a deal. I will open this alligator's mouth and place my genitals inside. Then the gator will close his mouth for one minute. He will then open his mouth and I will remove my unit unscathed. In return for witnessing this spectacle, each of you will buy me a drink.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd murmured their approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stood up on the bar, dropped his trousers, and placed his privates in the alligator's open mouth. The gator closed his mouth as the crowd gasped. After a minute, the man grabbed a beer bottle and rapped the alligator hard on the top of its head. The gator opened his mouth and the man removed his genitals unscathed as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd cheered and the first of his free drinks was delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stood up again and made another offer. "I'll pay anyone $100 who's willing to give it a try".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hush fell over the crowd. After a while, a hand went up in the back of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman timidly spoke up. "I'll try, but you have to promise not to hit me on the head with the beer bottle".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-8636547274362253937?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8636547274362253937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=8636547274362253937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8636547274362253937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/8636547274362253937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/alligator-show.html' title='Alligator Show'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-3671021034457099185</id><published>2008-09-28T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:06:01.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Thief walks into the Bar'/><title type='text'>A Thief walks into the Bar</title><content type='html'>Two guys walk into a bar. One is a huge monster of a man, and the other a slight, small man. They walk up to the bar and order drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that time, a thief walks into the bar brandishing a gun. He walks up to the big guy, points the gun at his head, and says, "you've got fifteen minutes to live, what do you want to do with the rest of your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big guy says, " I want to fuck everything that moves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thief points the gun at the little guy and asks, "you've got fifteen minutes to live, what do YOU want to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little guy says, "Stand real still!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-3671021034457099185?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3671021034457099185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=3671021034457099185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3671021034457099185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3671021034457099185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/thief-walks-into-bar.html' title='A Thief walks into the Bar'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-3164682079767203527</id><published>2008-09-28T03:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:05:06.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$64k Question'/><title type='text'>$64k Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;$64k Question&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob had finally made it to the last round of the $64,000 Question. The night before the big question, he told the M.C. that he desired a question on American History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big night had arrived. Bob made his way on stage in front of the studio and TV audience. He had become the talk of the week. He was the best guest this show had ever seen. The M.C. stepped up to the mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bob, you have chosen American History as your final question. You know that if you correctly answer this question, you will walk away $64,000 dollars richer. Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob nodded with a cocky confidence-the crowd went nuts. He hadn't missed a question all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bob, your question on American History is a two-part question. As you know, you may answer either part&lt;br /&gt;first. As a rule, the second half of the question is always easier. Which part would you like to take a stab at first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was now becoming more noticeably nervous. He couldn't believe it, but he was drawing a blank. American History was his easiest subject, but he played it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll try the easier part first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The M.C. nodded approvingly. "Here we go Bob. I will ask you the second half first, then the first half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience silenced with gross anticipation......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bob, here is your question: And in what year did it happen??"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-5929785988986064"; google_ad_width = 300; google_ad_height = 250; google_ad_format = "300x250_as"; google_ad_type = "text"; google_ad_channel = ""; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "003399"; google_color_text = "000000"; google_color_url = "999999"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt; window.google_render_ad(); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-3164682079767203527?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3164682079767203527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=3164682079767203527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3164682079767203527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3164682079767203527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/64k-question.html' title='$64k Question'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-7390639783625890662</id><published>2008-09-28T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:03:43.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATM Card'/><title type='text'>ATM Card</title><content type='html'>One day, three friends and I went to this "Gentlemans' Club."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the friends wanted to impress the other two, so he pulls out a $10 bill. The "dancer" came over to them, and the one friend licked the $10 and put it on her butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, the other friend pulls out a $50 bill. He calls the girl back over, licks the $50, and puts it on her other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the attention is focused on the third guy. He got out his wallet, thought for a minute.....then got out his ATM card, swiped it down her crack, grabbed the 60 bucks, and headed for the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-7390639783625890662?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/7390639783625890662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=7390639783625890662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/7390639783625890662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/7390639783625890662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/atm-card.html' title='ATM Card'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-2328063257977198712</id><published>2008-09-28T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:29:47.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A snake&apos;s new glasses'/><title type='text'>A snake's new glasses</title><content type='html'>A old snake goes to see his Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doc, I need something for my eyes...can't see well these days".&lt;br /&gt;The Doc fixes him up with a pair of glasses and tells him to return in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake comes back in 2 weeks and tells the doctor he's very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc says, "What's the problem...didn't the glasses help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The glasses are fine doc, I just discovered I've been living with a water hose the past 2 years!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-2328063257977198712?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/2328063257977198712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=2328063257977198712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2328063257977198712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/2328063257977198712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/snakes-new-glasses.html' title='A snake&apos;s new glasses'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-3807130767928735591</id><published>2008-09-28T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:28:20.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Smartest Dog Ever'/><title type='text'>The Smartest Dog Ever</title><content type='html'>As a butcher is shooing a dog from his shop, he sees $10 and a note in his mouth, reading: "10 lamb chops, please."&lt;br /&gt;Amazed, he takes the money, puts a bag of chops in the dog's mouth, and quickly closes the shop. He follows the dog and watches him wait for a green light, look both ways, and trot across the road to a bus stop. The dog checks the timetable and sits on the bench. When a bus arrives, he walks around to the front and looks at the number, then boards the bus. The butcher follows, dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bus travels out into the suburbs, the dog takes in the scenery. After awhile he stands on his back paws to push the "stop" button, then the butcher follows him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog runs &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.studiojokes.com/view.php?ItemID=48#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid orange; color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid orange; color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up to a house and drops his bag on the stoop. He goes back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself -Whap!- against the door. He does this again and again. No answer. So he jumps on a wall, walks around the garden, beats his head against a window, jumps off, and waits at the front door. A big guy opens it and starts cursing and pummeling the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher runs up screams at the guy: "What the hell are you doing? This dog's a genius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner responds, "Genius, my ass. It's the second time this week he's forgotten his key!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-3807130767928735591?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3807130767928735591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=3807130767928735591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3807130767928735591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/3807130767928735591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/smartest-dog-ever.html' title='The Smartest Dog Ever'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-6620125830220760898</id><published>2008-09-28T01:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:23:03.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The parrot'/><title type='text'>The parrot</title><content type='html'>This guy named James got a parrot as a gift but the parrot had an attitude problem and was cursing so James acted nice around the parrot never cursing. The parrot was still rude. One day James was so fed up with the parrot he put him in the freezer the parrot was moving around alot making alot of noise. Then there was no sound James throught he hurt the parrot but after five minutes he still heard nothing he opened the door. The parrot said I will be nice and not curse if you take me out. James asked what changed your mind? Parrot said What the turkey do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-6620125830220760898?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/6620125830220760898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=6620125830220760898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/6620125830220760898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/6620125830220760898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/parrot.html' title='The parrot'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-1900388845311890347</id><published>2008-09-28T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:21:31.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blind Bunny'/><title type='text'>Blind Bunny</title><content type='html'>One morning a blind bunny was hopping down the bunny trail, and he tripped over a large snake and fell, KerPlop!, right on his twitchy little nose. "Oh, please excuse me!" said the bunny. "I didn't mean to trip over you, but I'm blind and can't see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's perfectly all right," replied the snake. "To be sure, it was my fault. I didn't mean to trip you, but I'm blind too, and I didn't see you coming. By the way, what kind of animal are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really don't know," said the bunny. "I'm blind, and I've never seen myself. Maybe you could examine me and find out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the snake felt the bunny all over, and he said, "Well, you're soft, and cuddly, and you have long silky ears, and a little fluffy tail and a dear twitchy little nose... You must be a bunny rabbit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "I can't thank you enough, but by the way, what kind of animal are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the snake replied that he didn't know, and the bunny agreed to examine him, and when he was finished, the snake said, "Well, what kind of an animal am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bunny felt the snake all over, and he replied, "You're hard, you're cold, you're slimy and you haven't got any balls... You must be a lawyer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-1900388845311890347?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1900388845311890347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=1900388845311890347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1900388845311890347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/1900388845311890347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/blind-bunny.html' title='Blind Bunny'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-6110230177758935190</id><published>2008-09-28T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:20:11.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking dog'/><title type='text'>Talking dog</title><content type='html'>This guy sees a sign in front of a house "Talking Dog for Sale."&lt;br /&gt;He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;The guy goes into the back yard and sees a Mutt sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;You talk?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;Yep," the Mutt replies.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's your story?"&lt;br /&gt;The Mutt looks up and says "Well, I discovered this gift pretty young and wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my gift, and in no time they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, cause no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable&lt;br /&gt;spies eight years running. The jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger and I wanted to settle down. So I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings there and was awarded a batch of medals. Had a wife, a mess of puppies, and now I'm just retired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.&lt;br /&gt;The owner says "Ten dollars."&lt;br /&gt;The guy says he'll buy him but asks the owner, "This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-6110230177758935190?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/6110230177758935190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=6110230177758935190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/6110230177758935190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/6110230177758935190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/talking-dog.html' title='Talking dog'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-604285711860835541</id><published>2008-09-28T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:17:26.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Nancy'/><title type='text'>Little Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MainTable" align="center" border="0" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" rules="none" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was doing, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Nancy?" "My goldfish died," replied Nancy tearfully, without looking up," and I've just buried him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy patted down the last heap of earth then replied,   "That's because he's inside your fucking cat."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-604285711860835541?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/604285711860835541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=604285711860835541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/604285711860835541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/604285711860835541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-nancy.html' title='Little Nancy'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-5923997163952382126</id><published>2008-09-28T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:12:21.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The bunny and the snake'/><title type='text'>The bunny and the snake</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, allegedly, in a nice little forest, there lived an orphaned bunny and an orphaned snake. By surprising coincidence both were blind from birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the bunny was hopping through the forest, and the snake was slithering through the forest, when the bunny tripped over the snake and fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, knocked the snake about quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my," said the bunny, "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I've been blind since birth, so, I can't see where I'm going. In fact, since I'm also an orphan, I don't even know what I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's quite okay," replied the snake. "Actually, my story is much the same as yours. I, too, have been blind since birth, and also never knew my mother. Tell you what, maybe I could kinda slither over you, and figure out what you are, so at least you'll have that going for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that would be wonderful." replied the bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the snake slithered all over the bunny, and said, "Well, you're covered with soft fur; you have really long ears; your nose twitches, and you have a soft cottony tail. I'd say that you must be a bunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, thank you! Thank you," cried the bunny  in obvious excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunny suggested to the snake, "Maybe I could feel you with my paw, and help you the same way you've helped me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bunny felt the snake all over, and remarked, "Well, you're scaly and smooth, and you have a forked tongue, no backbone and no balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say you must be either a consultant, a computer programmer, or possibly someone in  senior management."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open This Picture In A New Browser Window&lt;br /&gt;Then right-click and select 'Save image as...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender roles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journalist had done a story on gender roles in Kuwait several years before the Gulf War, and she noted then that women customarily walked about 10 feet behind their husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returned to Kuwait recently and observed that the men now walked several yards behind their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She approached one of the women for an explanation. "This is marvelous," said the journalist. "What enabled women here to achieve this reversal of roles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the Kuwaiti woman replied: "Land mines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open This Picture In A New Browser Window&lt;br /&gt;Then right-click and select 'Save image as...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant and the elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while an elephant was walking through the woods, she got a thorn stuck in her foot. She saw an ant passing and asked him to help her get the thorn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant asked, "What do I get in return?" The elephant replied, "If you get it out, I'll have sex with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ant gets busy taking the thorn out. When he finally gets it out he looks up at the elephant and says "OK it's out, are you ready?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant thinks, "Hey, what's a little ant gonna do anyways?" The ant climbs up and starts to work away. Just then a monkey overhead drops a coconut on the elephant's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch" screams the elephant, and the ant responds, "Yeah take it all bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open This Picture In A New Browser Window&lt;br /&gt;Then right-click and select 'Save image as...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blonde joke too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and stops to entertain at a bar in a small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going through his usual run of stupid blonde jokes, when a big blonde woman in the fourth row stands on her chair and says: "I've heard just about enough of your denigrating blonde jokes, Asshole. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a person's physical attributes have to do with their worth as a human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in my community, of reaching my full potential as a person because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes but women at large ... all in the name of humor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flustered, the ventriloquist begins to apologize, when the blonde pipes up, "You stay out of this. Mister, I'm talking to that little jerk on your knee!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-5923997163952382126?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/5923997163952382126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=5923997163952382126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/5923997163952382126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/5923997163952382126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/bunny-and-snake.html' title='The bunny and the snake'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-144152092298144563</id><published>2008-09-28T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:09:04.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re smart monkey'/><title type='text'>you're smart monkey</title><content type='html'>A:I'll tell you a story,B&lt;br /&gt;B:what it is?&lt;br /&gt;A:once upon a time there's a&lt;br /&gt; talking monkey with its &lt;br /&gt;owner asking some question&lt;br /&gt;"the owner:what's that?"&lt;br /&gt;"monkey:it's a bridge"&lt;br /&gt;"the owner:you're smart monkey,where's the sun?"&lt;br /&gt;"monkey:behind the cloud"&lt;br /&gt;"the owner:you're smart monkey,&amp;amp; who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;A:you guest it....&lt;br /&gt;B:duhh.it must answered..."I'm the monkey"&lt;br /&gt;A:you're smart monkey&lt;br /&gt;B:OOOPS............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-144152092298144563?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/144152092298144563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=144152092298144563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/144152092298144563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/144152092298144563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-smart-monkey.html' title='you&apos;re smart monkey'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-5205009232096317741</id><published>2008-09-26T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:39:10.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twas the Month after Chanukah...'/><title type='text'>Twas the Month after Chanukah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Twas the Month after Chanukah...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the Month after Chanukah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the month after Chanukah, and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.&lt;br /&gt;The cookies I'd nibble, the latkas I'd taste&lt;br /&gt;At Chanukah parties had gone to my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the scales there arose such a number!&lt;br /&gt;When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).&lt;br /&gt;I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared&lt;br /&gt;The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine or the egg creams, the &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.studiojokes.com/view.php?ItemID=1#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the cheese&lt;br /&gt;and the way I'd never said, ''No thank you, please.''&lt;br /&gt;As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt&lt;br /&gt;and prepared once again to do battle with dirt---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, as only I can&lt;br /&gt;''You can't spend the winter disguised as a man!''&lt;br /&gt;So... away with the last of the sour cream dip,&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of all chocolate, each cracker and chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every last bit of food that I like must be banished&lt;br /&gt;''Till all the additional ounces have vanished.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.&lt;br /&gt;I'll want to chew only a long celery stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,&lt;br /&gt;I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that what January is for?&lt;br /&gt;Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-5205009232096317741?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/5205009232096317741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=5205009232096317741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/5205009232096317741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/5205009232096317741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/twas-month-after-chanukah.html' title='Twas the Month after Chanukah...'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7313423718643238319.post-601597013837948323</id><published>2008-09-26T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:28:11.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sherlock Holmes'/><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MainTable" align="center" border="0" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" rules="none" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson went on a camping trip. After a good meal and a bottle of wine, they were exhausted and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Some hours later, Holmes awoke and nudged his faithful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson replied, "I see millions and millions of stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does that tell you?" Holmes said Watson pondered for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Timewise, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, I can see that The lord is all powerful and that we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have, a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes was silent for a minute, then spoke. "Watson, you idiot, Some ------- has stolen our tent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7313423718643238319-601597013837948323?l=dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/feeds/601597013837948323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7313423718643238319&amp;postID=601597013837948323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/601597013837948323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7313423718643238319/posts/default/601597013837948323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyjokescenter.blogspot.com/2008/09/sherlock-holmes.html' title='Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>mafiaworld</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
