<?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-37076002</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:55:37.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funny File</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-5947824918028431497</id><published>2010-06-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:15:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eileen and her husband Bob went for counseling after 25 years of marriage.  When asked what the problem was, Eileen went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 25 years they had been married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.  Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking Eileen to stand, he embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, put his hands on her breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while kissing her passionately as her husband Bob watched with a raised eyebrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down while basking in the glow of being highly aroused. The therapist turned to Bob and said, 'This is what your wife needs at least three times a week.  Can you do this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing 'fairly well' for my age. (I just turned 65).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, 'Do you think I'll live to be 80?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, 'Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no,' I replied.. 'I'm not doing drugs, either!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, 'Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I said, 'Not much... My former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I don't,' I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, 'Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said,... 'Then, why do you even give a shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-5947824918028431497?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/5947824918028431497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=5947824918028431497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5947824918028431497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5947824918028431497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/06/eileen-and-her-husband-bob-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-628688069849499497</id><published>2010-06-11T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:24:53.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill. Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces. "The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope. Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family members sat silently as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor quickly responded, "£5,000 for a male brain, and £200 for a female brain..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Senior Citizen's luncheon, an elderly gentleman and an elderly lady struck up a conversation and discovered that they both loved to fish. Since both of them were widowed, they decided to go fishing together the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman picked the lady up, and they headed to the river to his fishing boat and started out on their adventure. They were riding down the river when there was a fork in the river, and the gentleman asked the lady, 'Do you want to go up or down?' &lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden the lady stripped off her shirt and pants and made mad passionate love to the man right there in the boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finished, the man couldn't believe what had just happened, but he had just experienced the best sex that he'd had in years. They fished for a while and continued on down the river, when soon they came upon another fork in the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again asked the lady , 'Up or down?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she went again, stripped off her clothes and made wild passionate love to him again. This really impressed the elderly gentleman, so he asked her to go fishing again the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said yes and there they were the next day, riding in the boat when they came upon the fork in river, and the elderly gentleman asked, 'Up or down ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replied, 'Down.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little puzzled and disappointed, the gentleman guided the boat down the river when he came upon another fork in the river and he asked the Lady,'Up or down?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'Up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really confused the gentleman so he asked, 'What's the deal? Yesterday, every time I asked you if you wanted to go up or down you made mad passionate love to me. Now today, nothing!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'Well, yesterday I wasn't wearing my hearing aid and I thought the choices were fuck or drown'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AVOID CUTTING YOURSELF WHEN SLICING VEGETABLES BY GETTING SOMEONE ELSE TO HOLD THE VEGETABLES WHILE YOU CHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AVOID ARGUMENTS WITH THE FEMALES ABOUT LIFTING THE TOILET SEAT BY USING THE SINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FOR HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE SUFFERERS ~ SIMPLY CUT YOURSELF AND BLEED FOR A FEW MINUTES, THUS REDUCING THE PRESSURE ON YOUR VEINS. REMEMBER TO USE A TIMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A MOUSE TRAP PLACED ON TOP OF YOUR ALARM CLOCK WILL PREVENT YOU FROM ROLLING OVER AND GOING BACK TO SLEEP AFTER YOU HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. IF YOU HAVE A BAD COUGH, TAKE A LARGE DOSE OF LAXATIVES. THEN YOU'LL BE AFRAID TO COUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOU ONLY NEED TWO TOOLS IN LIFE - WD-40 AND DUCT TAPE. IF IT DOESN'T MOVE AND SHOULD, USE THE WD-40. IF IT SHOULDN'T MOVE AND DOES, USE THE DUCT TAPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU CAN'T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER, YOU'VE GOT AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAILY THOUGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES - NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-628688069849499497?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/628688069849499497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=628688069849499497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/628688069849499497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/628688069849499497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-hospital-relatives-gathered-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-7451064865083880107</id><published>2010-06-04T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T07:41:16.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patrick walks into a bar in Dublin, orders three pints of Guinness and sits in the corner of the room, drinking a sip out of each pint in turn. When he had finished all three, he went back to the bar and ordered three more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman says, "You know a pint goes flat soon after I pull it ... your pint would taste better if you bought one at a time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick replies, "Well now, I have two brodders, one is in America and de odder in Australia and here I am in Dublin.  When we all left home, we promised dat we'd drink dis way to remember de days we all drank togedder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman admits that this is a nice custom and says no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick becomes a regular customer and always drinks the same way ... ordering three pints and drinking a sip out of each in turn, until they are finished.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day, he comes in and orders just two pints.  All the other regulars in the bar notice and fall silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he goes back to the bar for the second round, the barman says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick looks confused for a moment, then the penny drops and he starts to laugh, "Oh no," he says, "Bejesus, everyone is fine!  Tis me ... I've quit drinking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMART ARSE ANSWERS 2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6th Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mealtime during a flight on a British Airways plane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Would you like dinner?' the flight attendant asked the man seated in the front row.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are my choices?' the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes or no,' she replied. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5th Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without blinking an eyelid she said,'Sir, I need to see your ticket - not your stub.' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4th Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady was picking through the frozen chooks at Tesco but she couldn't find one big enough for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked a passing assistant, 'Do these chickens get any bigger?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant replied, 'I'm afraid not, they're dead.' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3rd Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman got out of his car and approached the boy racer he stopped for speeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've been waiting for you all day,' the cop said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid replied, 'Yes, well I got here as fast as I could.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the policeman finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2nd Place goes to Truckie Glenn Moynihan!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  truck driver was driving along on a country road.  A sign came up that  read ' Low Bridge Ahead.' Before he realised it, the bridge was directly ahead and he got stuck under it. Cars are backed up for miles.  Finally, a police car comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman got out of his car and walked to the truck's cab and said to the driver, 'Got stuck, eh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver said, 'No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of petrol!' &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMART ARSE ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher at college reminded her pupils of tomorrow's final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now listen to me, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a  nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  smart-arsed guy at the back of the room raised his hand and asked, 'What would happen if I came in tomorrow suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire class was reduced to laughter and sniggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When silence was restored, the teacher smiled knowingly at the student, shook her head and sweetly said, 'Well,I suppose you'd have to write with your other hand' !!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest.&lt;br /&gt;The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked,  "Say Father, what causes arthritis?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest replies, "My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be damned," then returned to his paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MORAL: &lt;/span&gt;Make sure you understand the question before offering the answer.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-7451064865083880107?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/7451064865083880107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=7451064865083880107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7451064865083880107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7451064865083880107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/06/patrick-walks-into-bar-in-dublin-orders.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-3814221550158148548</id><published>2010-05-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:35:21.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon 'quickie' with their &lt;br /&gt;8-year old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with a Mars Bar and tell him to report on all the street activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's a car being towed from the parking lot,' he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'An ambulance just drove by!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Looks like the Anderson's have company,' he called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Matt's riding a new bike!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Looks like the Sanders are moving!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jason is on his skate board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments he announced, 'The Coopers are shagging.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, his mum and dad shot up in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad cautiously called out, 'How do you know they're shagging?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Mars Bar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please allow me to help. I'm a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me," she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in obvious agony, lying in a fetal position, still clasping his hands together at his groin. At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently took his hands away and laid them at his side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, "How does that feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Feels wonderful, but I still think my thumb's broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a bar with his dog and orders two glasses of whiskey. He proposes a toast and both he and his dog empty their glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl behind the bar is surprised and asks, "Can your dog perform other tricks?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But of course", the man answers, "he can even satisfy a woman." Anxious to know more the girl leads the man and the dog into a little room above the bar. She undresses and full of expectation she lies down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog just looks at her and does nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's always the same thing with you, you son of a bitch!", the man shouts at the dog, "You do everything else but pretend as if you don't know how to do this! Well, fine, I'll show you how to do it one last time!!!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-3814221550158148548?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/3814221550158148548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=3814221550158148548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3814221550158148548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3814221550158148548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-way-to-pull-off-sunday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-4906173106111426989</id><published>2010-05-21T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:33:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked  straight into his eyes, and said, 'I would like to buy some cyanide'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist asked, 'Why in the world do you need cyanide?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The lady replied, 'I need it to poison my husband.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, 'Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law!  I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, 'Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, age 92, and Rebecca, age 89, living in   Devon , are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a chemist. Jacob suggests they go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob addresses the man behind the counter: &lt;br /&gt;"Are you the owner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist answers,  "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "We're about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "Of course we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "How about medicine for circulation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "All kinds "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "Medicine for rheumatism?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "Definitely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "How about suppositories?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "You bet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "Medicine for memory problems, arthritis, and Alzheimer's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "Yes, a large variety. The works."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for&lt;br /&gt;Parkinson's disease?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "Absolutely.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "Everything for heartburn and indigestion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "We sure do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "All speeds and sizes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "Adult incontinance pants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacist:  "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "We'd like to use this store for our wedding presents list..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never Lie to a Woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A man called home to his wife and said, ' Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss and several friends.  We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting, so could you please pack enough clothes for a week! Oh, and set out my rod and fishing box, we're Leaving from the office &amp; I will swing by the house to pick my things up.' &lt;br /&gt;' Oh! And please pack my new blue silk pyjamas. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good. The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Yes! Lots of Salmon, some Bluegill, and a few Swordfish. But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pyjamas like I asked you to to?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, 'I did. They're in your fishing box.!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Lie To A Woman.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-4906173106111426989?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/4906173106111426989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=4906173106111426989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4906173106111426989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4906173106111426989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/05/respectable-lady-went-into-pharmacy.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-5896515303447129424</id><published>2010-05-14T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:00:24.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My neighbour found out that her dog (a Schnauzer) could hardly hear, so she took it to the vets. He found the problem to be hair inside the dogs ears. He cleaned both ears and the dog could now hear its' owners calls. &lt;br /&gt;The vet then proceeded to tell the lady that if she wanted to keep this from recurring she should go to the chemists and buy some "Nair" hair remover and rub it in the dogs ears once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady went to the chemists and asked for some "Nair" hair remover. At the cash point the chemist said "If you're using it under your arms, don't use deodorant for a few days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not using it under my arms", She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then if your using it on your legs do not shave for a few days". He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady replied, "I am not using it on my legs either. If you must know I am using it on my Schnauzer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well in that case," said pharmacist, "stay off your bicycle for about a week".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A blonde heard that milk baths would make her beautiful. So she left a note for her milkman to leave 25 gallons of milk.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;When the milkman read the note, he felt there must be a mistake. He thought she probably meant  2.5 gallons. So he knocked on the door to clarify the point.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;The blonde came to the door and the milkman said, 'I found your note asking me to leave 25 gallons of milk. Did you mean 2.5 gallons?'&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The blonde said, 'No, I want 25 gallons.  I'm going to fill my bathtub up with milk and take a milk bath so I can look young and beautiful again.'&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The milkman asked, 'Do you want it pasteurized?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no', said the blonde, 'just up to my tits. I can splash it on my eyes from there.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Pat and Mick are working at the local sawmill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mick slips and his arm gets caught and severed by the big bench saw. Paddy quickly puts the limb in a plastic bag and rushes it and Mick to the local hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Paddy goes to the hospital and asks after Mick.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The nurse says, 'Oh he's out in Rehab exercising'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paddy couldn't believe it, but here's Mick out the back exercising his now re-attached arm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day he's back at work in the saw mill.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days go by, and then Mick slips and severs his leg on another bloody big saw thingamabob.  So Paddy puts the limb in a plastic bag and rushes it and Mick off to hospital.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day he calls in to see him and asks the nurse how he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse replies, 'He's out in the Rehab again exercising'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, here's Mick out there doing some serious work on the treadmill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very soon Mick comes back to work. But, as usual, within a couple of days he has another accident and severs his head. Wearily Paddy puts the head in a plastic bag and transports it and Mick to hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day he goes in and asks the nurse how Mick is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse breaks down and cries and says, 'He's dead.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paddy is shocked, but not surprised. 'I suppose the saw finally did him in.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No', says the nurse, 'Some dopey bastard put his head in a plastic bag and he suffocated'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-5896515303447129424?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/5896515303447129424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=5896515303447129424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5896515303447129424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5896515303447129424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-neighbour-found-out-that-her-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-2465169923830960414</id><published>2010-05-04T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:07:28.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by.&lt;br /&gt;He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, 'Perfect timing........&lt;br /&gt;You're just like Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'Who?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right all &lt;br /&gt;the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'There are always a few clouds over everybody.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'Sounds like he was something really special.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'There's more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, could do everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'Wow, some guy then..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too - He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: 'An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: 'Well, I never actually met Frank, ............he died and I married his f***ing wife'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man staggers into an emergency room with two black eyes and a five iron wrapped tightly around his throat. Naturally the doctor asks him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it was like this," said the man. "I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife when she sliced her ball into a pasture of cows. We went to look for it and while I was rooting around, I noticed one of the cows had something white at its rear end. I walked over and lifted up the tail and sure enough, there was my wife's golf ball... stuck right in the middle of the cow's bottom. That's when I made my mistake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?", asks the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I lifted the tail and yelled to my wife, 'Honey, this looks like yours!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married Irishman went into the confessional and said to his priest, "I almost had an affair with another woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest said, "What do you mean, almost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman said, "Well, we got undressed and rubbed together, but then I stopped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest said, "Rubbing together is the same as putting it in. You're not to see that woman again. For your penance, say five Hail Mary's and put $50 in the poor box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman left the confessional, said his prayers, and then walked over to the poor box. He paused for a moment and then started to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest, who was watching, quickly ran over to him saying, "I saw that. You didn't put any money in the poor box!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman replied, "Yeah, but I rubbed the $50 on the box, and according to you, that's the same as putting it in, right??!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost the pub quiz last night by 1 question. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The one I got wrong was ‘Where do most women have curly hair?’ &lt;br /&gt;Apparently the correct answer is ‘Africa ‘ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-2465169923830960414?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/2465169923830960414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=2465169923830960414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2465169923830960414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2465169923830960414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-walks-out-to-street-and-catches.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-4743919647235699228</id><published>2010-03-25T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:12:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a couple that had been married for 20 years. Every time they made love the husband always insisted on shutting off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after 20 years the wife felt this was ridiculous. She figured she would break him out of this crazy habit. So one night, while they were in the middle of a wild, screaming, romantic session, she turned on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down... and saw her husband was holding a battery-operated pleasure device... a vibrator! Soft, wonderful and larger than a "real one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went completely ballistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You impotent bastard," she screamed at him, "how could you be lying to me all of these years? You better explain yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks her straight in the eyes and says calmly, "I'll explain the toy...you explain the kids."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Irish farmer named Seamus had a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In court, the lorry company's hot-shot solicitor was questioning Seamus..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Didn't you say to the Police at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine?' asked the solicitor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seamus responded: 'Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favourite cow, Bessie, into the....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't ask for any details', the solicitor interrupted. 'Just answer the question.  Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus said, 'Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solicitor interrupted again and said, 'Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Seamus's answer and said to the solicitor: 'I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favourite cow, Bessie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus thanked the Judge and proceeded. 'Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favourite cow, into the trailer and was driving her down the road when this huge lorry and trailer came through a stop sign and hit my trailer right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurt, very bad like, and didn't want to move.  However, I could hear old Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible pain just by her groans.  Shortly after the accident, a policeman on a motorbike turned up. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;then the policeman came across the road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, 'How are you feeling?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now what the F*ck would you have said?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-4743919647235699228?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/4743919647235699228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=4743919647235699228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4743919647235699228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4743919647235699228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-was-couple-that-had-been-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6283107391039768723</id><published>2010-03-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:35:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young Mothers and their small children.  'You all have obsessions,' he observed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To the first mother, Mary, he said, 'You are obsessed with eating.  You've even named your daughter Candy.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He turned to the second Mum, Ann: 'Your obsession is with money.  Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He turned to the third Mum, Kathy: 'Your obsession is alcohol.  This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At this point, the fourth mother, Joyce, quietly got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, 'Come on Dick, this guy has no idea what he's talking about.  Lets pick Willy up from school and go home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A woman goes into the doctor’s all bruised and beaten up pretty badly..... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "My god...what happened?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: “Doctor, I don't know what to do. Every time my husband comes home after a few beers he beats me up." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "Well I have a really good remedy for that. When your husband comes home drunk, just make a cup of green tea, take a sip and start swirling it in your mouth. Don't drink it, just swirl it around and around for a while". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later she comes back to the doctor and looks all healthy and fresh again.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Woman:" Doc, the green tea thing was brilliant! Every time my husband came home drunk, I sipped and swirled repeatedly with green tea and now he never touches me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "Excellent...so now you can see why keeping your mouth shut is such a good idea!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man doing market research knocked on a door and was greeted by a young woman with three small children running around at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'm doing some research for Vaseline. Have you ever used the product?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Yes. My husband and I use it all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't mind me asking, what do you use it for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We use it for sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researcher was a little taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Usually people lie to me and say that they use it on a child's bicycle chain or to help with a gate hinge. But, in fact, I know that most people do use it for sex. I admire you for your honesty. Since you've been frank so far, would you mind telling &lt;br /&gt;me exactly how you use it for sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "No, not at all. My husband and I put it on the door knob to keep the kids out!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6283107391039768723?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6283107391039768723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6283107391039768723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6283107391039768723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6283107391039768723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/03/psychiatrist-was-conducting-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-7021331977884448720</id><published>2010-02-26T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:51:23.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A group of 40 year old buddies discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the waitress's there had low cut blouses and were very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later at 50 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food there was very good and the wine selection was good also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later at 60 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner.  Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they could eat there in peace and quiet and the restaurant had a beautiful view of the ocean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, at 70 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the restaurant was wheel chair accessible and they even had an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, at 80 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A husband and wife were sitting watching a TV program about psychology and explaining the phenomenon of "mixed emotions." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband turned to his wife and said, "Darling, that's a bunch of crap. I bet you can't tell me anything that will make me happy and sad at the same time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: "Out of all your friends, you have the biggest penis."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A little boy was sitting on the footpath with a bottle of Turpentine.  He was shaking it up and watching all the bubbles.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A Priest came along and asked the little boy what he had. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little boy said, 'This is the most powerful liquid in the world; it's called Turpentine.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Priest said, 'No, the most powerful liquid in the world is Holy Water... If you rub it on a pregnant woman's belly, she'll pass a healthy baby.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little boy replied, 'If you rub turpentine on a cat's arse, he'll pass a Harley Davidson !' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't even think about it!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy had the following password at work: "MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLewieDeweyDonaldGoofyDublin". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his boss asked why he had such a long password he replied, 'Bejazus! Are yez fucking stupid? Shore oi was told me password had to be at least 8 characters long and include one capital!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-7021331977884448720?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/7021331977884448720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=7021331977884448720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7021331977884448720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7021331977884448720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/02/group-of-40-year-old-buddies-discussed.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-695539517536293916</id><published>2010-02-19T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T03:25:40.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just found out I can still have sex at 74!        &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy because I live at 68, so it's not &lt;br /&gt;far to walk home . . .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wife asks husband, "How many women have you slept with?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband proudly replies, "Only you, Darling - With all the others, I was awake." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hospital Visiting Hours are 10 am to 4 PM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Importance of Walking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking a mile every day can add 15 minutes to your life.&lt;br /&gt;This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional &lt;br /&gt;8 months in a nursing home at £700 per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My grandpa started walking&lt;br /&gt;   five miles a day when he was 60.&lt;br /&gt;   Now he's 97 years old and we don't &lt;br /&gt;   know where the hell he is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I like long walks,&lt;br /&gt;   especially when they are taken&lt;br /&gt;   by people who annoy me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The only reason I would take up walking&lt;br /&gt;  is so that I could hear heavy breathing again. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I have to walk early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;   before my brain figures out what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   I joined a health club last year,&lt;br /&gt;   spent about 400 quid.&lt;br /&gt;   Haven't lost a pound.&lt;br /&gt;   Apparently you have to go there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise',&lt;br /&gt;   I wash my mouth out with dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I do have flabby thighs,&lt;br /&gt;   but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The advantage of exercising every day&lt;br /&gt;   is so that when you die, they'll say,&lt;br /&gt;   'Well, she looks good doesn't she.'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  If you are going to try cross-country skiing,&lt;br /&gt;  start with a small country.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   I’m 50 now and I know I got a lot of exercise&lt;br /&gt;   in the last few years... just getting over the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We all get heavier as we get older,&lt;br /&gt;   because there's a lot more information in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;   That's my story and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Every time I start thinking too much about how I look,&lt;br /&gt;   I just find a pub with a Happy Hour and by the time I leave,&lt;br /&gt;   I can assure you, I look just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A group of primary school infants, accompanied by two female &lt;br /&gt;teachers, went on a field trip to Cheltenham races to see and learn &lt;br /&gt;about thoroughbred horses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to take the children to the toilet, it was decided that the girls would go with one teacher and the boys would go with the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher assigned to the boys was waiting outside the men's toilet when one of the boys came out and told her that none of them could reach the urinal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Having no choice, she went inside, helped the boys with their underpants and began hoisting the boys up, one by one, holding their willies to direct the flow away from their clothes.  As she lifted one, she couldn't help but notice that he was unusually well endowed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Trying not to show that she was staring, the teacher said, 'You must be in year four.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, love,' he replied. "I'm riding Silver Arrow in the 2.15"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the Best toast of the night."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye," she said, "he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, he's only been in there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can't look that old. Well.... you'll love this one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My name is Alice Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, which bore his full name.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I remembered that a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy, with the same name, had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago.  Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, grey-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  'Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a mustang,' he gleamed with pride.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  'When did you graduate?'  I asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He answered, 'in 1975.. Why do you ask?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  'You were in my class!', I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He looked at me closely.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Then, that ugly,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       old,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       bald,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       wrinkled,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       fat ass,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       grey-haired,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;          decrepit,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       son-of-a-bitch asked,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  'What subject did you teach ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On a bitterly cold winters morning a husband and wife were listening to the radio during breakfast. They heard the announcer say, "We are going to have 8 to 10 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the even-numbered side of the street, so the Snowploughs can get through. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the good wife went out and moved her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later while they are eating breakfast again, the radio announcer said, "We are expecting 10 to 12 inches of snow today. You must park your car on the odd-numbered side of the street, so the snowploughs can get through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good wife went out and moved her car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week they are again having breakfast, when the radio announcer says, "We are expecting 12 to 14 inches of snow today. You must park...." Then the electric power went out. The good wife was very upset, and with a worried look on her face she said, "I don't know what to do. Which side of the street do I need to park on so the snowploughs can get through?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with the love and understanding in his voice, that all men who are married to blondes exhibit, the husband replied, "Why don't you just leave the car in the garage this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-695539517536293916?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/695539517536293916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=695539517536293916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/695539517536293916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/695539517536293916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-just-found-out-i-can-still-have-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-3285416642035493989</id><published>2010-02-18T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:59:44.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple came upon a wishing well. The wife leaned over, made a wish and threw in a penny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband decided to make a wish, too But he leaned over too much, fell into the well, and drowned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife was stunned for a moment but then smiled, "It really works!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the rest of the country, Essex girls have to buy their own Valentine’s Day presents. So here we find two of them who are busy testing perfume samples at their local Boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon picks up a nice looking bottle and sprays it on her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's nice innit Trace... Don't you fink?" says Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah wicked! Wot's it called?" asks Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vien a Moi" replies Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wot the fuck does that mean Shaz?" says Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales assistant steps in and helpfully offers: " It's French for 'Come To Me’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon sniffs it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t smell like Cum to me, Trace. Does it smell like Cum to you?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cow in a small town in Scotland stopped giving milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town folk found they could buy a cow in Wales quite&lt;br /&gt;cheaply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought the cow from Wales and it was wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;produced lots of milk every day and everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought a bull to mate with the cow to get more cows, so&lt;br /&gt;they'd never have to worry about their milk supply again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put the bull in the pasture with the cow but whenever&lt;br /&gt;the bull tried to mount the cow, the cow would move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move&lt;br /&gt;away from the bull and he was never able to do the deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were very upset and decided to go the Vet, who was &lt;br /&gt;very wise, tell him what was happening and ask his advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away.&lt;br /&gt;If he approaches from the back, she moves forward" they said,&lt;br /&gt;"When he approaches her from the front, she backs off.  If he &lt;br /&gt;attempts from one side, she walks away to the other side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vet rubbed his chin thoughtfully and pondered this before asking, "Did you by chance, buy this cow in  Wales?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned that they had brought the cow over from Wales .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are truly a wise Vet," they said. "How did you know we got the cow from Wales ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye, "My wife is from Wales"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out. &lt;br /&gt;Both were very faithful and loving wives, however they had gotten over-enthusiastic on the Bacardi Breezers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly drunk and walking home they needed to pee, so they stopped in the cemetery. One of them had nothing to wipe with, so she thought she would take off her panties and use them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them.  She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the girls did their business they proceeded to go home. &lt;br /&gt;The next day one of the woman's husband was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said: &lt;br /&gt;"These girls nights have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no panties!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's nothing' said the other husband, 'Mine came back with a card stuck to her ass that said....'From all of us at the Fire Station.  We'll never forget you.'"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man in a supermarket tries to buy half a cauliflower. The very young produce assistant tells him that they sell only whole cauliflowers. The man persists and asks to see the manager. The boy says he'll ask his manager about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager 'Some prat out there wants to buy half a cauliflower.'&lt;br /&gt;As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, 'And this gentleman has kindly offered to buy the other half.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way.  Later the manager said to the boy, 'I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;' Liverpool, sir,' the boy replied. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Well, why did you leave Liverpool?' the manager asked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boy said, 'Sir, there's nothing but whores and footballers up there.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Really?' said the manager. 'My wife is from Liverpool.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'You're kidding?' replied the boy. 'Who did she play for?' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-3285416642035493989?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/3285416642035493989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=3285416642035493989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3285416642035493989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3285416642035493989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2010/02/couple-came-upon-wishing-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-7107023745201332270</id><published>2009-12-17T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:59:08.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man in Scotland calls his son in London the day before Christmas Eve and says, “I hate to ruin your day but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dad, what are you talking about?' the son screams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can't stand the sight of each other any longer” the father says.  “We're sick of each other and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Leeds and tell her.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantically the son calls his sister who explodes on the phone. “Like hell they're getting divorced!” she shouts, “I'll take care of this!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls Scotland immediately and screams at her father “You are NOT getting divorced.  Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. 'Sorted! They're coming for Christmas - and they're paying their own way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In honour of this holy season" Saint  Peter said, "You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. "It represents a candle", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You  may pass through the pearly gates" Saint Peter said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, "They're bells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peter said "You may pass through the pearly gates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women's panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, "And just what do those symbolize?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "These are Carols."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So The Christmas Season Begins . . .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-7107023745201332270?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/7107023745201332270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=7107023745201332270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7107023745201332270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7107023745201332270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-in-scotland-calls-his-son-in-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8901199370617696920</id><published>2009-12-11T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:55:16.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An American decided to write a book about famous churches around the world, so he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read $10,000 per call.&lt;br /&gt;The American, being intrigued, asked a priest what the telephone was used for.  The priest replied that it was a direct line to Heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God.  The American thanked the priest and went along his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His next stop was in Moscow.  There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it.  He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in Rome and asked a nun what its purpose was.  She told him that it was a direct line to Heaven and that for $10,000 he could talk to God.&lt;br /&gt;'OK. Thank you,' said the American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then travelled to France, Israel, Germany and Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;In every church he saw the same golden telephone with a '$10,000 per call' sign under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way back to the States the American decided to visit his cousin Percy in Tipton, West midlands, England.&lt;br /&gt;He arrived in Tipton, and again, in St Patrick's church there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read '10 Pence per call'.&lt;br /&gt;The American was surprised so he asked the Father Michael about the sign.  'Reverend, I've travelled all over the world and I've seen this same golden telephone in many churches.  I'm told that it is a direct line to heaven, but everywhere I went the price was $10,000 per call.  Why is it so much less here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest smiled and answered, 'You're in The Black Country now, our kid. It's a local call.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer and an Irishman are sitting next to each other on a long flight. The lawyer is thinking that the Irish are so dumb that he could get anything over on them easy....so the lawyer asks if the Irishman would like to play a fun game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and tries to catch a few winks.  The lawyer persists, and says that the game is a lot of fun.  "I ask you a question and if you don't know the answer, you pay me only £5.  Then you ask me one, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you £500" he says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catches the wee man's attention and to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. '"What's the distance from the earth to the moon?"  The Irishman doesn't say a word, reaches in his pocket pulls out a five pound note, and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's the Irishman's turn.  He asks the lawyer, "What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?"  The lawyer uses his laptop and searches all references he could find on the internet.  He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows, all to no avail.  After one hour of searching he finally gives up.  He wakes up the Irishman and hands him £500.  The Irishman pockets the money and goes right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer.  He wakes the Irishman up and asks, "Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irishman reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer £5 and goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with the Irish!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A Blonde was sent on her way to Heaven. Upon arrival, a concerned St Peter met her at the Pearly Gates.  'I'm sorry,' St Peter said; 'But Heaven is suffering from an overload of goodly souls and we have been forced to put up an Entrance Exam for new arrivals to ease the burden of Heavenly Arrivals.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's cool' said the blonde, 'What does the Entrance Exam consist of?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Just three questions' said St Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Which are?' asked the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The first,' said St Peter, 'is, which two days of the week start with the letter 'T' '? The second is 'How many seconds are there in a year?' The third is 'What was the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said St Peter, 'Go away and think about those questions and when I call upon you, I shall expect you to have those answers for me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the blonde went away and gave those three questions some considerable thought (and you are expected to do the same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning, St Peter called upon the blonde and asked if she had considered the questions, to which she replied, 'I have.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well then,' said St Peter, 'Which two days of the week start with the letter T?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde said, 'Today and Tomorrow.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Peter pondered this answer for some time, and decided that indeed the answer can be applied to the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well then, could I have your answer to the second of the three questions?' St Peter went on, 'how many seconds in a year?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blonde replied, 'Twelve!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Only twelve?' exclaimed St Peter, 'How did you arrive at that figure?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Easy,' said the blonde, 'there's the second of January, the second of February, right through to the second of December, giving a total of twelve seconds.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Peter looked at the blonde and said, 'I need some time to consider your answer before I can give you a decision.' And he walked away shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, St Peter returned to the Blonde. 'I'll allow the answer to stand, but you need to get the third and final question absolutely correct to be allowed into Heaven. Now, can you tell me the answer to the name of the swagman in Waltzing Matilda?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replied: 'Of the three questions, I found this the easiest to  answer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really!' exclaimed St Peter, 'And what is the answer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's Andy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Andy??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Andy,' said the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally floored St Peter, and he paced this way and that, deliberating the answer. Finally, he could not stand the suspense any longer, and turning to the blonde, asked 'How in God's name did you arrive at THAT answer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Easy' said the blonde, 'Andy sat, Andy watched, Andy waited til his billy boiled.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the blonde entered Heaven...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's worse, I bet you are now singing it to yourself!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8901199370617696920?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8901199370617696920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8901199370617696920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8901199370617696920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8901199370617696920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-decided-to-write-book-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-5085406042323682429</id><published>2009-12-04T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:02:41.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Anyone with needs to be prayed over, come forward to the front of the altar," the Preacher says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy gets in line and when it's his turn,the preacher asks:&lt;br /&gt;"Leroy, what do you want me to pray about for you."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy replies: "Preacher, I need you to pray for my hearing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher puts one finger in Leroy's ear and he places the other hand on top  of Leroy's head and prays and prays and prays for Leroy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the Preacher removes his hands, stands back and asks, "Leroy, how is your hearing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy says, "I don't know, Reverend, it ain't till next Wednesday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was in town on a shopping trip. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;She began her day finding the most perfect shoes in the first shop and a beautiful dress on sale in the second. In the third everything had just been reduced by 50 percent when her mobile phone rang. It was a female doctor notifying her that her husband had just been in a terrible car accident and was in critical condition in the ICU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman told the doctor to inform her husband where she was and that she'd be there as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she hung up she realised she was leaving what was shaping up to be the best day ever in the boutiques. She decided to get in a couple more shops before heading to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up shopping the rest of the morning, finishing her trip with a cup of coffee and a beautiful chocolate cake slice, compliments of the last shop. She was jubilant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she remembered her husband. Feeling guilty, she dashed to the hospital. She saw the doctor in the corridor and asked about her husband's condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady doctor glared at her and shouted, 'You went ahead and finished your shopping trip didn't you? I hope you're proud of yourself!  While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself in town, your husband has been languishing in the Intensive Care Unit!  It's just as well you went ahead and finished, because it will more than likely be the last shopping trip you ever take! For the rest of his life he will require round the clock care. And you will now be his carer!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was feeling so guilty she broke down and sobbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady doctor then chuckled and said, 'I'm just pulling your leg.  He's dead………. Show me what you bought.'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl asks her mum, 'Mum, can I take the dog for a walk around the block?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her mum replies 'No, because she is on heat.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'What does that mean?' asked the child.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Go and ask your father. I think he's in the garage.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little girl goes out to the garage and says, 'Dad, can I take Lulu for a walk around the block? I asked Mum, but she said the dog was on the heat and to come ask you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a rag, soaked it in petrol, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said 'Ok, you can go now, but keep Lulu on the leash and only go one time around the block.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash. Surprised, Dad asked, 'Where's Lulu?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, 'She ran out of petrol about halfway round the block, so another dog is pushing her home.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-5085406042323682429?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/5085406042323682429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=5085406042323682429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5085406042323682429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5085406042323682429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/12/anyone-with-needs-to-be-prayed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-2165768475396229767</id><published>2009-11-27T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:42:36.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an enemy Indian war party.&lt;br /&gt;The Indian Chief proclaims, 'So, you are the great Lone Ranger. In honor of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days. Before I kill you, I grant you three requests. What is your first request?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Ranger responds, 'I'd like to speak to my horse.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger who whispers in Silver's ear, and the horse gallops away. Later that evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back.  As the Indian Chief watches, the blonde enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the Indian Chief admits he's impressed. 'You have a very fine and loyal horse, but I will still kill you in two days. What is your second request?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to him, and he again whispers in the horse's ear. As before, Silver takes off and disappears over the horizon. Later that evening, to the Chief's surprise, Silver again returns, this time with a voluptuous brunette, more attractive than the blonde. She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning the Indian Chief is again impressed. 'You are indeed a man of many talents, but I will still kill you tomorrow. What is your last request?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Ranger responds, 'I'd like to speak to my horse,.... alone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief is curious but he agrees, and Silver is brought to the Lone Ranger's tent. Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both ears, looks him square in the eye and says, 'Listen very carefully, for.... the.... last....f**king time, I said.....'BRING POSSE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Armageddon everybody was waiting to enter Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God appeared and said, "I want all the women to report to Peter and all the men to make two lines. One line is for men who were the true heads of their household, and the other line for the men who were dominated by their wives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the women were gone and there were two lines of men.&lt;br /&gt;The line of men who were dominated by their wives was miles and miles long, wrapping around the earth, and in the line of men who truly were heads of their household there was only one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "You men should be ashamed of yourselves. I created you to be head of your household! You have been disobedient and have not fulfilled your purpose! Of all of you, only one obeyed. Learn from him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God turned to the one man and asked, "How did you manage to be the only one in this line?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "I don't know, my wife told me to stand here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I read this sign right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOILET OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Laundromat:&lt;br /&gt;AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a London department store:&lt;br /&gt;BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an office:&lt;br /&gt;WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an office:&lt;br /&gt;AFTER TEA BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a secondhand shop:&lt;br /&gt;WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in health food shop window:&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted in a safari park:&lt;br /&gt;ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen during a conference:&lt;br /&gt;FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in a farmer's field:&lt;br /&gt;THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message on a leaflet:&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a repair shop door:&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A young cowboy sitting in a saloon one Saturday night recognized an elderly man standing at the bar who, in his day, had been the fastest gun in the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy took a place next to the old-timer, bought him a drink and told him of his great ambition to be a great shot...   'Could you  give me some tips?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man  said, 'Well, for one thing, you're wearing your gun too high -  tie the holster a little lower down on your leg.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will  that make me a better gunfighter?'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure will ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man did as he was told, stood up, whipped out his .44 and shot the bow tie off the piano player. 'That's terrific!' said the cowboy.  'Got any more tips ?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yep,' said the old man.  'Cut a notch out of your holster where the hammer hits it -  that'll give you a smoother draw' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You bet it will,' said the old-timer.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man took out his knife, cut the notch, stood up, drew his gun in a blur, and then shot a cufflink off the piano player.  'Wow!' Exclaimed the cowboy. 'I'm learnin' somethin' here.  Got any more tips?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man pointed to a large can in a corner of the saloon.  'See that axle grease over there? Coat your gun with it.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man  smeared some of the grease on the barrel of  his gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' said the old-timer, 'I mean smear it all over the gun, handle and all.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will that make me a better gunfighter?' asked the young man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' said the old-timer, 'but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the piano, he's gonna shove that gun up your ass, and it won't hurt as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-2165768475396229767?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/2165768475396229767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=2165768475396229767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2165768475396229767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2165768475396229767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/11/lone-ranger-was-ambushed-and-captured.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-2161157032171475731</id><published>2009-11-20T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:34:31.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One December day we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight: Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her so we put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. We didn't know what to call her so we named her "Pussycat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we could come and get her. My husband (the complainer) said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks."&lt;br /&gt;He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband 'El-Cheap-O', and my husband calls the vet 'El-Charge-O'. They love to hate each other and constantly 'snipe' at one another, with my husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is located in the same building, next door to the vet. The MD's waiting room and office was full of people waiting to see the doctor. A side door opened and the vet leaned in - he had obviously seen my husband arrive. He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice said, "Your wife's pussy doesn't stink any more. We washed and shaved it, and now she smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she's pregnant. God only knows who the father is!" Then he closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT, my friends, is getting even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep. He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep. When he awoke, he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed. 'Who the hell are you?', demanded Dave, 'and what are you doing in my bedroom ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious man answered, 'This isn't your bedroom and I'm&lt;br /&gt;St Peter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave was stunned. 'You mean I'm dead?!!! That can't be, I have so much to live for - and I haven't said goodbye to my family. . .. You've got to send me back straight away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Peter replied, 'Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog or a hen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later, he was covered in feathers and clucking around, pecking the ground. 'This ain't so bad', he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, 'So you're the new hen, How are you enjoying your first day here ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's not so bad', replies Dave, 'but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're ovulating', explained the rooster. 'Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Never', replies Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well just relax and let it happen'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him . . . Ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg, he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting...&lt;br /&gt;'Dave, wake up, you drunken bastard. You've sh*t the bed !!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;strong&gt;Her Majesty's Revenue &amp;amp; Customs with a sense of humour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a real reply from the Inland Revenue. The Guardian newspaper had to ask for special permission to print it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Addison,&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you to express our thanks for your more than prompt reply to our latest communication, and also to answer some of the points you raise. I will address them, as ever, in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I must take issue with your description of our last as a "begging letter". It might perhaps more properly be referred to as a "tax demand". This is how we at the Inland Revenue have always, for reasons of accuracy, traditionally referred to such documents.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, your frustration at our adding to the "endless stream of crapulent whining and panhandling vomited daily through the letterbox on to the doormat" has been noted. However, whilst I have naturally not seen the other letters to which you refer, I would cautiously suggest that their being from "pauper councils, Lombardy pirate banking houses and pissant gas-mongerers" might indicate that your decision to "file them next to the toilet in case of emergencies" is at best a little ill-advised. In common with my own organisation, it is unlikely that the senders of these letters do see you as a "lackwit bumpkin" or, come to that, a "sodding charity". More likely they see you as a citizen of Great Britain, with a responsibility to contribute to the upkeep of the nation as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point. Whilst there may be some spirit of truth in your assertion that the taxes you pay "go to shore up the canker-blighted, toppling folly that is the Public Services", a moment's rudimentary calculation ought to disabuse you of the notion that the government in any way expects you to "stump up for the whole damned party" yourself. The estimates you provide for the Chancellor's disbursement of the funds levied by taxation, whilst colourful, are, in fairness, a little off the mark. Less than you seem to imagine is spent on "junkets for Bunterish lickspittles" and "dancing whores" whilst far more than you have accounted for is allocated to, for example, "that box-ticking facade of a university system."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of technical points arising from direct queries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The reason we don't simply write "Muggins" on the envelope has to do with the vagaries of the postal system;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You can rest assured that "sucking the very marrow of those with nothing else to give" has never been considered as a practice because even if the Personal Allowance didn't render it irrelevant, the sheer medical logistics involved would make it financially unviable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust this has helped. In the meantime, whilst I would not in any way wish to influence your decision one way or the other, I ought to point out that even if you did choose to "give the whole foul jamboree up and go and live in India" you would still owe us the money.&lt;br /&gt;Please send it to us by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;H J Lee&lt;br /&gt;Customer Relations Inland Revenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny little white guy goes into an elevator, looks up and sees this HUGE black guy standing next to him. The big guy sees the little guy staring at him, looks down and says: "7 feet tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch private, 3 pound testicles, Turner Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white man faints and falls to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big guy kneels down and brings him to, shaking him. The big guy says: What's wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a weak voice the little guy says, "What EXACTLY did you say to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big dude says: "I saw your curious look and figured I'd just give you the answers to the questions everyone always asks me..... I'm 7 feet tall, I weigh 350 pounds, I have a 20 inch private, my testicles weigh 3 pounds each, and my name is Turner Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small guy says: "Turner Brown, sweet Jesus, I thought you said, Turn around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-2161157032171475731?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/2161157032171475731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=2161157032171475731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2161157032171475731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2161157032171475731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-december-day-we-found-old-straggly.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-3701656159526101287</id><published>2009-11-16T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:24:14.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With all the new technology regarding fertility recently, a 65-year-old friend of mine was able to give birth. When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, I went to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'May I see the new baby?' I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not yet,' she said. 'I'll make coffee and we can visit for awhile first.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes passed, and I asked, 'May I see the new baby now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, not yet,' She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another few minutes had elapsed, I asked again, 'May I see the baby now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, not yet,' replied my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing very impatient, I asked, 'Well, when can I see the baby?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHEN HE CRIES!' she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHEN HE CRIES?' I demanded. 'Why do I have to wait until he CRIES?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BECAUSE I FORGOT WHERE I PUT HIM, O.K.!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the Paddy and Mick show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy and Mick go to London to donate sperm. It was a disaster! Paddy missed the tube and Mick came on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A Muslim was sitting next to Paddy on a plane. Paddy ordered a whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;The stewardess asked the Muslim if he'd like a drink.&lt;br /&gt;He replied in disgust "I'd rather be raped by a dozen whores than let liquor touch my lips!"&lt;br /&gt;Paddy handed his drink back and said "Me too, I didn't know we had a choice!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Paddy calls Easyjet to book a flight. The operator asks "How many people are flying with you ?"&lt;br /&gt;Paddy replies "I don't know! Its your f***ing plane!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Paddy and Murphy are working on a building site.&lt;br /&gt;Paddy says to Murphy "I'm gonna have the day off, I'm gonna pretend I'm mad!"&lt;br /&gt;He climbs up the rafters , hangs upside down and shouts "I'M A LIGHTBULB! I'M A LIGHTBULB!"&lt;br /&gt;Murphy watches in amazement! The Foreman shouts "Paddy you're mad, go home." So Paddy leaves the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy starts packing his kit up to leave as well.&lt;br /&gt;"Where the hell are you going?" asks the Foreman.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't work in the friggin' dark!" says Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Two Irish couples decided to swap partners for the night.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of amazing sex, Paddy says "I wonder how the girls are getting on"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Paddy takes his new wife to bed on their wedding night. She undresses, lies on the bed spreadeagled and says "You know what I want don't you ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," says Paddy. "The whole friggin' bed by the looks of it!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's a Catholic priest and a pint of Guiness got in common?&lt;br /&gt;A. A black coat, white collar and you've got to watch your arse if you get a dodgy one!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Paddy, the electrician, got sacked from the U.S. prison service for not servicing the electric chair. He said in his professional opinion it was a death trap!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Paddy, the Irish boyfriend of the woman whose head was found on Arbroath beach was asked to identify her.&lt;br /&gt;A detective held up the head to which point Paddy said "I don't think that's her, she wasn't that tall!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Paddy and his wife are lying in bed and the neighbours' dog is barking like mad in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Paddy says "To hell with this!" and storms off.&lt;br /&gt;He comes back upstairs 5 minutes later and his wife asks "What did you do ?"&lt;br /&gt;Paddy replies "I've put the dog in our garden. Let's see how they like it!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Paddy is said to be shocked at finding out all his cows have Bluetongue.&lt;br /&gt;"Be Jeysus!" he said, "I didn't even know they had mobile phones!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------oOo-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mick and Paddy are reading head stones at a nearby cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;Mick say "Crikey! There's a bloke here who was 152!"&lt;br /&gt;Paddy says "What's his name ?"&lt;br /&gt;Mick replies "Miles, from London!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marriage of an 80 year old man and a 20 year old woman was the talk of the town. After being married a year, the couple went to the hospital for the birth of their first child. The attending nurse came out of the delivery room to congratulate the old gentleman and said, 'This is amazing. How do you do it at your age?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man grinned and said, 'You got to keep the old motor running.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year, the couple returned to the hospital for the birth of their second child. The same nurse was attending the delivery and again went out to congratulate the old gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Sir, you are something! How do you manage it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man grinned and said, 'You gotta keep the old motor running.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, the couple returned to the hospital for the birth of their third child. The same nurse was there for this birth also and, after the delivery, she once again approached the old gentleman, smiled, and said, 'Well, you surely are something awesome! How do you do it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man replied, 'It's like I've told you before, you gotta keep the old motor running.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse, still smiling, patted him on the back and said: 'Well, I guess it's time to change the oil. This one is black!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was entertainment night at the Retirement Home. Claude the hypnotist exclaimed: 'I'm here to put you into a trance; I intend to hypnotize each and every member of the audience.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement was almost electric as Claude withdrew a beautiful antique pocket watch from his coat. 'I want each one of you to keep your eye on this antique watch. It's a very special watch. It's been in my family for six generations.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to swing the watch gently back and forth while quietly chanting: 'Watch the watch, watch the watch, and watch the watch...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface. Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch, until, suddenly, it slipped from the hypnotist's finger and fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'SHIT!' said the Hypnotist....It took three days to clean up the Old Folks Home!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Ferrari F1 team fired their entire pit crew yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;This announcement followed Ferrari's decision to take advantage of the British government's 'Work for your Dole' scheme and employ some Liverpudlian youngsters. The decision to hire them was brought about by a recent documentary on how unemployed youths from Toxteth were able to remove a set of wheels in less than 6 seconds without proper equipment, whereas Ferrari's existing crew could only do it in 8 seconds with millions of pounds worth of high tech equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thought to be an excellent, bold move by the Ferrari management team as most races are won and lost in the pits, giving Ferrari an advantage over every other team. However, Ferrari got more than they bargained for! At the crew's first practice session, not only was the scouse pit crew able to change all four wheels in under 6 seconds but, within 12 seconds, they had re-sprayed, re-badged and sold the car to the Mclaren team for 8 cases of Stella, a bag of weed and some photos of Lewis Hamilton's bird in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit. The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing. The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the Blonde mortician a blank cheque and says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly ...She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied.You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?' To her astonishment, the blonde mortician presents her with the blank cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's no charge,' she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisiteblue suit!' she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice. . . . . . . ...So I just switched the heads.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-3701656159526101287?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/3701656159526101287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=3701656159526101287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3701656159526101287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3701656159526101287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-all-new-technology-regarding.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-3027746977693863788</id><published>2009-10-29T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:27:41.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman sitting in an restaurant suddenly began to cough. After a few seconds it became apparent that she was in real distress and two locals, Kenzie and Brian, sitting at the next table, turned to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kin ya swaller?" Asked Kenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman signalled 'No!', desperately shaking her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kin ya breathe?" asked Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman shook her head No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Kenzie walked behind her, lifted up the back of her dress, yanked down her knickers and ran his tongue up and down the crack of herbackside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shocked the woman into such a violent spasm that the obstruction flew out of her mouth and she began to breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie swaggered back to his table and took a deep swig of his beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian said in admiration "Ya know Kenzie, I'd heard of that bloody Hind Lick Manoeuvre but that's the first time I ever seen somebody do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER DIARY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 24th June 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw him in the evening and he was acting really strangely.&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping in the afternoon with the girls and I did turn up a bit late so thought it might be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar was really crowded and loud so I suggested we go somewhere quieter to talk. He was still very subdued and distracted so I suggested we go somewhere nice to eat. All through dinner he just didn't seem himself; he hardly laughed and didn't seem to be paying any attention to me or to what I was saying. I just knew that something was wrong. He dropped me back home and I wondered if he was going to come in; he hesitated but followed. I asked him again if there was something the matter but he just half shook his head and turned the television on. After about 10 minutes of silence, I said I was going upstairs to bed. I put my arms around him and told him that I loved him deeply. He just gave a sigh and a sad sort of smile. He didn't follow me up but later he did, and I was surprised when we made love. He still seemed distant and a bit cold, and I started to think that he was going to leave me and that he had found someone else. I cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS DIARY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday 24th June 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool lost to United. Gutted. Got a shag though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist walks into the store to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall. He asks the blonde clerk, "What's with that guy over there by the wall?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde clerk responds, "Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough. I couldn't find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxative."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist yells, "You idiot! You can't treat a cough with a laxative!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde clerk responds, "Of course you can! Look at him, he's afraid to cough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know those cute little computer symbols called "emoticons," where :) means a smile and :( is a frown.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes these are represented by :-) :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how about some "ARSE-ICONS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_!_) a regular arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__!__) a fat arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(!) a tight arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_*_) a sore arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{_!_} a swishy arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_o_) an arse that's been around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_x_) kiss my arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_X_) leave my arse alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_zzz_) a tired arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_E=mc2_) a smart arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_$_) Money coming out of his arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_?_) Dumb arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have just been e-mooned!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-3027746977693863788?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/3027746977693863788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=3027746977693863788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3027746977693863788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3027746977693863788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/10/woman-sitting-in-restaurant-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-4590893968170292038</id><published>2009-10-22T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:22:13.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Single vs. Engaged vs. MARRIED!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping her drink, the single 20-year-old girl leered and said, "Last Friday, after work, I went to my boyfriend's office wearing a leather coat. When all the other people had left, I slipped out of it and all I had on was a leather bodice, black stockings and stiletto heels. He was so aroused that we made passionate love on his desk right then and there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engaged woman giggled and said, "That's pretty much my story! When my fiancé got home last Friday, he found me waiting for him in a black mask, leather bodice, black hose and stiletto pumps. He was so turned on that we not only had sex all night, he wants to move forward our wedding date!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The married woman put her glass down and said, "I did a lot of planning. I made arrangements for the kids to stay over at Grandma's. I took a long scented-oil bath and then put on my best perfume. I slipped into a tight leather bodice, a black garter belt, black stockings and six-inch stilettos. I finished it off with a black mask.&lt;br /&gt;When my husband got home from work, he grabbed a beer and the remote, sat down and yelled, 'Oi, Batman, what's for dinner?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy walks into the doctor's office and says, 'D-d-d-doc, I've bbeen stttutering fforyyyears and I I I I'm tttired of it. Cccan yyyou hehe help me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, 'Well, I'll have to examine you to see what's going on.' So he examines him and says, 'Well, I think I know what the problem is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, 'Wwwell wwwhat is it, ddoc?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, 'Well, it's your penis, it's about a foot long and all the down pressure is putting strain on your vocal cords.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, 'Wwwat cccan we dddo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor advises, 'Well, I can cut it off and transplant a shorter one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, 'Dddo it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the operation and three weeks later, he comes back into the doctor's office and says, 'Doc, you solved the problem and I don't stutter anymore, but I've only had sex once in the past three weeks. My wife doesn't like it anymore. She liked it with my long one. I don't care if I have to stutter, I want you to put my long one back on.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, 'P p p piss o o o off. A ddddeal's a ddddeal!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob works hard at the office but spends two nights each week bowling, and plays golf every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorman at the club greets them and says, 'Hey, Bob! How ya doin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no,' says Bob. 'He's in my bowling league.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink Budweiser?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says, 'Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.&lt;br /&gt;Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it. She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabby turns around and says, 'Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB's funeral will be on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man checks into a hotel in Milton Keynes while on a business trip and was a bit lonely. He thought about one of those girls you see advertised in phone booths when you're calling for a cab. He popped into a phone booth in the Hub near the hotel and found an ad for a girl calling herself Candice, a lovely girl, bending over in the photo. She had all the right curves in all the right places, beautiful long wavy hair, long graceful legs...... well, you get the picture! He copied the phone number and returned to his hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When back in the room he figures, what the hell, I'll give her a call.&lt;br /&gt;'Hello,' the woman says. God, she sounded sexy.&lt;br /&gt;'Hi, I hear you give a great massage and I'd like you to come to my room and give me one. No, wait, I should be straight with you. I'm in town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want it hot, and I want it now. Bring implements, toys, rubber, leather, whips, everything you've got in your bag of tricks. Tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything you want! Now, how does that sound?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'That sounds fantastic, but you need to press 1 for an outside line.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took three hours for him to get the courage to Checkout next morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-4590893968170292038?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/4590893968170292038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=4590893968170292038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4590893968170292038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4590893968170292038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/10/single-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-1559383351876641143</id><published>2009-10-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:36:40.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two Irish blokes walk into a pet shop in St. John's and walk over to the bird section. Gerry says to George, 'Dat's dem.'&lt;br /&gt;The owner comes over and asks if he can help them.&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, we'll take four of dem dere little budgies in dat cage up dere,' says George.&lt;br /&gt;The owner puts the budgies in a cardboard box. George and Gerry pay for the birds, leave the shop and get into Gerry's truck to drive to the top of Signal Hill.&lt;br /&gt;At Signal Hill Gerry looks down at the 1000 foot drop and says, 'Dis looks like a grand place.'&lt;br /&gt;He takes two birds out of the box, puts one on each shoulder and jumps off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;George watches as the budgies fly off and Gerry falls all the way to the bottom, killing himself stone dead. Looking down at the remains of his best pal, George shakes his head and says, 'Fook dat. Dis budgie jumping is too fook'n dangerous for me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S MORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment's later; Seamus arrives. He's been to the pet shop too and walks up to the edge of the cliff carrying another cardboard box in one hand and a shotgun in the other.&lt;br /&gt;'Hi, George, watch dis,' Seamus says.&lt;br /&gt;He takes a parrot from the box and lets him fly free. He then throws himself over the edge of the cliff with the gun. George watches as half way down, Seamus takes the gun and shoots the parrot.. Seamus continues to plummet down and down until he hits the bottom and breaks every bone in his body. George shakes his head and says, 'And I'm never trying dat parrotshooting either!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT OVER YET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George is just getting over the shock of losing two friends when Bren appears. He's also been to the pet shop and is carrying a cardboard box out of which he pulls a chicken. Bren then takes the chicken by its legs and hurls himself off the cliff and disappears down until he hits a rock and breaks his spine. Once more George shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;'Fook dat, lads. First dere was Gerry with his budgie jumping, den Seamus parrotshooting... And now Bren and his fook'n hengliding!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow walks into a bar, notices a very large jar on the counter, and sees that it's filled to the brim with £10 Notes. He guesses there must be more than ten thousand pounds in it.&lt;br /&gt;He approaches the barman and asks, 'What's with the money in the jar?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well......you pay £10 and if you pass three tests, you get all the money and the keys to a brand new Mercedes Sports .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man certainly isn't going to pass this up so he asks, 'What are the three tests?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must pay first...... those are the rules,' says the barman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after thinking it over a while, the man gives the barman the £10 and the bartender drops it into the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' the barman says, 'Here's what you need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt; - You have to drink a whole quart of tequila, in a minute or less, and you can't make a face while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second &lt;/strong&gt;- There's a pit bull chained in the back with a bad tooth. You have to remove that tooth with your bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt; - There's a 90-year old lady upstairs who has never had sex....you have to take care of that problem!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is stunned. 'I know I paid my £10, but I'm not an idiot! I won't do it! You'd have to be nuts to drink a quart of tequila, and then do all those other things...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your call,' says the bartender 'but, your money stays where it is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes on, and after the man has a few more drinks, he finally says,'Where's the damn tequila?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the bottle with both hands and drinks it as fast as he can. Tears stream down both cheeks... but he doesn't make a face, and he did it in fifty-eight seconds!&lt;br /&gt;Next, he staggers out the back door,where he sees the pit bull chained to a pole. Soon the people inside the bar hear growling , biting, and screaming sounds...then nothing but silence! Just when they think that the man surely must be dead, he staggers back into the bar, with his shirt ripped open and there are scratches and he's bleeding all over his body.&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'Now where's that old woman with the bad tooth?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen carefully to instructions, and don't trust your judgment when alcohol is involved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 1 day employment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after landing my new job as a WalMart greeter, a good find for many retirees, I lasted less than a day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance. As I had been instructed, I said pleasantly, 'Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 'no, they ain't twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7. Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I replied, 'I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am, I just couldn't believe someone slept with you twice. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at WalMart.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse named Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull!" Buddy didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull!" Buddy didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Coco, pull!" Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Buddy, pull!" And the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... Buddy is blind and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-1559383351876641143?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/1559383351876641143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=1559383351876641143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1559383351876641143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1559383351876641143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-irish-blokes-walk-into-pet-shop-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-5099193014701217127</id><published>2009-10-09T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:11:27.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A virile, middle-aged Italian gentleman named Guido was relaxing at his favourite bar in Rome when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde woman. Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment and, after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a pleasant interlude he asked with a smile, "So, you finish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, Guido reached for her and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion. The sex finally ends and, again, Guido smiles and asks, "You finish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him and softly says, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, but damned if he was going to leave this woman unsatisfied, Guido reaches for the woman yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they end together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. Exhausted, Guido falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly and asked again, You finish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely able to speak, the beautiful blond whispers in his ear, "No, I Norwegian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zen for Those Who Take Life Too Seriously&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Save the whales. Collect the whole set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A day without sunshine is like, night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On the other hand, you have different fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I just got lost in thought. It wasn't familiar territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Over 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Honk if you love peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Remember, half the people you know are below average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He who laughs last, thinks slowest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets&lt;br /&gt;    the cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7 of your week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Change is inevitable, except from vending machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get a new car for your spouse. It'll be a great trade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Always try to be modest, and be proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Just remember - if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Light travels faster than sound, which is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soldier ran up to a nun. Out of breath he asked, 'Please, may I hide under your skirt. I'll explain later.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later two Military Police ran up and asked,'Sister, have you seen a soldier?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun replied, 'He went that way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the MPs ran off, the soldier crawled out from under her skirt and said, 'I can't thank you enough Sister. You see, I don't want to go toIraq.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun said, 'I understand completely.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier added, 'I hope I'm not rude, but you have a great pair of legs!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun replied, 'If you had looked a little higher, you would have seen a great pair of balls....I don't want to go to Iraq either!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-5099193014701217127?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/5099193014701217127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=5099193014701217127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5099193014701217127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5099193014701217127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/10/virile-middle-aged-italian-gentleman.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-1200485753240100491</id><published>2009-10-03T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:48:00.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. One afternoon, the Pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to take a seat while she prepared tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!&lt;br /&gt;When she returned with tea and scones and they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Miss Beatrice', he said, 'I wonder if you would tell me about this?' Pointing to the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, yes,' she replied, 'Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. And do you know, I haven't had the flu all winter.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were awakened at 3 A.M. by a loud pounding on the door.&lt;br /&gt;The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.&lt;br /&gt;'Not a chance,' says the husband, 'it's 3:00 in the morning!' He slams the door and returns to bed.&lt;br /&gt;'Who was that?' asked his wife.&lt;br /&gt;'Just some drunk guy asking for a push,' he answers.&lt;br /&gt;'Did you help him?' she asks.&lt;br /&gt;'No, I did not, it's 3:00 in the morning and it's pouring down with rain.&lt;br /&gt;'Well, you have a short memory,' says his wife. 'Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;'The man does as he's told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain. He calls out into the dark, 'Hello, are you still there?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' comes back the answer.&lt;br /&gt;'Do you still need a push?' calls out the husband (soaking wet)&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, please!' comes the reply from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;'Where are you?' asks the husband.&lt;br /&gt;'Over here on the swing!' replied the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandparents: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter, as she'd done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!"&lt;br /&gt;I will probably neverput lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was and I told him, 62. My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, "Did you start at 1?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: "We used to skate outside on a pond and I had a swing made from a tyre; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony and picked wild raspberries in the woods."&lt;br /&gt;The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?"&lt;br /&gt;I mentally polished my halo and I said, "No, how are we alike?''&lt;br /&gt;"You're both old," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked. "I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she headed for the door, saying, "Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, "It's no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, "I'm not sure.."&lt;br /&gt;"Look in your underwear, Grandpa," he advised, "mine says I'm 4 to 6."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today."&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. "That's interesting," she said, "how do you make babies?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Children's Logic: "Give me a sentence about a public servant," said a teacher. The small boy wrote: "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant." The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," said the young boy confidently. 'It means carrying a child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; A grandfather was delivering his grandchildren to their home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. "They use him to keep crowds back," said one child. "No," said another. "He's just for good luck." A third child brought the argument to a close."They use the dogs," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; A 6-year-old was asked where his grandma lived. "Oh," he said, "she lives at the airport and when we want her, we just go get her. Then, when we're done having her visit, we take her back to the airport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Grandpa is the smartest man on earth! He teaches me good things, but I don't get to see him enough to get as smart as him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; My Grandparents are funny; when they bend over you hear gas leak and they blame their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was sitting on a blanket at the beach. He had no arms and no legs. Three women were walking past and felt sorry for the poor man.&lt;br /&gt;The first woman said, 'Have you ever had a hug?'&lt;br /&gt;The man said, 'No,' so she gave him a hug and walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second woman said, 'Have you ever had a kiss?'&lt;br /&gt;The man said, 'No,' so she gave him a kiss and walked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third woman came to him and said, 'Have you ever been f**ked?'&lt;br /&gt;The man broke into a big smile and said, 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'You will be when the tide comes in.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attractive blonde from Dublin arrived at the casino and bet twenty thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice. She said, 'I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude.' With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, 'Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed 'YES, YES, I WON, I WON!' She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded. Finally, one of them asked, 'What did she roll?' The other answered, 'I don't know - I thought you were watching.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all Irish are stupid; not all blondes are dumb; but all men are men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Religion is Your Bra? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, 'I'd like to buy a bra for my wife.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What type of bra?' asked the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Type?' inquires the man, 'There's more than one type?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Look around,' said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable. 'Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved, the man asked about the types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saleslady replied: 'There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saleslady responded, 'It is all really quite simple. ... The Catholic type supports the masses; The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen; The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright; and The Baptist type makes mountains out of mole hills.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th grade science teacher, Mrs. Parks, asked her class, 'Which human body part increases to ten times its size when stimulated?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one answered until little Mary stood up and said, 'You should not be asking sixth-graders a question like that! I'm going to tell my parents, and they will go and tell the principal, who will then fire you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Parks ignored her and asked the question again, 'Which body part increases to 10 times its size when stimulated?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mary's mouth fell open. Then she said to those around her, 'Boy, is she going to get in big trouble!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher continued to ignore her and said to the class, 'Anybody?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Billy stood up, looked around nervously, and said, 'The body part that increases 10 times its size when stimulated is the pupil of the eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Parks said, 'Very good, Billy,' then turned to Mary and continued....&lt;br /&gt;'As for you, young lady, I have three things to say:&lt;br /&gt;One, you have a dirty mind.&lt;br /&gt;Two, you didn't read your homework.&lt;br /&gt;And three, one day you are going to be very, very disappointed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a call from a Charity asking me to donate some of my clothes to the starving people throughout the world. I told them to F**k off!! Anybody who fits into my clothes ain't starving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-1200485753240100491?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/1200485753240100491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=1200485753240100491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1200485753240100491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1200485753240100491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-beatrice-church-organist-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-828854123119451024</id><published>2009-09-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:11:37.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.mc904.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=watjades@tpg.com.au" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the Washington Post's Mensa Invitational which once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, Subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the winners:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Cashtration&lt;/strong&gt; (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Ignoranus&lt;/strong&gt;: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Intaxication&lt;/strong&gt;: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Reintarnation&lt;/strong&gt;: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Bozone&lt;/strong&gt; ( n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Foreploy&lt;/strong&gt;: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Giraffiti&lt;/strong&gt; : Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Sarchasm&lt;/strong&gt;: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Inoculatte&lt;/strong&gt;: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Osteopornosis&lt;/strong&gt;: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Karmageddon&lt;/strong&gt; : It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Decafalon&lt;/strong&gt; (n.): The gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Glibido&lt;/strong&gt;: All talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Dopeler Effect&lt;/strong&gt;: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Arachnoleptic Fit&lt;/strong&gt; (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Beelzebug&lt;/strong&gt; (n.) : Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Caterpallor&lt;/strong&gt; ( n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in&lt;br /&gt;which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the winners are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Coffee&lt;/strong&gt; , n. The person upon whom one coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Flabbergasted&lt;/strong&gt; , adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Abdicate&lt;/strong&gt; , v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt; , v. To attempt an explanation while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Willy-nilly&lt;/strong&gt; , adj. Impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Negligent&lt;/strong&gt; , adj. Absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Lymph&lt;/strong&gt; , v. To walk with a lisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Gargoyle&lt;/strong&gt; , n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Flatulence&lt;/strong&gt; , n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Balderdash &lt;/strong&gt;, n. A rapidly receding hairline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Testicle&lt;/strong&gt; , n.. A humorous question on an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Rectitude&lt;/strong&gt; , n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Pokemon&lt;/strong&gt; , n.. A Rastafarian proctologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Oyster&lt;/strong&gt; , n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Frisbeetarianism&lt;/strong&gt; , n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and&lt;br /&gt;gets stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Circumvent&lt;/strong&gt; , n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighty-eight-year-old millionaire married an eighteen-year-&lt;br /&gt;old country girl. He was quite content, but after a few weeks she&lt;br /&gt;told him that she was going to leave him if she didn't get some&lt;br /&gt;loving real soon. He had his chauffeured limousine take him to a&lt;br /&gt;high-priced specialist who studied him and then gave him a shot&lt;br /&gt;of spermatozoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now look," the doctor said, "the only way you're going&lt;br /&gt;to get it up is to say "beep," and then to get it soft again,&lt;br /&gt;you say, "beep, beep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How marvelous," the old man said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but I must warn you," the doctor said," it's only going&lt;br /&gt;to work three times before you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way home, the man decided he wasn't going to live through&lt;br /&gt;three of them anyway, so he decided to waste one trying it out.&lt;br /&gt;"Beep!" he said. Immediately he was UP.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied, he said, "beep, beep," and he was down again.&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled with delight and anticipation. At that moment, a little&lt;br /&gt;yellow Volkswagen pulled past his limousine and went "beep," and&lt;br /&gt;the car in the opposite lane responded with "beep beep." Alert to his jeopardy, the old man instructed his chauffeur to "speed it up." He raced into the house as fast as he could for his last great lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," he shouted at her, "don't ask questions. Just drop your&lt;br /&gt;clothes and hop into bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in his excitement, she did. He undressed nervously and&lt;br /&gt;hurried in after her. Just as he was climbing into bed,&lt;br /&gt;he said, "beep," and he was UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just starting to enter his young wife when&lt;br /&gt;she said, "What's all this "beep beep" shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have ye heard about the new pirate cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: It be the Apple iPatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man walks onto the stage of Stars in their Eyes, on crutches, with a plaster cast from his feet to his hips. Matthew Kelly introduces him as Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's very brave of you to come out here,' says Matthew. 'Please tell the audience what happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' replies Simon, 'about a year ago, I was driving with my uncle when we had a really bad accident. Unfortunately my uncle was killed outright but I survived. I was trapped in the car for six hours before I was eventually cut free. The doctors had me in surgery for 12 hours but they couldn't save my legs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's terrible. But I see you have legs now. Are they artificial? 'asks Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No Matthew, while I was in hospital the doctors informed me that my uncle had in fact died, but that his legs were fine and with all the advances in medical science, they could graft the bottom half of his body onto mine. As you can see the operation was successful. I have been having physiotherapy for six months and hope to be walking fully again by the end of the year.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge round of applause erupts from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly responds with: 'That's an unbelievable story. So tonight, who are you going to be?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tonight, Matthew, I am going to be Simon and Halfuncle'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-828854123119451024?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/828854123119451024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=828854123119451024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/828854123119451024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/828854123119451024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-is-washington-posts-mensa.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8302876906366938922</id><published>2009-09-16T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:28:49.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A UCLA Professor was giving a lecture on "Involuntary Muscular Contractions" to his first year medical students. Realizing that this was not the most riveting subject, the Professor decided to lighten the mood slightly. He pointed to a young woman in the front row and said, "Do you know what your asshole is doing while you're having an orgasm?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Probably deer hunting, fishing, golfing or on a consulting trip with his buddies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Five Affairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A married man was having an affair with his secretary. One day, their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon. Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep, awakening around 8:00 PM. As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt. Mystified, she nonetheless complied. He slipped into his shoes and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;"Where have you been?" demanded his wife when he entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having an affair with my secretary and we've been having sex all afternoon. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until eight o'clock."&lt;br /&gt;The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Second Affair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a middle-aged couple that had two stunningly beautiful teenage daughters. The couple decided to try one last time for the son they always wanted. After months of trying, the wife finally got pregnant and sure enough, delivered a healthy baby boy nine months later.&lt;br /&gt;The joyful father rushed into the nursery to see his new son. He took one look and was horrified to see the ugliest child he had ever seen. He went to his wife and told her there was no way he could be the fatherof that child. "Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered!" Then he gave her a stern look and asked, "Have you been fooling around on me?"&lt;br /&gt;The wife just smiled sweetly and said, "Not this time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Third Affair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mortician was working late one night. It was his job to examine the dead bodies before they were sent off to be buried or cremated. As he examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, who was about to be cremated, he made an amazing discovery. Schwartz had the longest private part he had ever seen!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mr. Schwartz", said the mortician, "but I can't send you off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this. It has to be saved for posterity."&lt;br /&gt;With that, the coroner used his tools to remove the dead man's schling. He stuffed his prize into a briefcase and took it home. The first person he showed it to was his wife."I have something to show you that you won't believe," he said, and opened up his briefcase.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!" the wife screamed, "Schwartz is dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fourth Affair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door. "Hurry," she said, "stand in the corner." Then she quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you to," she whispered. "Just pretend you're a statue."&lt;br /&gt;"What's this, honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, It's a statue," she replied nonchalantly. "The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us too."&lt;br /&gt;No more was said about the statue, not even later when they went to sleep. Around two in the morning, the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk. "Here," he said to the statue, "eat something. I stood like an idiot at the Smiths for three days and nobody offered me as much as a glass of water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fifth Affair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a night club one night. He goes up to the bar and asks for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly, Sir, that'll be 1 cent."&lt;br /&gt;"One Cent?", exclaimed the man, who then glances over at the menu and asks, "Could I have a nice juicy T-bone steak, with chips, peas and a fried egg?"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly Sir," replies the barman, "but that comes to real money."&lt;br /&gt;"How much money?" Inquires the man.&lt;br /&gt;"4 cents," the bartender replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Four Cents?", exclaimed the man. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied, "Upstairs, with my wife."&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "What's he doing upstairs with your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied, "The same thing as I'm doing to his business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve priests were about to be ordained. The final test was for them to line up in a straight row, totally nude,in a garden while a sexy, beautiful, big breasted, nude model danced before them. Each priest had a small bell attached to his weenie and they were told that anyone whose bell rang when she danced in front of them would not be ordained because he had not reached a state of spiritual purity. The beautiful model danced before the first candidate, with no reaction. She proceeded down the line with the same response from all the priests until she got to the final priest, Carlos. Poor Carlos. As she danced, his bell began to ring so loudly that it flew off, clattering across the ground and coming to rest in some nearby plant. Embarrassed, Carlos quickly scrambled to where the bell came to rest and bent over to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;All at once, eleven bells began to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Scotsman is drinking in an Inverness bar. He gets a call on his cell phone. He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear and orders a round of drinks for everybody in the bar because, he announces, his wife has just produced a typical Scottish baby boy weighing 25 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the Scotsman just shrugs, "That's about average up North. Like I said, my boy's a typical Scottish baby boy."&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations showered him from all around and many exclamations of "WOW!" and "Holy Sh*t!!" were heard. One woman actually fainted due to sympathy pains.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later the Scotsman returns to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;The barman says "Say, you're the father of that typical Scottish baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth, aren't you? Everybody's been making bets about how big he'd be in two weeks. We were going to call you... so how much does he weigh now?"&lt;br /&gt;The proud father answers, "Seventeen pounds."&lt;br /&gt;The barman is puzzled and concerned. "What happened? He weighed 25 pounds the day he was born."&lt;br /&gt;The Scottish father takes a slow swig from his Glenfiddich and wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, ...........&lt;br /&gt;"I had him circumcised".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS COMES FROM A ROMAN CATHOLIC ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEST. KIDS WERE ASKED QUESTIONS ABOUT THE OLD AND NEW TESTAMENTS. THE FOLLOWING STATEMENTS ABOUT THE BIBLE WERE WRITTEN BY CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE NOT BEEN RETOUCHED OR CORRECTED. INCORRECT SPELLING HAS BEEN LEFT IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE BIBLE, GUINESSIS, GOD GOT TIRED OF CREATING THE WORLD SO HE TOOK THE SABBATH OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAM AND EVE WERE CREATED FROM AN APPLE TREE. NOAH'S WIFE WAS JOAN OF ARK. NOAH BUILT AN ARK AND THE ANIMALS CAME ON IN PEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS WIFE WAS A PILLAR OF SALT DURING THE DAY, BUT A BALL OF FIRE DURING THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JEWS WERE A PROUD PEOPLE AND THROUGHOUT HISTORY THEY HAD TROUBLE WITH UNSYMPATHETIC GENITALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMPSON WAS A STRONGMAN WHO LET HIMSELF BE LED ASTRAY BY A JEZEBEL LIKE DELILAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMSON SLAYED THE PHILISTINES WITH THE AXE OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSES LED THE JEWS TO THE RED SEA WHERE THEY MADE UNLEAVENED BREAD WHICH IS BREAD WITHOUT ANY INGREDIENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EGYPTIANS WERE ALL DROWNED IN THE DESSERT. AFTERWARDS, MOSES WENT UP TO MOUNT CYANIDE TO GET THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST COMMANDMENT WAS WHEN EVE TOLD ADAM TO EAT THE APPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT IS THOU SHALT NOT ADMIT ADULTERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOSES DIED BEFORE HE EVER REACHED CANADA. THEN JOSHUA LED THE HEBREWS IN THE BATTLE OF GERITOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GREATEST MIRICLE IN THE BIBLE IS WHEN JOSHUA TOLD HIS SON TO STAND STILL AND HE OBEYED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID WAS A HEBREW KING WHO WAS SKILLED AT PLAYING THE LIAR. HE FOUGHT THE FINKELSTEINS, A RACE OF PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN BIBLICAL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLOMON, ONE OF DAVIDS SONS, HAD 300 WIVES AND 700 PORCUPINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN MARY HEARD SHE WAS THE MOTHER OF JESUS, SHE SANG THE MAGNA CARTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE THREE WISE GUYS FROM THE EAST SIDE ARRIVED THEY FOUND JESUS IN THE MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS WAS BORN BECAUSE MARY HAD AN IMMACULATE CONTRAPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. JOHN THE BLACKSMITH DUMPED WATER ON HIS HEAD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS ENUNCIATED THE GOLDEN RULE, WHICH SAYS TO DO UNTO OTHERS BEFORE THEY DO ONE TO YOU. HE ALSO EXPLAINED A MAN DOTH NOT LIVE BY SWEAT ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A MIRICLE WHEN JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD AND MANAGED TO GET THE TOMBSTONE OFF THE ENTRANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THE LORD WERE CALLED THE TWELVE DECIBELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EPISTELS WERE THE WIVES OF THE APOSTLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF THE OPPOSSUMS WAS ST. MATTHEW WHO WAS ALSO A TAXIMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST. PAUL CAVORTED TO CHRISTIANITY, HE PREACHED HOLY ACRIMONY WHICH IS ANOTHER NAME FOR MARRAIGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIANS HAVE ONLY ONE SPOUSE . THIS IS CALLED MONOTONY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Daily News comes this story of a Stockton-on-Tees couple who drove their car to Asda, only to have it break down in the car park. The husband told his wife to carry on with the shopping while he fixed the car. The wife returned later to see a small group of people standing around the car giggling. On closer inspection, she saw a pair of hairy legs protruding from under the chassis and unfortunately, although the man was wearing shorts, because of his lack of underpants, one of his testicles was hanging out and was glaringly on public view.&lt;br /&gt;Unable to stand the embarrassment, she dutifully stepped forward, quickly put her hand up his shorts, and tucked everything back into place. On regaining her feet, she looked across the bonnet and found herself staring at her husband who was standing idly by.&lt;br /&gt;The RAC mechanic, however, had to have three stitches in his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sunday church the local Vicar explains that he must move on to a larger congregation that will pay him more.&lt;br /&gt;There is a hush within the congregation. No one wants him to leave because he is so popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Smith, who owns several car dealerships in Southland and Otago, stands up and proclaims: 'If the Vicar stays, I will provide him with a new Holden every year and his wife with a Honda mini-van to transport their children!'&lt;br /&gt;The congregation sighs in appreciation and applauds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Brown, a successful entrepreneur and publican, stands and says, 'If the Vicar will stay on here, I'll personally double his salary and establish a foundation to guarantee private secondary school education of his children!'&lt;br /&gt;More sighs and loud applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes Jones, age 88, stands and announces with a smile, 'If the Vicar stays, I will give him sex.'&lt;br /&gt;There is total silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Preacher, blushing, asks: 'Mrs. Jones, you're a wonderful and holy lady, whatever possessed you to say that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes's 90-year old husband, Joe, is now trying to hide, holding his forehead within the palms of his hands and shaking his head from side to side, while his wife replies: 'Well, I just asked my husband how we could help, and he said, 'Fuck him'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8302876906366938922?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8302876906366938922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8302876906366938922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8302876906366938922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8302876906366938922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/09/ucla-professor-was-giving-lecture-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-4268157274366788310</id><published>2009-08-28T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:30:26.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, 'Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asks, 'What is it supposed to be when it's finished?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, 'According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says, 'First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes her hand and says, 'Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then .....' he said with a deep sigh, 'Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was standing in the kitchen preparing to boil eggs for breakfast, wearing only the 'T' shirt that she normally slept in.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked in almost awake, she turned and said softly,&lt;br /&gt;'You've got to make love to me this very moment.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes lit up and I thought, 'I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table. Afterwards she said, 'thanks,' and returned to the stove, her 'T' shirt still around her neck. A little puzzled, I asked, 'what was that all about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained, 'The egg timer's broken.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time lived a beautiful Queen with large breasts.&lt;br /&gt;Nick the Dragon Slayer obsessed over the Queen for this reason.&lt;br /&gt;He knew that the penalty for his desire would be death should he try to touch them, but he had to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Nick revealed his secret desire to his colleague, Horatio the Physician, the King's chief doctor. Horatio thought about this and said that he could arrange for Nick to more than satisfy his desire, but it would cost him 1000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause Nick readily agreed to the scheme. The next day, Horatio made a batch of itching powder and poured a little bit into the Queen's bra while she bathed. Soon after she dressed, the itching commenced and grew intense. Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address this incident, Horatio&lt;br /&gt;informed the King and Queen that only a special saliva, if applied for four hours, would cure this type of itch, and that tests had shown that only the saliva of Nick would work as the antidote to cure the itch. The King, eager to help his Queen, quickly summoned Nick to their chambers.&lt;br /&gt;Horatio then slipped Nick the antidote for the itching powder, which he put into his mouth, and for the next four hours, Nick worked passionately on the Queen's large and magnificent breasts. The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick left satisfied and hailed as a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning to his chamber, Nick found Horatio demanding his payment of 1,000 gold coins. With his obsession now satisfied, Nick couldn't have cared less and knowing that Horatio could&lt;br /&gt;never report this matter to the King, with a laugh told him to get lost. The next day, Horatio slipped a massive dose of the same itching powder into the King's underwear. The King immediately summoned Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story............Pay your bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is sitting in the bar in departures at a busy airport. A beautiful woman walks in and sits down at the table next to him. He concludes that because she's got a uniform on, she's probably an off-duty flight attendant. He decides to have a go at picking her up by identifying the airline she flies for, thereby, he trusts, greatly impressing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leans across to her and states the Delta Airlines motto: "We love to fly and it shows".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman looks at him blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits back and thinks of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leans forward again and this time delivers the Air France motto: "Winning the hearts of the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she just stares at him with a slightly puzzled look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeterred, he tries again, this third time quoting the Malaysian Airlines motto: "Going beyond expectations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman straightens herself up, looks at him sternly and demands:"What the f*#k do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahah!" The man says, sitting back with a knowing smile on his face. . . "Ryanair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-4268157274366788310?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/4268157274366788310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=4268157274366788310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4268157274366788310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4268157274366788310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/08/blonde-calls-her-boyfriend-and-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-2751617296978586271</id><published>2009-08-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:37:09.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An elderly couple was celebrating their sixtieth anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighbourhood after they retired. Holding hands, they walked back to their old school. It was not locked, so they entered and found the old desk they'd shared, where Andy had carved 'I love you, Sally.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their way back home a bag of money fell out of an armoured car, practically landing at their feet. Sally quickly picked it up and, not sure what to do with it, they took it home. There she counted the money-fifty thousand dollars!&lt;br /&gt;Andy said, 'We've got to give it back.'&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'Finders keepers.' She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, two RCMP officers were canvassing the neighbourhood looking for the money and knocked on their door. 'Pardon me, did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armoured car yesterday?'&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;Andy said, 'She's lying. She hid it up in the attic.&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'Don't believe him, he's getting senile'&lt;br /&gt;The agents turned to Andy and began to question him. One said: 'Tell us the story from the beginning.'&lt;br /&gt;Andy said, 'Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday .... '&lt;br /&gt;The first RCMP officer turned to his partner and said, 'We're outta here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was riding his Harley beside a Sydney beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice,The Lord said. 'Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to New Zealand so I can ride over anytime I want.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said; 'Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking, the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biker thought hard about it for a long time. Finally, he said,'Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand our wives. I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied;'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Minute Management Course:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds Bob hands her $800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'&lt;br /&gt;'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies..&lt;br /&gt;'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.&lt;br /&gt;The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.&lt;br /&gt;The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.&lt;br /&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 3: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.' Puff! He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'&lt;br /&gt;The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'&lt;br /&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull.&lt;br /&gt;'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'&lt;br /&gt;'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. 'They're packed with nutrients.'&lt;br /&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch . Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out!&lt;br /&gt;He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-2751617296978586271?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/2751617296978586271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=2751617296978586271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2751617296978586271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/2751617296978586271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/08/elderly-couple-was-celebrating-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-3158725199987917554</id><published>2009-08-13T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:55:00.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He said to me . . . I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . . . You wear pants don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me . . ..... Shall we try swapping positions tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him...... That's a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. ... What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . .....Turn sideways and look in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. ..... Why don't women blink during foreplay?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him .. . They don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. . How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him .. . We don't know; it has never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. . Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and Good- looking?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . . . They already have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me . .. . Why are married women heavier than single women?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . . . Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minister decided that a visual demonstration would  add emphasis to his Sunday  sermon.  Four worms were  placed into four separate jars.&lt;br /&gt;The first worm was put into a container of alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;The second worm was put into a container  of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;The third worm was put into a container of chocolate syrup.&lt;br /&gt;The fourth worm was put into a container of good clean  soil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the conclusion of the sermon, the Minister reported the following  results:&lt;br /&gt;The  first worm in alcohol - Dead.&lt;br /&gt;The  second worm in cigarette smoke  - Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Third  worm in chocolate syrup  - Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth worm in good clean soil -  Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Minister asked the congregation - "What did you learn from this demonstration?" Maxine, who was sitting in the back, quickly raised her hand and said, 'As long as you drink, smoke and eat chocolate, you won't have worms!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much ended the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Jet is a Western Canadian Airline with its head office situated in Calgary, Alberta . West Jet airline attendants make an effort to make the in-flight 'safety lecture' and announcements very entertaining in order to have the passengers focused on safety. There is no other Airline in the world quite like West Jet.  I have heard some of these myself. Here are some real examples though that have been heard and reported:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a West Jet flight, passengers were apparently having a hard time choosing a seat, when a flight attendant announced, 'People, people we're not picking out furniture here, find a seat and get in it!'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;On another West Jet Flight with a very 'senior' flight attendant crew, the pilot said, 'Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached cruising altitude and will be turning down the cabin lights. This is for your comfort and to enhance the appearance of your flight attendants.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;On landing, the stewardess said, 'Please be sure to take all of your belongings. If you're going to leave anything, please make sure it's something we'd like to have.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;'There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out of this airplane.'&lt;br /&gt; ------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you for flying West Jet Express. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;As the plane landed and was coming to a stop at the Vancouver Airport, a lone voice came over the loudspeaker: 'Whoa, big fella. WHOA!'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ----&lt;br /&gt;After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in Ontario, a flight attendant on a West Jet flight announced, 'Please take care when opening the overhead compartments because, after a landing like that, sure as hell everything has shifted.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;From a West Jet Airlines employee: 'Welcome aboard West Jet Flight 245 to  Calgary ... To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seat belt; and, if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised. '&lt;br /&gt;------------ ---------&lt;br /&gt;'In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, masks will descend from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small child travelling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you are travelling with more than one small child, pick your favourite.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;'Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but we'll try to have them fixed before we arrive. Thank you, and remember, nobody loves you, or your money, more than West Jet Airlines.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ---&lt;br /&gt;'Your seat cushions can be used for flotation; and in the event of an emergency water landing, please paddle to shore and take them with our compliments. '&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;'As you exit the plane, make sure to gather all of your belongings. Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants. Please do not leave children or spouses.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;And from the pilot during his welcome message: 'West Jet Airlines is pleased to announce that we have some of the best flight attendants in the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight!'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------&lt;br /&gt;Heard on West Jet Airlines just after a very hard landing in Edmonton: The flight attendant came on the intercom and said, 'That was quite a bump, and I know what y'all are thinking. I'm here to tell you it wasn't the airline's fault, it wasn't the pilot's fault, it wasn't the flight attendant's fault, it was the asphalt.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ---------&lt;br /&gt;Overheard on a West Jet Airlines flight into Regina, on a particularly windy and bumpy day: During the final approach, the Captain was really having to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the Flight Attendant said, 'Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Regina. Please remain in your seats with your seat belts fastened while the Captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate!'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ---------&lt;br /&gt;Another flight attendant's comment on a less than perfect landing: 'We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ ---------&lt;br /&gt;An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which required the first officer to stand at the door while the Passengers exited, smile, and give them a 'Thanks for flying our airline.' He said that, in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally everyone had gotten off except for a little old lady walking with a cane. She said, 'Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?'&lt;br /&gt;'Why, no, Ma'am,' said the pilot. 'What is it?'&lt;br /&gt;The little old lady said, 'Did we land, or were we shot down?'&lt;br /&gt;------------ -------&lt;br /&gt;After a real crusher of a landing in Halifax, the attendant came on with, 'Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the Crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we will open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: 'We'd like to thank you folks for flying with us today. And, the next time you get the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of West Jet Airways.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;Heard on a West Jet Airline flight. 'Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to smoke, the smoking section on this airplane is on the wing. If you can light 'em, you can smoke 'em.'&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --&lt;br /&gt;A plane was taking off from the  Winnipeg Airport. After it reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the intercom, 'Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome to Flight Number 293, nonstop from  Winnipeg  to Montreal. The weather ahead is good and, therefore, we should have a smooth and uneventful flight. Now sit back and relax.... OH, MY GOD!'&lt;br /&gt;Silence followed, and after a few minutes, the captain came back on the intercom and said, 'Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier. While I was talking to you, the flight attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee in my lap. You should see the front of my pants!' A passenger in Coach yelled, 'That's nothing. You should see the back of mine!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly Italian man, who lived on the outskirts of Cassino, Italy, went to the local church for confession.  When the priest slid open the panel in the Confessional, the man said:  'Father ... during World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighbourhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic.'&lt;br /&gt;The priest replied: 'Mario, that was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that.'&lt;br /&gt;'There is more to tell, Father...She started to repay me with sexual favours. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays.'&lt;br /&gt;The priest said, 'That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger, but two people under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven.'&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you, Father. That's a great load off my mind. I do have one more question.'&lt;br /&gt;'And what is that Mario?' asked the priest.&lt;br /&gt;'Should I tell her the war is over?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the pub yesterday when I suddenly realised that I needed to fart desperately.  The music was really, really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat.  After a couple of songs, I started to feel better.  I finished my pint and noticed that everybody was staring at me.Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the month of August, on the shores of the Black Sea. It is raining, and the little town looks totally deserted. It is tough times,everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit. Suddenly, a rich tourist comes to town. He enters the only hotel, lays a 100 Euro note on the reception counter, and goes to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one. The hotel proprietor takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the butcher. The Butcher takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the pig grower. The pig grower takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the supplier of his feed and fuel. The supplier of feed and fuel takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the town's prostitute that in these hard times, gave her 'services' on credit. The prostitute runs to the hotel, and pays off her debt with the 100 Euronote to the hotel proprietor to pay for the rooms that she rented when she brought her clients there. The hotel proprietor then lays the 100 Euro note back on the counter so that the rich tourist will not suspect anything. At that moment, the rich tourist comes down after inspecting the rooms, and takes his 100 Euro note, after saying that he did not like any of the rooms, and leaves town. No one earned anything. However, the whole town is now without debt, and looks to the future with a lot of optimism.&lt;br /&gt;And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the British Government is doing business today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles along for the company. One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch. The old poodle thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?'&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!'&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!'&lt;br /&gt;Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says, 'Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;2.   An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;br /&gt;3.   The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing that there could only be one passenger in your car? Think before you continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first. &lt;br /&gt;Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.  However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WON'T BELIEVE THIS...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. He simply answered: 'I would give the car keys to my old friend and let him take the old lady to the hospital.  I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget to 'Think Outside of the Box.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER...., the correct answer is to run the old lady over and put her out of her misery, have sex with the perfect partner on the hood of the car, then drive off with the old friend for a few beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I just love happy endings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-3158725199987917554?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/3158725199987917554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=3158725199987917554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3158725199987917554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3158725199987917554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-said-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8306806392588964124</id><published>2009-07-24T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:00:39.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember, it takes a college degree to fly a plane, but only a highschool diploma to fix one, a reassurance to those of us who fly routinely in our jobs. After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a 'gripe sheet,' which tells mechanics about  problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document  their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.  Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are  some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS Pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers. By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had  an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement &lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br /&gt;S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit&lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in cockpit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield&lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent&lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on  ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear&lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud&lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick&lt;br /&gt;S: That's what friction locks are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing&lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny&lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums&lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit&lt;br /&gt;S: Cat installed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best one for last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer&lt;br /&gt;S: Took hammer away from midget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago, Paddy married an attractive woman, Maggie, half his age, in a small coastal Irish community.&lt;br /&gt;After several months, Maggie complained that she had never climaxed during sex and according to her Grandmother all Irish women are entitled to a climax once in a while. So, to resolve the problem, they went to see the Veterinarian since there was no trustworthy doctor anywhere in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vet didn't have a clue, but he did recall how, during the hot summer, his mother and father would fan a cow (with a big towel) that was having difficulty breeding. This would cool her down and make her relax. So the Vet told them to hire a strong, virile young man to wave a big towel over them while they were having sex. This, the Vet said, would cause the young wife to cool down, relax, then climax. So the couple hired a strong young man from Dublin to wave that big towel over them as the Vet suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many efforts, Maggie still had not climaxed so they went back to the Vet. The Vet said for her to change partners and let the young man have sex with her while Paddy waved the big towel. They tried it that night and Maggie went into wild, screaming, ear-splitting climaxes, one right after the other for about two and a half hours. When it was over, Paddy looked down at the exhausted young man and in a boasting voice said:&lt;br /&gt;"And that, me auld son, is how ya wave a feckin' towel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man with a bald head and a wooden leg is invited to a fancy dress party.  He doesn't know what to wear to hide his head and his wooden leg, so he writes to a fancy dress company to explain his problem.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;A few days later he receives a parcel with a note:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;Please find enclosed a Pirate's outfit. The spotted handkerchief will cover your bald head and with your wooden leg you will be just right as a Pirate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man is offended that the outfit emphasizes his disability, so he writes a letter of complaint.  A week passes and he receives another parcel and note:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the previous parcel. Please find enclosed a monk's habit. The long robe will cover your wooden leg and with your bald head you will really look the part.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man is really incandescent with rage now, because the company has gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to drawing attention to his bald head.  So he writes a really strong letter of complaint.  A few days later he gets a very small parcel from the company with the accompanying letter:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;Please find enclosed a tin of Golden Syrup.&lt;br /&gt;We suggest you pour the tin of Golden Syrup over your bald head, stick your wooden leg up your arse and go as a toffee apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test only has one question, but it's a very important one. By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally.  The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision.  Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous.   Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SITUATION:  &lt;br /&gt;You are in England; York, to be specific.   There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding.  This is a flood of biblical proportions.   You are a photo-journalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster. The situation is nearly hopeless.  You're trying to shoot career-making photos.         &lt;br /&gt;There are houses and people swirling around you, some disappearing into the water.  Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TEST:  &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, you see a man in the water. He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer... Somehow, the man looks familiar... You suddenly realize who it is... It's Gordon Brown!  You notice that the raging waters are about to take him under forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two options: You can save the life of Gordon Brown or you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the country's most powerful men!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTION: &lt;br /&gt;Here's the question, and please give an honest answer......&lt;br /&gt;Would you select high contrast colour film, or would you go with the classic simplicity&lt;br /&gt;of black and white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8306806392588964124?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8306806392588964124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8306806392588964124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8306806392588964124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8306806392588964124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-it-takes-college-degree-to-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6121632596023222237</id><published>2009-07-17T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:43:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman is at home when she hears someone knock at the door.  She goes to the door and on opening it, she sees a man standing there.  He asks the lady 'Do you have a vagina?'  She slams the door in disgust... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning she hears a knock at the door, it is the same man, and he asks the same question of the woman, 'Do you have a vagina'.  She slams the door again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when her husband gets home she tells him what has happened for the last two days.  The husband tells his wife in a loving and concerned voice, 'Honey I am taking tomorrow off to be home just in case this guy shows up again'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning they hear a knock at the door and both run for the door.&lt;br /&gt;The husband says to the wife in a whispered voice, 'Honey, I'm going to hide behind the door and listen and if it is the same guy I want you to answer yes to the question because I want to see where he is going with it'.&lt;br /&gt;She nods yes to her husband and opens the door.  Sure enough the same fellow is standing there and asks the same question. 'Do you have a vagina'.......&lt;br /&gt;'Yes' she says......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replies 'Good! Would you mind telling your husband to leave my wife's alone and start using yours'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An  80-year-old man goes for a physical.  All of his tests come  back with normal results.  The doctor says, 'George, everything  looks great.  How are you doing mentally and emotionally? Are  you at peace with God?' &lt;br /&gt;George replies, 'God and I are  tight.  He knows I have poor eyesight, so he's fixed it so when  I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, poof! The light goes on. When I'm done, poof! The light goes  off.'&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, that's incredible,' the doctor says.&lt;br /&gt;A  little later in the day, the Doctor calls George's wife.  'Ethel,' he says, 'George is doing fine! But I had to call you  because I'm in awe of his relationship with God.  Is it true that he gets up during the night and poof! The light goes on  in the bathroom, and when he's done, poof! The light goes  off?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my God!' Ethel exclaims. 'He's pissinq in the  fridge  again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Downing StreetLondon  SW1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear People of the United Kingdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the current financial situation caused by the slowdown of the economy, your Government has decided to implement a scheme to put workers 50 years of age and older on early retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scheme will be known as RAPE (Retire Aged People Early).  Persons selected to be RAPED can apply to the government to be eligible for the SHAFT scheme (Special Help After Forced Termination).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persons who have been RAPED and SHAFTED will be reviewed under the SCREW programme (Scheme Covering Retired Early Workers).  A person may be RAPED once, SHAFTED twice and SCREWED as many times as the government deems appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only persons who have been RAPED can get AIDS (Additional Income for Dependants &amp;amp; Spouse) or HERPES (Half Earnings for Retired Personnel Early Severance).  Obviously, persons who have AIDS or HERPES will not be SHAFTED or SCREWED any further by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persons who are not RAPED and are staying on, will receive as much SHIT (Special High Intensity Training) as possible.  The government has always prided itself in the amount of SHIT it gives out.   Should you feel that you do not receive enough SHIT, please bring this to the attention of your local MP.  They have been trained to give you all the SHIT you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;One day a florist goes to a barber for a haircut.  After the cut he asked about his bill and the barber replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.'&lt;br /&gt;The florist was pleased and left the shop. When the barber goes to open his shop the next morning there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you.  I'm doing community service this week.' The cop is happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber goes to open up there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, a college professor comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The professor is very happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber opens his shop, there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen different books, such as 'How to Improve Your Business' and 'Becoming More Successful.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a Member of Parliament comes in for a haircut , and when he goes to pay his bill the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The Member of Parliament is very happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber goes to open up, there are a dozen Members of Parliament lined up waiting for a free haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6121632596023222237?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6121632596023222237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6121632596023222237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6121632596023222237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6121632596023222237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/07/woman-is-at-home-when-she-hears-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8395573533531060384</id><published>2009-07-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:02:21.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her young son playing with his new electric train set in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son saying, 'All of You B*****ds who want off, get the f**k off now, cause we're in a hurry! And all of you B*****ds who are getting on, get the f**k on, cause we're going down the tracks'.&lt;br /&gt;The horrified mother went in and told her son, 'We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.'&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, 'All passengers who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for travelling with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one.' She hears the little boy continue, 'For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us Today.'&lt;br /&gt;As the mother began to smile, the child added.......... 'For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the fat bitch in the kitchen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bloke's wife goes missing while diving off the West Australian coast. He reports the event, searches fruitlessly and spends a terrible night wondering what could have happened to her. Next morning there's a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.&lt;br /&gt;The Sarge says, 'Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news'.&lt;br /&gt;'Well,' says the bloke, 'I guess I'd better have the bad news first.'&lt;br /&gt;The Sarge says, 'I'm really sorry mate, but your wife is dead. Young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef. He got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.'&lt;br /&gt;The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a turn. But after a few minutes he pulls himself together and asks what the good news is.&lt;br /&gt;The Sarge says, 'Well when we got your wife up there were quite a few really good sized crays and a swag of nice crabs attached to her, so we've brought you your share.'&lt;br /&gt;He hands the bloke a sugar bag with a couple of nice crays and four or five crabs in it.&lt;br /&gt;'Geez thanks. They're bloody beauties. I guess it's an ill wind and all that... so what's the other possible good news?'&lt;br /&gt;'Well', the Sarge says, 'if you fancy a quick trip, me and young Bill here get off duty at around 11 o'clock and we're gonna shoot over there and pull her up again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.mc904.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=watjades@tpg.com.au" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Washington Post's Mensa Invitational which once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, Subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the winners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bozone ( n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Giraffiti : Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Inoculatte : To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Osteopornosis : A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Karmageddon : It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Decafalon (n.): The gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Glibido : All talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Beelzebug (n.) : Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Caterpallor ( n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are questions and answers given on TV &amp;amp; Radio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITY CHALLENGE (BBC2)&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Paxman: What is another name for 'cherrypickers' and 'cheesemongers'?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Paxman: No. They're regiments in the British Army who will be very upset with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEG, BORROW OR STEAL (BBC2)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Theakston: Where do you think Cambridge University is?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Geography isn't my strong point.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Theakston: There's a clue in the title.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Leicester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC NORFOLK&lt;br /&gt;Stewart White: Who had a worldwide hit with What A Wonderful World?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart White: I'll give you some clues: what do you call the part between your hand and your elbow?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Arm&lt;br /&gt;Stewart White: Correct - and if you're not weak, you're...?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Strong.&lt;br /&gt;Stewart White: Correct - and what was Lord Mountbatten's first name?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Louis&lt;br /&gt;Stewart White: Well, there we are then. So who had a worldwide hit with the song What A Wonderful World?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Frank Sinatra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE SHOW (BBC MIDLANDS )&lt;br /&gt;Alex Trelinski: What is the capital of Italy ?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: France .&lt;br /&gt;Trelinski: France is another country. Try again.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Oh, um, Benidorm.&lt;br /&gt;Trelinski: Wrong, sorry, let's try another question. In which country is the Parthenon? Contestant: Sorry, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Trelinski: Just guess a country then.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Paris .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEAKEST LINK (BBC2)&lt;br /&gt;Anne Robinson: Oscar Wilde, Adolf Hitler and Jeffrey Archer have all written books about their experiences in what: - Prison, or the Conservative Party?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: The Conservative Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEACON RADIO ( WOLVERHAMPTON )&lt;br /&gt;DJ Mark: For 10, what is the nationality of the Pope?&lt;br /&gt;Ruth from Rowley Regis: I think I know that one. Is it Jewish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITY CHALLENGE&lt;br /&gt;Bamber Gascoyne: What was Gandhi's first name?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Goosey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWR FM ( Bristol )&lt;br /&gt;Presenter: What happened in Dallas on November 22, 1963 ?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: I don't know, I wasn't watching it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHIL WOOD SHOW (BBC RADIO MANCHESTER )&lt;br /&gt;Phil: What's 11 squared?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Phil: I'll give you a clue. It's two ones with a two in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Is it five?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD AND JUDY&lt;br /&gt;Richard: Which American actor is married to Nicole Kidman?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Forrest Gump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD AND JUDY&lt;br /&gt;Richard: On which street did Sherlock Holmes live?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Er. .. ...&lt;br /&gt;Richard: He makes bread . . .&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Er . ....&lt;br /&gt;Richard: He makes cakes . . .&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Kipling Street ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINCS FM PHONE-IN&lt;br /&gt;Presenter: Which is the largest Spanish-speaking country in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Barcelona .&lt;br /&gt;Presenter: I was really after the name of a country.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: I'm sorry, I don't know the names of any countries in Spain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL LOTTERY (BBC1)&lt;br /&gt;Question: What is the world's largest continent?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: The Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK FM ( PRESTON )&lt;br /&gt;Presenter: Name a film starring Bob Hoskins that is also the name of a famous painting by Leonardo da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Who Framed Roger Rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIGGEST GAME IN TOWN (ITV)&lt;br /&gt;Steve Le Fevre: What was signed, to bring World War I to an end in 1918?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Magna Carta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES O'BRIEN SHOW (LBC)&lt;br /&gt;James O'Brien: How many kings of England have been called Henry? =&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Er, well, I know there was a Henry the Eighth ... ER. ER ... Three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS SEARLE SHOW (BBC RADIO BRISTOL )&lt;br /&gt;Chris Searle: In which European country is Mount Etna?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Japan .&lt;br /&gt;Chris Searle: I did say which European country, so in case you didn't hear that, I can let you try again.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Er ...... Mexico ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL WAPPAT (BBC RADIO NEWCASTLE )&lt;br /&gt;Paul Wappat: How long did the Six-Day War between Egypt and Israel last?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant (long pause): Fourteen days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARYL DENHAM'S DRIVETIME (VIRGIN RADIO)&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Denham: In which country would you spend shekels?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Holland ?&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Denham: Try the next letter of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Iceland ? Ireland ?&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Denham: (helpfully) It's a bad line. Did you say Israel ?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHIL WOOD SHOW (BBC GMR)&lt;br /&gt;Phil Wood: What 'K' could be described as the Islamic Bible?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Er. ... ..&lt;br /&gt;Phil Wood: It's got two syllables . . . Kor . .&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Blimey?&lt;br /&gt;Phil Wood: Ha ha ha ha, no. The past participle of run . . ..&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;Phil Wood: OK, try it another way. Today I run, yesterday I . .. .&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Walked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VAULT&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Sykes: What is the name given to the condition where the sufferer can fall asleep at any time?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCHTIME SHOW (BRMB)&lt;br /&gt;Presenter: What religion was Guy Fawkes?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;Presenter: That's close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE WRIGHT IN THE AFTERNOON (BBC RADIO 2)&lt;br /&gt;Wright: Johnny Weissmuller died on this day. Which jungle-swinging character clad only in a loin cloth did he play?&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story, proving how fascinating the mind of a six year old is.&lt;br /&gt;They think so logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the building materials for his home.&lt;br /&gt;She read. 'And so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said: 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?'&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused, then asked the class: 'And what do you think the man said?'&lt;br /&gt;One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly ...'I think the man would have said - 'Well, I'll be fucked!! A talking pig!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actual exchanges between pilots and control towers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWA 2341: "Center, we are at 35,000 feet. How much noise can we make up here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long take off queue: "I'm f...ing bored!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f...ing bored, not f...ing stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Hare Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, Eastbound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this..I've got the little Fokker in sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar, ATC asked, "What was your last known position?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able. If you are not able, take the Guadeloupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pan Am 727 flight, waiting for start clearance in Munich, overheard the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact Departure on frequency 124.7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eatern 702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way, after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on&lt;br /&gt;frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BR Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we&lt;br /&gt;copied Eastern... we've already notified our caterers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied&lt;br /&gt;back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt, Speedbird 206! clear of active runway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedbird 206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark, -- and I didn't land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taxiing at London's Gatwick Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for&lt;br /&gt;Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going? I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tellyou! You got that, US Air 2771?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded. Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.&lt;br /&gt;And the winners are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coffee , n. The person upon whom one coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flabbergasted , adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Abdicate , v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Esplanade , v. To attempt an explanation while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Willy-nilly , adj. Impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Negligent , adj. Absentmindedly answering the door when wearing only a nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lymph , v. To walk with a lisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Gargoyle , n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Flatulence , n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run over by a steamroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Balderdash , n. A rapidly receding hairline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Testicle , n.. A humorous question on an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Rectitude , n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pokemon , n.. A Rastafarian proctologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Oyster , n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Frisbeetarianism , n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Circumvent , n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8395573533531060384?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8395573533531060384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8395573533531060384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8395573533531060384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8395573533531060384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/07/mother-was-working-in-kitchen-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8759061259149807844</id><published>2009-06-08T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:44:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult four hour, surgical procedure. A young student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse', he mumbles, from behind the mask 'Are my testicles black?'&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the young nurse replies 'I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet.'&lt;br /&gt;He struggles to ask again, 'Nurse, are my testicles black?'&lt;br /&gt;Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other, lifting and moving them around. Then, she takes a close look and says, 'There's nothing wrong with them, Sir!!'&lt;br /&gt;The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, 'Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but listen very, very closely......A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once an aspiring veterinarian who put himself through veterinary school working nights as a taxidermist. Upon graduation, he decided he could combine his two vocations to betterserve the needs of his patients and their owners, while doubling his practice and, therefore, his income.&lt;br /&gt;He opened his own offices with a shingle on the door saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Jones,Veterinary Medicine and Taxidermy -- Either way, you get your dog back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of the afterlife. Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife. After a long life, the husband was the first to go, and true to his word he made contact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mary. Mary."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that you, Fred?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I've come back like we agreed."&lt;br /&gt;"What's it like?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex, I have breakfast, off to the golf course, I have sex, I bathe in the sun, and then I have sex twice. I have lunch, another romp around the golf course, then sex pretty much all afternoon. After supper, golf course again. Then have sex until late at night. The next day it starts again."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Fred you surely must be in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;"Not exactly, I'm a rabbit in Suffolk ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1986, Mkele Mbembe was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University. On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Mbembe approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Mbembe worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Mbembe stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Mbembe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. Twenty years later, Mbembe was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Mbembe and his son Tapu were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Mbembe, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man. Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mbembe couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. Mbembe summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Mbembe's legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Probably wasn't the same elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8759061259149807844?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8759061259149807844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8759061259149807844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8759061259149807844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8759061259149807844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/06/male-patient-is-lying-in-bed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-1233859508648261550</id><published>2009-05-22T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:47:37.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know if this is just a sick coincidence but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Chinese year of the Chicken - Bird Flu Pandemic devastates parts of Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Chinese year of the Horse - Equine Influenza decimates Australian racing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Chinese year of the Pig - Swine Flu Pandemic kills hundreds of pigs around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse.........next year......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 - Chinese year of the Cock - what could possibly go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my bank today.  There was a short line with just one lady in front of me, an Asian lady who was trying to exchange yen for dollars.&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious she was a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;She asked the teller, 'Why it change? Yesterday, I get two hunat dolla fo yen. Today I only get hunat eighty? Why it change?'&lt;br /&gt;The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, 'Fluctuations.'&lt;br /&gt;The Asian lady says, 'Fluc you white people too!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They're Back! Those wonderful Church Bulletins! Thank God for church ladies with typewriters. These sentences (with all the BLOOPERS) actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced in church services:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fasting &amp;amp; Prayer Conference includes meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon this morning: 'Jesus Walks on the Water.'  The sermon tonight: 'Searching for Jesus.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember in prayer the many who are sick in our community.  Smile at someone who is hard to love.  Say 'Hell' to someone who doesn't care much about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let worry kill you off - let the Church help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Charlene Mason sang 'I will not pass this way again,' giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir.  They need all the help they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church.  So ends a friendship that began in their school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall.  Music will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be 'What Is Hell?'  Come early and listen to our choir practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- ----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled.  Proceeds will be used to cripple children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church will host an evening of fine dining, super entertainment and gracious hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potluck supper Sunday at 5pm - prayer and medication to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind.  They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening at 7pm there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church.  Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Bible Study will be held Thursday morning at 10am .  All ladies are invited to lunch in the Fellowship Hall after the B.S. is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the Congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7pm .  Please use the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- -------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7pm.  The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight Watchers will meet at 7pm at the First Presbyterian Church.  Please use large double door at the side entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new campaign slogan last Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;'I Upped My Pledge - Up Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;PETER KAY'S UNIVERSAL TRUTHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triangular sandwiches taste better than square ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every party there is always a girl crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharpening a pencil with a knife makes you feel really manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never quite sure whether it's against the law or not to have a fire in your back garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever dares make cup-a-soup in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always feel a bit scared when stroking horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smaller the monkey the more it looks like it would kill you at the first given opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its impossible to look cool whilst picking up a Frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old ladies can eat more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't respect a man who carries a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite constant warnings when you're a kid, you have never met anybody who has had their arm broken by a swan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've turned into your dad the day you put aside a thin piece of wood specifically to stir paint with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-1233859508648261550?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/1233859508648261550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=1233859508648261550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1233859508648261550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1233859508648261550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-know-if-this-is-just-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-4125087788286352900</id><published>2009-05-16T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:50:26.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paddy &amp;amp; Mick go to London to donate sperm. It was a disaster! &lt;br /&gt;Paddy missed the tube &amp;amp; Mick came on the bus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO OLD MEN DECIDE THEY ARE CLOSE TO THEIR LAST DAYS AND DECIDE TO HAVE A LAST NIGHT ON THE TOWN.AFTER A FEW DRINKS, THEY END UP AT THE LOCAL BROTHEL.&lt;br /&gt;THE MADAM TAKES ONE LOOK AT THE TWO OLD GEEZERS AND WHISPERS TO HER MANAGER, 'GO UP TO THE FIRST TWO BEDROOMS AND PUT AN INFLATED DOLL IN EACH BED. THESE TWO ARE SO OLD AND DRUNK, I'M NOT WASTING TWO OF MY GIRLS ON THEM. THEY WON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE.'&lt;br /&gt;THE MANAGER DOES AS HE IS TOLD AND THE TWO OLD MEN GO UPSTAIRS AND TAKE CARE OF THEIR BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;AS THEY ARE WALKING HOME THE FIRST MAN SAYS, 'YOU KNOW, I THINK MY GIRL WAS DEAD!'&lt;br /&gt;'DEAD?' SAYS HIS FRIEND, 'WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?'&lt;br /&gt;'WELL, SHE NEVER MOVED OR MADE A SOUND ALL THE TIME I WAS LOVING HER.'&lt;br /&gt;HIS FRIEND SAYS, 'COULD BE WORSE I THINK MINE WAS A WITCH.'&lt;br /&gt;'A WITCH?  WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?'&lt;br /&gt;'WELL, I WAS MAKING LOVE TO HER, KISSING HER ON THE NECK AND I GAVE HER A LITTLE BITE. THEN SHE FARTED AND FLEW OUT THE WINDOW, TAKING MY TEETH WITH HER.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Aussie refuse collector is going along a street picking up the wheelie bins and emptying them into his dustcart.  He goes to one house where the bin hasn't been left out, so he has a quick look for it, goes round the back of the house, but still can't see it.  So, against the rules, but in the spirit of kindness, he knocks on the door. There's no answer. Being a kindly and conscientious bloke, he knocks again - much harder.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually a Japanese bloke comes to the door. 'Harro!' says the Japanese chappie.&lt;br /&gt;'Gidday, mate! Where's ya bin?' asks the collector.&lt;br /&gt;'I bin on toiret' explains the Japanese bloke, a bit perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing the little foreign fellow had misunderstood him, the bin man smiles and tries again. 'No mate, where's your dust bin?'.&lt;br /&gt;'I dust been to toiret, I toll you!'' says the Japanese man - still perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;'Listen,' says the collector. 'You're misunderstanding me. Where's your wheelie bin?'&lt;br /&gt;'Ok. Ok ' replies the Japanese man with a sheepish grin. ' I wheelie bin havin sex wiffa wife's sistah........!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Kay One Liners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can't get my wife to go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some decorating, so I got out my step-ladder. I don't get on with my real ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a restaurant that serves 'breakfast at any time'. So I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cement mixer collided with a prison van on the Kingston Bypass. Motorists are asked to be on the lookout for 16 hardened criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was bullied at school, called all kinds of different names. But one day I turned to my bullies and said 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me', and it worked! From there on it was sticks and stones all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad used to say 'always fight fire with fire', which is probably why he got thrown out of the fire brigade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw six men kicking and punching the mother-in-law. My neighbour said 'Aren't you going to help?' I said 'No, six should be enough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we aren't supposed to eat animals, then why are they made out of meat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think animal testing is a terrible idea; they get all nervous and give the wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are wonderful people as long as they stay away from things they don't understand, such as working for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-4125087788286352900?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/4125087788286352900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=4125087788286352900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4125087788286352900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4125087788286352900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/05/paddy-mick-go-to-london-to-donate-sperm.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8483119371204912888</id><published>2009-05-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:42:39.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult four hour, surgical procedure when a young student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse', he mumbles, from behind the mask 'Are my testicles black?'&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the young nurse replies 'I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet.'&lt;br /&gt;He struggles to ask again, 'Nurse, are my testicles black?'&lt;br /&gt;Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other, lifting and moving them around. Then, she takes a close look and says, 'There's nothing wrong with them, Sir!!'&lt;br /&gt;The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, 'Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but listen very, very closely......A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once an aspiring veterinarian who put himself through veterinary school working nights as a taxidermist. Upon graduation, he decided he could combine his two vocations to better serve the needs of his patients and their owners, while doubling his practice and, therefore, his income. He opened his own offices with a shingle on the door saying:&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Jones,Veterinary Medicine and Taxidermy -- Either way, you get your dog back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of the afterlife. Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife. After a long life, the husband was the first to go, and true to his word he made contact, "Mary. Mary."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that you, Fred?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I've come back like we agreed."&lt;br /&gt;"What's it like?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex, I have breakfast, off to the golf course, I have sex, I bathe in the sun, and then I have sex twice. I have lunch, another romp around the golf course, then sex pretty much all afternoon. After supper, golf course again. Then have sex until late at night. The next day it starts again."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Fred you surely must be in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;"Not exactly, I'm a rabbit in Suffolk ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1986, Mkele Mbembe was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University. On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Mbembe approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Mbembe worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Mbembe stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Mbembe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day. Twenty years later, Mbembe was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenage son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Mbembe and his son Tapu were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Mbembe, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man. Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mbembe couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant. Mbembe summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Mbembe's legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;Probably wasn't the same elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8483119371204912888?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8483119371204912888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8483119371204912888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8483119371204912888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8483119371204912888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/05/male-patient-is-lying-in-bed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-1545835355958243673</id><published>2009-05-08T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T04:58:11.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Irishman walks into the local Job Centre ranting and raving, "Ive been calling 08001730 for the last two days, why the hell don't your answer your bloody telephone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist said " I'm very sorry sir, but did you get that number from our front window ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes " the Irishman replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, thought so," said the Receptionist, "you've been trying to phone our opening times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful news!&lt;br /&gt;I've found a prostitute who charges by the inch. I can't afford her but thought it might be a cheap night for Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is proof that a man's best friend is his dog.&lt;br /&gt;Lock the wife and the dog in the boot of the car for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Then open the boot and see who's pleased to see you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Gypsies arrived at Heaven's Gates.&lt;br /&gt;St Peter said "We only have room for 12 of you, so go away and decide who's coming in."&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later St Peter said to God "They've gone."&lt;br /&gt;God said "What, all 40 of them ?"&lt;br /&gt;"No" replied St Peter, "both the gates"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy crying in the middle of Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;A man walked up to him and asked "are you lost?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy replied "Yes I've lost my Mum"&lt;br /&gt;The man say's "What's your Mum Like"&lt;br /&gt;The boy replies "Big cocks and Bacardi Breezers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny and Granddad sitting at the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;Granny say's "Do you know my nipples are as hot for you now as they were 50 years ago"&lt;br /&gt;Granddad say's "Of course they are, one's in your coffee and the other's in your porridge".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ventriloquist doing his act started telling lots of "Blonde" jokes. After a while a blonde lady stood up and shouted, "I've had enough of this shit, you blokes are always calling us blondes stupid ! I demand a bit more respect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ventriloquist was very embarrassed by this outburst and said "sorry love, its only a joke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up" she interrupted, "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to the gobby little twat sat on your knee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who also get frustrated by the lack of technical support on old models, or who are thinking of trading up to the latest gadget, I thought you might appreciate the following ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tech Support,&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend to Husband and noticed a distinct slowdown in overall system performance -- particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance and Personal Attention and then installed undesirable programs such as Rugby, Football, Sailing and Continuous TV. Conversation no longer runs, and House Cleaning simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Desperate,&lt;br /&gt;First, keep in mind Boyfriend is an Entertainment Package, while Husband is an Operating System. Please enter the command: 'http: I Thought You Loved Me.html' and try to download Tears.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to install the Guilt update. If that application works as designed, Husband should then automatically run the applications Jewellery and Flowers. But remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband to default to Grumpy Silence, Garden Shed or Beer. Beer is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta. Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources).&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband. In summary, Husband is a great system, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. It also tends to work better running one task at a time.&lt;br /&gt;You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend Food and Hot Lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck,&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was entertainment night at the old people's home. Claude the hypnotist exclaimed: "I'm here to put you into a trance; I intend to hypnotize each and every member of the audience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement was almost electric as Claude withdrew a beautiful antique pocket watch from his coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you each to keep your eye on this antique watch. It's a very special watch. It's been in my family for six generations".He began to swing the watch gently back and forth while quietly chanting,"Watch the watch, watch the watch, and watch the watch..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface. Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch, until, suddenly, it slipped from the hypnotist's finger and fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT" said the Hypnotist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took three days to clean up the old people's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus and Murphy fancied a pint or two but didn't have a lot of money. Between them, they could only raise the staggering sum of one Euro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy said 'Hang on, I have an idea. He went next door to the butcher's shop and came out with one large sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamus said 'Are you crazy? Now we don't have any money left at all!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy replied, 'Don't worry - just follow me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went into the pub where he immediately ordered two pints of Guinness and two glasses of Jamieson Whisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus said 'Now you've lost it. Do you know how much trouble we will be in? We haven't got any money!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy replied, with a smile. 'Don't worry, I have a plan. Cheers!' They downed their drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy said, 'OK, I'll stick the sausage through my zipper and you go on your knees and put it in your mouth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman noticed them, went berserk and threw them out.&lt;br /&gt;They continued this, pub after pub, getting more and more drunk, all for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tenth pub, Seamus said 'Murphy - I don't think I can do any more of this. I'm drunk and me knees are killing me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy said, 'How do you think I feel? I can't even remember which pub I lost the sausage in.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-1545835355958243673?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/1545835355958243673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=1545835355958243673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1545835355958243673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1545835355958243673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/05/irishman-walks-into-local-job-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6832534564068871790</id><published>2009-05-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:01:13.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 2 dogs &amp;amp; I was buying a large bag of Winalot in Tesco and was standing in the queue at the till. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting The Winalot Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital lasttime, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and the way that it works is to load your trouser pockets with Winalot nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry &amp;amp; that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention here that practically everyone in the queue was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned. I told her no, it was because I'd been sitting in the road licking my balls and a car hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cow..........why else would I buy dog food??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, 'Adam, I Want you to do Something for Me..'&lt;br /&gt;Adam said, 'Gladly, Lord, what do You Want me to do?'&lt;br /&gt;God said, 'Go down Into that valley.'&lt;br /&gt;Adam said, 'What's a Valley?'&lt;br /&gt;God explained it to Him. Then God said, 'Cross the river.'&lt;br /&gt;Adam said, 'What's a River?'&lt;br /&gt;God explained that to him, and then said, 'Go over to the hill....'&lt;br /&gt;Adam said, 'What is a Hill?'&lt;br /&gt;So, God explained to Adam what a hill was. He told Adam, 'On The other side of the Hill you will find a Cave.'&lt;br /&gt;Adam said, 'What's a Cave?'&lt;br /&gt;After God explained, He said, 'In the cave You will find a woman.'&lt;br /&gt;Adam said, 'What's a Woman?'&lt;br /&gt;So God explained That to him, too. Then, God said, 'I Want you to Procreate.'&lt;br /&gt;Adam said, 'How do I do that?'&lt;br /&gt;God first said (under His breath), 'Geez.....' And then, just like everything else, God explained that to Adam, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Adam goes down into the valley, across the river, and over the hill, into the Cave,&lt;br /&gt;and finds the Woman. Then, in about five Minutes, he was back.&lt;br /&gt;God, His patience Wearing thin, said Angrily, 'What is it Now?'&lt;br /&gt;And Adam said.... * * **&lt;br /&gt;'What's a headache?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An award should go to the Virgin Airlines desk attendant in Sydney some months ago for being smart and funny, while making her point, when confronted with a passenger who probably deserved to fly as cargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowded Virgin flight was cancelled after Virgin's 767s had been withdrawn from service. A single attendant was rebooking a long line of inconvenienced travellers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk.&lt;br /&gt;He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, 'I HAVE to be on this flight and it HAS to be FIRST CLASS'.&lt;br /&gt;The attendant replied, 'I'm sorry, sir. I'll be happy to try to help you, but I've got to help these people first, and I'm sure we'll be able to work something out..'&lt;br /&gt;The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, 'DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?'&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitating, the attendant smiled and grabbed her public address microphone: 'May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please,' she began - her voice heard clearly throughout the terminal.'We have a passenger here at Desk 14 WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to Desk 14.'&lt;br /&gt;With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the Virgin attendant, gritted his teeth and said, 'F... You!'&lt;br /&gt;Without flinching, she smiled and said, 'I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to get in line for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning God covered the earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, with green, yellow and red vegetables of all kinds so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.&lt;br /&gt;Then using God's bountiful gifts, Satan created Dairy Ice Cream andMagnums. And Satan said, 'You want hot fudge with that? And Man said,'Yes!' And Woman said, 'I'll have one too with chocolate chips'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo they gained 10 pounds. And God created the healthy yoghurt that woman might keep the figure that man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 12 to size 14.&lt;br /&gt;So God said, 'Try my fresh green salad'. And Satan presented Blue Cheese dressing and garlic croutons on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.&lt;br /&gt;God then said 'I have sent you healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them'.&lt;br /&gt;And Satan brought forth deep fried coconut king prawns, butter-dipped lobster chunks and chicken fried steak, so big it needed its own platter, and Man's cholesterol went through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God brought forth the potato; naturally low in fat and brimmingwith potassium and good nutrition. Then Satan peeled off the healthy skin and sliced the starchy centre into chips and deep-fried them in animal fats adding copious quantities of salt. And Man put on more pounds. God then brought forth running shoes so that his Children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan came forth with a cable TV with remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering light and started wearing stretch jogging suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonalds and the 99p double cheeseburger. Then Satan said 'You want fries with that?' and Man replied, 'Yes, and super size 'em'. And Satan said, 'It is good.' And Man and Woman went into cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;God sighed ......... and created quadruple by-pass surgery. And then ............ Satan chuckled and created the National Health Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINAL WORD ON NUTRITION:&lt;br /&gt;After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here's the final word on nutrition and health.:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat (including Pork!!) and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewerheart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;5. Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than us.&lt;br /&gt;6. The French eat foie-gras, full fat cheese and drink red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION:&lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6832534564068871790?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6832534564068871790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6832534564068871790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6832534564068871790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6832534564068871790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-2-dogs-i-was-buying-large-bag-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-1722370326553343639</id><published>2009-04-16T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:27:41.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE PLANE IS ON ITS WAY TO HOUSTON WHEN A BLONDE IN ECONOMY CLASS GETS UP AND MOVES TO THE FIRST CLASS SECTION AND SITS DOWN. THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT WATCHES HER DO THIS AND ASKS TO SEE HER TICKET. SHE THEN TELLS THE BLONDE THAT SHE PAID FOR ECONOMY CLASS AND THAT SHE WILL HAVE TO SIT IN THE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;THE BLONDE REPLIES, "I'M BLOND, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'M GOING TO HOUSTON AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE."&lt;br /&gt;THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT GOES INTO THE COCKPIT AND TELLS THE PILOT AND THE CO-PILOT THAT THERE IS A BLONDE SITTING IN FIRST CLASS THAT BELONGS IN ECONOMY AND WON'T MOVE BACK TO HER SEAT. THE CO-PILOT GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND TRIES TO EXPLAIN THAT BECAUSE SHE ONLY PAID FOR ECONOMY SHE WILL HAVE TO LEAVE AND RETURN TO HER SEAT.&lt;br /&gt;THE BLONDE REPLIES, "I'M BLONDE, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'M GOING TO HOUSTON AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE."&lt;br /&gt;THE CO-PILOT TELLS THE PILOT THAT HE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE THE POLICE WAITING WHEN THEY LAND TO ARREST THIS BLONDE WOMAN WHO WON'T LISTEN TO REASON.&lt;br /&gt;THE PILOT SAYS, "YOU SAY SHE IS A BLONDE? I'LL HANDLE THIS. I'M MARRIED TO A BLONDE. I SPEAK BLONDE."&lt;br /&gt;HE GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND WHISPERS IN HER EAR, AND SHE SAYS, "OH, I'M SORRY." SHE GETS UP AND GOES BACK TO HER SEAT IN ECONOMY.&lt;br /&gt;THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT AND CO-PILOT ARE AMAZED AND ASKED HIM WHAT HE SAID TO MAKE HER MOVE WITHOUT ANY FUSS.&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD HER, "FIRST CLASS ISN'T GOING TO HOUSTON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;Bubba went to a psychiatrist. "I've got problems. Everytime I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy."&lt;br /&gt;"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you charge?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll sleep on it," said Bubba.&lt;br /&gt;Six months later the doctor met Bubba on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see about those fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money I went and bought me a new pickup!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is that so! And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"&lt;br /&gt;"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Ain't nobody under there now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very Sexy nightie. "Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want."&lt;br /&gt;So he tied her up and went golfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!"&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, "Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't matter," she said. "Just get out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************* *****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license. First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test. The optician showed him a card with the letters 'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.' "Can you read this?" the optician asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Read it?" the Polish guy replied, "I know the guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, "I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back. "I'm so tired of chardonnay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;"Careful," he said, "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"&lt;br /&gt;The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army. On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb. That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair. On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush. That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth. On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap. The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are actual writings from various hospital charts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The patient refused an autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The patient has no previous history of suicides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She has no rigours or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On the second day, the knee was better, and on the third day it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Discharge status: Alive but without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Healthy appearing decrepit 69-year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She is numb from her toes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated, and sent home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The skin was moist and dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Occasional, constant infrequent headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Patient was alert and unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life, until she got a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Examination of genitalia reveals that he is circus sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Skin: somewhat pale but present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The pelvis exam will be done later on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-1722370326553343639?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/1722370326553343639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=1722370326553343639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1722370326553343639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1722370326553343639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/04/plane-is-on-its-way-to-houston-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8012974894140766302</id><published>2009-04-08T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:15:23.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should children witness childbirth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen quickly responded, "He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place......smack his ass again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three-in-a-row saucy jokes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man bumps into a woman in a hotel lobby and as he does, his elbow bumps into her breast. They are both quite startled. The man turns to her and says, "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I hope you'll forgive me."&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "If your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'm in room 221."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, as a couple lays down for bed, the husband starts rubbing his wife's arm. The wife turns over and says "I'm sorry honey, I've got a gynecologist appointment tomorrow and I want to stay fresh."&lt;br /&gt;The husband, rejected, turns over. A few minutes later, he rolls back over and taps his wife again. "Do you have a dentist appointment tomorrow too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years. He came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home and his wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong, Bill?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Bill, you didn't" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I did." he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"My God, Bill, what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"I got fired."&lt;br /&gt;"No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?"&lt;br /&gt;" Oh... she got fired too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 45 year old woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;While on the operating table she had a near death experience. Seeing God she asked "Is my time up?"&lt;br /&gt;God said, "No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live."&lt;br /&gt;Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a face-lift, liposuction, breast implants and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair color and brighten her teeth!&lt;br /&gt;Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way home, she was killed by an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 43 years? Why didn't you pull me from out of the path of the ambulance?"&lt;br /&gt;God replied: "I didn't recognize you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man once spent days looking for his new hat. Finally, he decided that he'd go to church on Sunday and sit at the back. During the service he would sneak out and grab a hat from the rack at the front door.On Sunday, he went to church and sat at the back. The sermon was about the 10 commandments. He sat through the whole sermon and instead of sneaking out he waited until the sermon was over and went to talk to the minister.&lt;br /&gt;"Father, I came here today to steal a hat to replace the one I lost. But after hearing your sermon on the 10 Commandments, I changed my mind."&lt;br /&gt;The minister said, "Bless you my son. Was it when I started to preach 'Thou shall not steal,' that changed your heart?"&lt;br /&gt;The man responded, "No, it was the one on adultery. When you started to preach on that, I remembered where I left my hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8012974894140766302?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8012974894140766302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8012974894140766302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8012974894140766302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8012974894140766302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-children-witness-childbirth-due.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-7586532514064819438</id><published>2009-03-26T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:00:11.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A guy walks into an adult store and asks for an inflatable doll.  Guy behind the counter says, "Male or female?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer says, "Female"&lt;br /&gt;Counter guy asks, "Black or white?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer says, "White"&lt;br /&gt;Counter guy asks, "Christian or Muslim?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer says, "What the hell does religion have to do with it?"&lt;br /&gt;Counter guy says, "A whole lot, as a matter of fact.  The Muslim one blows itself up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The madam opened the brothel door to see a rather dignified, well-dressed good looking man in his late 40s or early 50s."May I help you?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to see Valerie," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies.  Perhaps you would prefer someone else," said the madam.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I must see Valerie," was the man's reply.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $1,000 a visit.  Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten one-hundred dollar bills, gave them to Valerie, and they went upstairs.  After an hour, the man calmly left.  The next night, the same man appeared again, demanding to see Valerie.  Valerie explained that none had ever come back two nights in a row--too expensive--and there were no discounts.  The price was still $1,000.   Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie and they went upstairs.  After an hour, he left.&lt;br /&gt;The following night the man was there again.  Everyone was astounded that he had come for the third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs.  After their session, Valerie questioned the man. "No one has ever been with me three nights in a row.  Where are you from?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, " South Carolina."&lt;br /&gt;"Really" she said. "I have family in South Carolina."&lt;br /&gt;"I know," the man said. "Your father died, and I am your sister's attorney.  She asked me to give you your $3,000 inheritance."&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain:&lt;br /&gt;1. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. Taxes&lt;br /&gt;3. Being screwed by a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it DOES take a Rocket Scientist!! (true story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Scientists at Rolls Royce built a gun specifically to launch dead chickens at the windshields of airliners and military jets all traveling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent  incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains.  Arrangements were made and a gun was sent to the American engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurled out of the barrel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control console, snapped the engineer's back-rest in two and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin like an arrow shot from a bow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrified Yanks sent Rolls Royce the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the British scientists for suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolls Royce responded with the following one-line memo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defrost the chicken !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of a golf course in Tennessee was confused about paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his secretary for some mathematical help.  He called her into his office and said, "You graduated from TheUniversity of Tennessee and I need some help.  If I were to give you $20,000, minus 14%, how much would you take off?"&lt;br /&gt;The secretary thought a moment, then replied, "Everything but my earrings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-7586532514064819438?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/7586532514064819438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=7586532514064819438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7586532514064819438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7586532514064819438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/03/guy-walks-into-adult-store-and-asks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8812144670929194016</id><published>2009-03-19T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:13:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN PHILOSOPHY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he calls his grandson to his bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lissin-a me.  I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But grandpa, I really don't lika guns.  Howzabout you leava me your Rolex watch instead?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shuddup an lissin.  Somma day you gonna runna da business.....you gonna have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple a bambinos.  Somma day you gonna comma home and maybe find you wife inna bed with another man.  Whadda you gonna do then....... pointa to your watch and say 'Times up'? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Distant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blondes living in Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking and one  blonde says to the other, 'Which do you think is farther away... Florida or the moon?'&lt;br /&gt;The other blonde turns and says 'Helloooooooooo, can you see Florida ?????'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAR TROUBLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station.  She tells the mechanic it died.  After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;She asks, 'What's the story?'&lt;br /&gt;He replies, 'Just crap in the carburetor.'&lt;br /&gt;She asks, 'How often do I have to do that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPEEDING TICKET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license.  She replied in a huff, 'I wish you guys would get your act together.  Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIVER WALK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this blonde out for a walk.  She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank. 'Yoo-hoo!' she shouts, 'How can I get to the other side?'   &lt;br /&gt;The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back, 'You ARE on the other side.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it.   &lt;br /&gt;'Impossible!' says the doctor.  'Show me.'&lt;br /&gt;The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left shoulder and screamed, then she pushed her elbow and screamed even more.  She pushed her knee and screamed; likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed.  Everywhere she touched made her scream.   &lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, 'You're not really a redhead, are you?   &lt;br /&gt;'Well, no' she said, 'I'm actually a blonde.'   &lt;br /&gt;'I thought so,' the doctor said. 'Your finger is broken.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNITTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting!  Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, 'PULL OVER!'  &lt;br /&gt;'NO!' the blonde yelled back, 'IT'S A SCARF!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLONDE ON THE SUN&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A Russian, an American, and a Blonde were talking one day. &lt;br /&gt;The Russian said, 'We were the first in space!'   &lt;br /&gt;The American said, 'We were the first on the moon!'   &lt;br /&gt;The Blonde said, 'So what?  We're going to be the first on the sun!'   &lt;br /&gt;The Russian and the American looked at each other and shook their heads.&lt;br /&gt;'You can't land on the sun, you idiot!  You'll burn up!' said the Russian.   &lt;br /&gt;To which the Blonde replied, 'We're not stupid, you know.  We're going at night!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN A VACUUM&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night.  It was her turn.  She rolled the dice and she landed on Science &amp;amp; Nature.  Her question was, 'If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?'  She thought for a time and then asked, 'Is it on or off?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY, THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs and asked her what their names were. &lt;br /&gt;The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. &lt;br /&gt;Her friend said, 'Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?'&lt;br /&gt;'HELLLOOOOOOO......,' answered the blond.  'They're watch dogs!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of her daily classes a teacher trying to teach good mannersto fifth graders asked her students the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said, "Just a minute I have to go pee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher responded by saying, "That would be rude and impolite.  What about you Peter, how would you say it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter said, "I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom.  I'll be right back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table.  And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would say: "Darling, may I please be excused for a moment?  I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to meet after dinner."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walks into a tattoo parlour and asks 'Do you do custom work?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why of course!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good.  I'd like a portrait of Robert Redford on the inside of my right thigh and a portrait of Paul Newman on the inside of my left thigh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No problem,' says the artist.  'Strip from the waist down and get up on the table.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of hard work, the artist finishes.  The woman sits up and examines the tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That doesn't look like them!' she complains loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes it does,' the artist says indignantly, 'and I can prove it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, he runs out of the shop and grabs the first man off the street he can find; it happens to be the town drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, what do you think?' the woman asks, spreading her legs. 'Do you know who these men are?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk studies the tattoos for a couple of minutes and says. 'I'm not sure who the guys on either side are, but the fellow in the middle is definitely Willie Nelson!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was doing a study testing the senses of first graders, using a bowl of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children began to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Red....................cherry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow.................lemon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Green.................lime"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orange....................orange"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the teacher gave them all honey flavoured sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating them, none of the children could identify the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the teacher said, "I'll give you all a clue, it's what your mother may sometimes call your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl looked up in horror, spat her sweet out and yelled, "Oh My God!!!!  They're assholes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Polish man moved to the UK and married an English girl.  Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well  until one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could  arrange a divorc for him.  The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the  circumstances and asked him the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you any grounds?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It made of concrete.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't think you understand.  Do either of you have a  real grudge?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, we have carport, and not need one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I mean, what are your relations like?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'All my relations still in Poland.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is there any infidelity in your marriage?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Does your wife beat you up?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I am always up before her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is your wife a nagger?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, she white.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you want this divorce?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She going to kill me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What makes you think that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I got proof.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What kind of proof?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She going to poison me.  She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.  I can read, and it say: 'Polish Remover'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8812144670929194016?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8812144670929194016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8812144670929194016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8812144670929194016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8812144670929194016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/03/italian-philosophy-old-italian-mafia.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-527463105937268904</id><published>2009-03-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:00:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A trucker who has been out on the road for three weeks stops into a brothel outside Vegas. He walks straight up to the Madam, drops down $500 and says, "I want your ugliest woman and a bologna sandwich!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The Madam is astonished.&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, for that kind of money you could have one of my finest ladies and a three-course meal."&lt;br /&gt;The trucker replies, "Listen sweetheart, I ain't horny, I'm homesick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Makes 100%?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%.&lt;br /&gt;How about achieving 103%?&lt;br /&gt;What makes up 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26, then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A -R -D-W-O -R -K = 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;K -N -O -W-L -E-D-G-E =11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;A-T -T -I -T -U -D-E = 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;B -U -L -L -S -H-I -T = 2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;br /&gt;AND look how far ass kissing will take you:&lt;br /&gt;A-S -S -K -I -S-S -I -N-G = 1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty, that Whilst Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it’s the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top.&lt;br /&gt;'REMEMBER SOME PEOPLE ARE ALIVE SIMPLY BECAUSE IT IS ILLEGAL TO SHOOT THEM'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Tommy Cooper were alive today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this bloke with a didgeridoo and he was playing Dancing Queen on it.  I thought, 'That's Aboriginal.'&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;This lorry full of tortoises collided with a van full of terrapins.  It was a turtle disaster.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I told my girlfriend I had a job in a bowling alley.  She said 'Tenpin?' I said, 'No, permanent.'&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;I went in to a pet shop.  I said, 'Can I buy a goldfish?'  The guy said, 'Do you want an aquarium?' I said, 'I don't care what star sign it is.'&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I bought some Armageddon cheese today and it said on the packet, 'Best before End'&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy a watch and the man in the shop said 'Analogue.'  I said, 'No, just a watch.'&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I went into a shop and I said, 'Can someone sell me a kettle?'  The bloke said, 'Kenwood.'  I said, 'Where is he then?'&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My mate is in love with two schoolbags.  He's bi-satchel.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor.  I said to him 'I'm frightened of lapels.'  He said, 'You've got cholera.'&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I met the bloke who invented crosswords today.  I can't remember his name, its P something T something R.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this book today, 'The History of Glue'.  I couldn't put it down.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I phoned the local ramblers club today but the bloke who answered just went on and on.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The recruitment consultant asked me, 'What do you think of voluntary work?  I said, 'I wouldn't do it if you paid me.'&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I was in the jungle and there was this monkey with a tin opener.  I said, 'You don't need a tin opener to peel a banana.'  He said, 'No, this is for the custard.'&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;This policeman came up to me with a pencil and a piece of very thin paper.  He said, 'I want you to trace someone for me.'&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum that I'd opened a theatre. She said, 'Are you having me on?'  I said, 'Well, I'll give you an audition but I'm not promising you anything.'&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I phoned the local builders today, I said to them 'Can I have a skip outside my house?'  He said, 'I'm not stopping you!'&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This cowboy walks in to a German car showroom and he says 'Audi!'&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I fancied a game of darts with my mate.  He said, 'Nearest the bull goes first.'  He went 'Baah' and I went 'Moo.'  He said 'You're closest'&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I was driving up the motorway and my boss phoned me and he told me I'd been promoted.  I was so shocked I swerved the car.  He phoned me again to say I'd been promoted even higher and I swerved again.  He then made me managing director and I went right off into a tree.  The police came and asked me what had happened.  I said 'I careered off the road'&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;I visited the offices of the RSPCA today.  It's tiny: you couldn't swing a cat in there.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I was stealing things in the supermarket today while balanced on the shoulders of a couple of vampires.  I was charged with shoplifting on two counts.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I bought a train ticket to France and the ticket seller said, 'Eurostar?'  I said, 'Well I've been on telly but I'm no Dean Martin.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I phoned the local gym and I asked if they could teach me how to do the splits.  He said, 'How flexible are you?'  I said, 'I can't make Tuesdays or Thursdays.'&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I went to the local video shop and I said, 'Can I borrow Batman Forever?'  He said, 'No, you'll have to bring it back tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A waiter asks a man, 'May I take your order, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the man replies. 'I'm just wondering, exactly how do you prepare your chickens?'&lt;br /&gt;'Nothing special, sir.  We just tell them straight out that they're going to die.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels.  She asked, 'What's on TV?' I said, 'Dust.' And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are watching 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' while we were in bed.  I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," she answered.&lt;br /&gt;I then said, "Is that your final answer?" She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." And then the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage.  I hooked up the boat up to the truck and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.  The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.  I went back into the house, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.  I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."&lt;br /&gt;My loving wife of 10 years replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?" And that's how the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rear-ended a car this morning.  So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car.  You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny?  Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... He was a DWARF!!!  He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, "I AM NOT HAPPY !!!"  So, I looked down at him and said, "Well, then which one are you?"  And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.  She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.'  I bought her some bathroom scales. And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station.  And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security.  The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age.  I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.  I told the woman that I was very sorry but I would have to go home and come back later.&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'.&lt;br /&gt;So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.  She said, 'You should have dropped your pants.  You might have gotten disability, too.' And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.  My wife asked, 'Do you know her?' 'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend.  I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.'&lt;br /&gt;'My God!' Says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'&lt;br /&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my wife to a restaurant.  The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.  "I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"&lt;br /&gt;" Nah, she can order for herself."  And then the fight started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.  She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly.  I really need you to pay me a compliment.'&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'  And then the fight started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attractive blonde from Dublin arrived at the casino and bet twenty thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice.  She said, 'I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, 'Come on, baby.  Mama needs new clothes!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed 'YES, YES, I WON, I WON!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings, and her clothes, and quickly departed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one of them asked, 'What did she roll?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other answered, 'I don't know - I thought you were watching.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all Irish are stupid; not all blondes are dumb; but all men are men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman in Galway was so depressed that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the Atlantic Ocean. She went down to the docks and was about to leap into the freezing water when a young sailor saw her tottering on the edge of the pier, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took pity on her and said, 'Look, you have so much to live for.  I'm off to America in the morning and if you like I can stow you away on my ship.  I'll take good care of you and bring you food every day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving closer, he slipped his arm round her shoulder and added, 'I'll keep you happy and you'll keep me happy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl nodded Yes, after all, what did she have to lose?  Perhaps a Fresh start in America would give her life new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat.  From then on, every night he brought her three sandwiches and a piece of fruit, and they made passionate love until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, during a routine inspection, she was discovered by The captain.&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing here?' The captain asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have an arrangement with one of the sailors,' she explained. 'I get food and a trip to America.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And what's the sailor getting out of this arrangement?' Asked the captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He's screwing me.' Said the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He screwing you all right,' said the captain, 'this is the Aran Islands Ferry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-527463105937268904?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/527463105937268904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=527463105937268904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/527463105937268904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/527463105937268904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/03/trucker-who-has-been-out-on-road-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-3062877546459452174</id><published>2009-02-23T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T04:48:04.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They always ask at the doctor's reception why you are there and you have to answer in front of others what’s wrong. Sometimes it is embarrassing. There's nothing worse than a receptionist who insists you tell her what is wrong with you in a room full of other patients. I know most of us have experienced this and I love the way this old guy handled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 86-year-old man walked into a crowded waiting room and approached the desk....&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist said, 'Yes sir, what are you seeing the doctor for today?'&lt;br /&gt;'There's something wrong with my dick,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist became irritated and said, ‘you shouldn't come into a crowded waiting room and say things like that.'&lt;br /&gt;'Why not? You asked me what was wrong and I told you,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist replied, 'You've caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there is something wrong with your ear or something and discussed the problem further with the doctor in private.'&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, 'You shouldn't ask people questions in a room full of strangers if the answer could embarrass anyone.'&lt;br /&gt;The man walked out, waited several minutes, and then re-entered. The receptionist smiled smugly and asked, 'Yes?'&lt;br /&gt;'There's something wrong with my ear,' he stated.&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, knowing he had taken her advice. 'And what is wrong with your ear, sir?'&lt;br /&gt;'I can't piss out of it,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;The waiting room erupted in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, 'Mom, that lady isn't wearing a seat belt!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) OPINIONS&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, 'The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) KETCHUP&lt;br /&gt;A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. 'Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's hitting the bottle.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) MORE NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, 'What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) POLICE # 1&lt;br /&gt;While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, 'Are you a cop?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' I answered and continued writing the report.&lt;br /&gt;'My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police.'&lt;br /&gt;'Is that right?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes'&lt;br /&gt;'That's right,' I told her.&lt;br /&gt;'Well, then,' she said as she extended her foot toward me, 'would you please tie my shoe?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) POLICE # 2&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me. 'Is that a dog you got back there?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;'It sure is,' I replied.&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the Van. Finally he said, 'What'd he do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) ELDERLY&lt;br /&gt;While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. A s I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, 'The tooth fairy will never believe this!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) DRESS-UP&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, 'Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit.'&lt;br /&gt;'And why not, darling?'&lt;br /&gt;'You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) DEATH&lt;br /&gt;While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: 'Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;A little girl had just finished her first week of school. 'I'm just wasting my time,' she said to her mother. 'I can't read, I can't write, and they won't let me talk!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 ) BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.&lt;br /&gt;'Mama, look what I found,' the boy called out.&lt;br /&gt;'What have you got there, dear?'&lt;br /&gt;With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, 'I think it's Adam's underwear!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cabbie picks up a Nun. She gets into the cab, and notices that the VERY handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring.&lt;br /&gt;He replies: 'I have a question to ask you but I don't want to offend you.'&lt;br /&gt;She answers, 'My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive.'&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me.'&lt;br /&gt;She responds, 'Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic.'&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver is very excited and says, 'Yes, I'm single and Catholic!'&lt;br /&gt;'OK' the nun says. 'Pull into the next alley.'&lt;br /&gt;The nun fulfils his fantasy, with a kiss that would make a hooker blush, but when they get back on the road the cab driver starts crying.&lt;br /&gt;'My dear child,' says the nun, 'why are you crying?'&lt;br /&gt;'Forgive me but I've sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish.'&lt;br /&gt;The nun says, 'That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a fancy dress party.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my dad to the shops the other day to buy some new shoes. He is 92.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colours: green, red, orange, and blue. My dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and find him staring every time. When the teenager had had enough, he asked, sarcastically, “What's the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?”&lt;br /&gt;My Dad did not bat an eye in his response...“Got drunk once and had sex with a parrot. I was just wondering if you were my son.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-3062877546459452174?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/3062877546459452174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=3062877546459452174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3062877546459452174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/3062877546459452174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-always-ask-at-doctors-reception.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6830873539022120575</id><published>2009-02-07T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:50:44.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Pharmacy, all drugs have two names, a trade name and generic name. For example, the trade name of Tylenol also has a generic name of Acetaminophen. Aleve is also called Naproxen.&lt;br /&gt;Amoxil is also called Amoxicillin and Advil is also called Ibuprofen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra. After careful consideration by a team&lt;br /&gt;of government experts, it recently announced that it has settled on the generic name of mycoxafloppin. Also considered were Mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin, Mydixarizin, Dixafix and, of course, Ibepokin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfizer Corp announced today that Viagra will soon be available in liquid form and will be marketed by Pepsi Cola as a power beverage suitable for use as a mixer. It will now be possible for a man to literally pour himself a stiff one. Obviously we can no longer call this a soft drink and it gives new meaning to the names of 'cocktails', 'highballs', and just a good old-fashioned 'stiff drink'. Pepsi will market the new concoction by the name of 'MOUNT &amp;amp; DO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;/strong&gt;  There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely NO recollection of what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World's Shortest Fairy Tale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?' The girl said, 'NO!' And the guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and scotch and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two 90 year old men, Mike and Joe, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Joe is dying, Mike visits him every day. One day Mike says, 'Joe, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe looks up at Mike from his death bed, 'Mike, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that Joe passes on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Mike is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Mike--Mike.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who is it?' Asks Mike sitting up suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mike--it's me, Joe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're not Joe. Joe just died.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm telling you, it's me, Joe,' insists the voice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Joe! Where are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In heaven', replies Joe. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tell me the good news first,' says Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The good news,' Joe says, 'is that there's rugby in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get tired.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's fantastic,' says Mike. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're in the team for Tuesday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEN ARE JUST HAPPIER PEOPLE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICKNAMES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EATING OUT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in £20, even though it's only for £50.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONEY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man will pay £2 for a £1 item he needs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A woman will pay £1 for a £2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATHROOMS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel . &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGUMENTS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUTURE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCCESS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARRIAGE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRESSING UP:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATURAL:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFFSPRING:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favourite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: &lt;/strong&gt;A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6830873539022120575?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6830873539022120575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6830873539022120575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6830873539022120575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6830873539022120575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-pharmacy-all-drugs-have-two-names.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6948700989690970247</id><published>2009-02-04T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:51:09.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCAM ALERT-&lt;br /&gt;Beaware those men who may be regular Homebase customers. This one caught me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naïve enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the scam works:&lt;br /&gt;Two seriously good-looking 20-21 year-old girls come over to your car as you are packing your shopping into the trunk. They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts. It is impossible not to look.&lt;br /&gt;When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to McDonalds. You agree and they get into the back seat. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my wallet stolen November 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th, 24th &amp;amp; 29th. Also December 1st &amp;amp; 4th, Twice on the 8th, 16th, 23rd, 26th &amp;amp; 30th, three times last Saturday and very likely again this upcoming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;So tell your friends to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Tesco has wallets on sale for 2.99 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila and her husband Barry went for counselling after 37 years of marriage. When asked what the problem was Sheila went into a passionate, painful tirade, listing every problem they had ever had in the 37 years they had been married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking Shiela to stand and unbutton her blouse, he embraced her, put his hands on her breasts, nuzzled her nipples till they stood erect and kissed her passionately and stroked her body for several minutes as her husband Barry watched with a raised eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face was deeply flushed and she panted softly. Shiela shut up, buttoned up her blouse and quietly sat down in a daze. The therapist turned to Barry and said, 'This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry thought for a moment and replied, 'well, I can drop her off here Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf. Can you pick her up??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you ask, is 'Butt dust?'&lt;br /&gt;Read on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: 'Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. 'I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITTANY (age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. 'Please don't give me this juice again,' she said, 'it makes my teeth cough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I cost?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: ' Why is he whispering in her mouth?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: 'The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.' Concerned, James asked: 'What happened to the flea?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Mom will never forget this particular Sunday sermon...&lt;br /&gt;'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face, 'without you, we are but dust...'&lt;br /&gt;He would have continued but at that moment a very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to her Mom and asked, quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mom, what is butt dust?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you think your hotel bill is too high you might want to consider this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband and wife are travelling by car from Miami to Boston. After almost twenty-four hours on the road, they're too tired to continue and they decide to stop for a rest. They stop at a nice hotel and take a room, but they only plan to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a bill for $350.00.&lt;br /&gt;The man explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it's a nice hotel; the rooms certainly aren't worth $350.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clerk tells him $350.00 is the standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the Manager. The Manager appears, listens to the man, and then explains that the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference centre that were available for the husband and wife to use.&lt;br /&gt;"But we didn't use them," the man complains.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they are here, and you could have," explains the Manager. He goes on to explain they could have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel is famous. "The best entertainers from New York, Hollywood and Las Vegas perform here," the Manager says.&lt;br /&gt;"But we didn't go to any of those shows, "complains the man again.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we have them, and you could have," the Manager replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what amenity the Manager mentions, the man replies, "But we didn't use it!"&lt;br /&gt;The Manager is unmoved, and eventually the man gives up and agrees to pay. He writes a check and gives it to the Manager. The Manager is surprised when he looks at the cheque. "But sir," he says, this cheque is only made out for $50.00."&lt;br /&gt;"That's correct," says the man. "I charged you $300.00 for sleeping with my wife."&lt;br /&gt;"But I didn't!" exclaims the Manager.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, too bad," the man replies. "She was here and you could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6948700989690970247?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6948700989690970247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6948700989690970247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6948700989690970247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6948700989690970247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2009/02/scam-alert-beaware-those-men-who-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-7197197393504293165</id><published>2008-12-16T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:17:34.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A young man called Derrick wanted to purchase a gift for his new sweetheart's Christmas present. As they had not been dating for very long, after careful consideration, he decided that a pair of gloves would strike the right note; not too romantic and not too personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by his sweetheart's sister he went to Harrods and bought a dainty pair of white gloves. The sister purchased a pair of panties for herself at the same time. During the wrapping the shop assistant mixed up the two items and the sister got the gloves and the sweetheart the panties. Without checking the contents the young man sealed the package and sent it to his sweetheart with the following note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Maria,&lt;br /&gt;I chose these because I noticed that you are not in the habit of wearing any when we go out in the evening. If it had not been for your sister, I would have chosen the long ones with the buttons, but she wears the short ones that are easier to remove. These are a delicate shade, but the ladyI bought them from showed me the pair that she had been wearing for the past three weeks and they were hardly soiled at all. I had her try yours on for me and she looked really smart in them even though they were a little tight on her.She also told me that her pair rubs her ring which helps keep it clean and shiny; in fact she had not needed to wash it since she had begun wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were there to put them on for you for the first time, as no doubt many other hands will touch them before I have a chance to see you again. When you take them off remember to blow into them before putting them away as they will naturally be a little damp from wearing. Just think how many lips will kiss them during the coming years. I hope that you will wear them for me on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;All my love Derrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The latest style is to wear them folded down with a little fur showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crusty old sergeant major found himself at a gala event hosted by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely young, idealistic ladies in attendance, one of whom approached the sergeant major for conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, sergeant major, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Negative, ma'am. Just serious by nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, "It looks like you have seen a lot of action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am, a lot of action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation,said, "You know, you should lighten up a little. Relax and enjoy yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sergeant major just stared at her in his serious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young lady said, "You know, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when is the last time you had sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1955, ma'am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there you are. You really need to chill out and quit taking everything so seriously! I mean, no sex since 1955!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took his hand and led him to a private room where she proceeded to "relax" him several times. Afterwards, panting for breath, she leaned against his bare chest and said, "Wow, you sure didn't forget much since 1955!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sergeant major, glancing at his watch, said in his matter-of-fact voice, "I hope not ma'am, it's only 2130 now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mexican-American family was considering putting their grandfather in a nursing home. Unfortunately all the Catholic facilities were completely full, so they had to put him in a Jewish home. After a few weeks in the Jewish facility, they came to visit their abuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you like it here?" asks the grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's wonderful. Everyone here is so courteous and respectful," says grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're so happy for you. We were worried that this was the wrong place for you. You know, since you are a little different from everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no! Let me tell you about how wonderfully they treat the residents here," grandpa says with a big smile. "There's a musician here -- he's 85 years old. He hasn't played the violin in 20 years and everyone still calls him 'Maestro'. There is a judge in here -- he's 95 years old. He hasn't been on the bench in 30 years and everyone still calls him 'Your Honor'. And there's a physician here that is 90 years old. He hasn't practiced medicine for 25 years and everyone still calls him 'Doctor'. And me, I haven't had sex for 35 years and they still call me 'The Fucking Mexican'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken farmer went into a local tavern and took a seat at the bar next to a woman patron and ordered a glass of champagne. The woman perks up and says, "How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to her and said, "What a coincidence. This is a special day for me, I'm celebrating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a special day for me, too, and I'm also celebrating," says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence," says the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They clinked glasses and he asked, "What are you celebrating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband and I have been trying to have a child. Today, my gynaecologist told me I'm pregnant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence," says the man. "I'm a chicken farmer and my last batch of hens were infertile, but today they're finally fertile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!" says the woman, "How did your chickens become fertile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I switched cocks," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence," she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-7197197393504293165?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/7197197393504293165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=7197197393504293165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7197197393504293165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7197197393504293165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/12/young-man-called-derrick-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8508778470925988702</id><published>2008-11-28T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:03:06.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Blonde Year In Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January -&lt;/strong&gt; Took her new scarf back to the store because it was too tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February -&lt;/strong&gt; Ordered new drapes for her computer because it had windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March -&lt;/strong&gt; Got excited when she finished a jigsaw puzzle in 6 months because the box said 2-4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April -&lt;/strong&gt; Was trapped on an escalator for hours when the power went out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May -&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn't make Kool-Aid because 8 cups of water wouldn't fit into the little packet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June -&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn't learn to water ski because she couldn't find a lake with a slope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July -&lt;/strong&gt; After losing in a breast stroke swimming competition, complained to the judges that the other swimmers were using their arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August -&lt;/strong&gt; Told her blonde friend to hurry when trying to get into their locked car using a coat hanger because it was starting to rain and the top was down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September -&lt;/strong&gt; When asked what the capital of California was ~ answered C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October -&lt;/strong&gt; Hates M &amp;amp; M's because they are so hard to peel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November -&lt;/strong&gt; Baked a turkey for 4 days because the instructions said 1 hour per pound and she weighed 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December -&lt;/strong&gt; Couldn't call 911 because there was no 11 on any phone button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nicely dressed ladies happen to start up a conversation during an endless wait in the LAX airport.&lt;br /&gt;The first lady was an arrogant California woman married to a wealthy man.  The second was a well mannered elderly woman from the South.  When the conversation centered on whether they had any children the California woman started by saying, "When my first child was born, my husband built a beautiful mansion for me."&lt;br /&gt;The lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?"&lt;br /&gt;The first woman continued, "When my second child was born, my husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz."&lt;br /&gt;Again, the lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?"&lt;br /&gt;The first woman continued boasting, "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet."&lt;br /&gt;And again, the Southern lady commented, "Well, isn't that precious?"&lt;br /&gt;The first woman then asked the Southern lady, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?"&lt;br /&gt;"My husband sent me to charm school," declared the Southern lady.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!  What on earth for?", asked the first woman.&lt;br /&gt;The Southern lady responded, "Well for example, instead of saying "Who gives a sh*t?" I learned to say, "Well, isn't that precious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips for everyday living:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before attempting to remove stubborn stains from a garment, always circle the stain in permanent pen, so that when you remove the garment from the washing machine you can easily locate the area of the stain and check that it has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste money buying expensive binoculars.  Simply stand next to the object you wish to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always poo at work.  Not only will you save money on toilet paper but you'll also be getting paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight watchers:  Avoid that devilish temptation to nibble at a chocolate bar in the cupboard or fridge by not buying the f**king thing in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recreate the fun of a visit to a public swimming pool in your home by filling the bath with cold water, adding two bottles of bleach, then urinating into it before jumping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy expensive 'ribbed' condoms, just buy an ordinary one and slip a handful of frozen peas inside it before you put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anorexics:  When your knees become fatter than your legs, start eating cakes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty aluminium cigar tube filled with angry wasps makes an inexpensive vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympic athletes:  Disguise the fact that you've taken steroids by running a bit slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smokers:  Save on matches and lighters by simply lighting your next fag from the butt of your last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetarians coming to dinner?  Simply serve them a nice bit of steak or veal.  Since they're always going on about how tofu, Quorn, meat substitute, etc., 'tastes exactly like the real thing', they won't know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invited by vegetarians for dinner?  Point out that since you'd no doubt be made aware of their special dietary requirements, tell them about yours,and ask for a nice steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High blood pressure sufferers:  Simply cut yourself and bleed for a while, thus reducing the pressure in your veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy smokers:  Don't throw away those filters from the end of your cigarettes; save them up and within a few years you'll have enough to insulate your roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corsa drivers:  Attach a lighted sparkler to the roof of your car before starting a long journey.  You drive the things like dodgems anyway, so it may as well look like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mouse trap placed on top on of your alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool next door into thinking you have more stairs than them by banging your feet twice on each stair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At supermarket checkouts a Toblerone box makes a handy 'Next customer Please' sign for dyslexic shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:  Don't worry about a nice dress for that important first date.  All he's interested in is seeing you starkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting just the right amount of gin in your goldfish bowl makes the fishes' eyes bulge and cause them to swim in an amusing manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVOID parking tickets by leaving your windscreen wipers turned to 'fastwipe' whenever you leave your car parked illegally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSEWIVES:  I find the best way to get two bottles of washing-up liquid for the price of one is by putting one in your shopping trolley and the other in your coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T INVITE DRUG ADDICTS round for a meal on Boxing Day.  They may find the offer of cold turkey embarrassing or offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Israeli doctor said, 'Medicine in my country is so advanced, we can take a kidney out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in six weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A German doctor said, 'That's nothing! In Germany, we can take a lung out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Russian doctor said, 'In my country medicine is so advanced, we can take half a heart from one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for work in two weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English doctor, not to be outdone, said 'Hah!  We can take an arsehole out of Scotland, put him in 10 Downing Street and have half the country looking for work within twenty-four hours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8508778470925988702?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8508778470925988702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8508778470925988702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8508778470925988702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8508778470925988702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/11/blonde-year-in-review-january-took-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-4202144884658910970</id><published>2008-11-23T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:42:53.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL EXPLAINED BY CHEMISTRY STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid term.&lt;br /&gt;The answer by one student was so profound that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.  One student however, wrote the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time.  So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving.  I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave.  Therefore, no souls are leaving.  As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today.  Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.  Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.  With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.  Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.  This gives two possibilities: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.  So, which is it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, 'It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you,' and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.  The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting 'Oh my God.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STUDENT RECEIVED AN A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual call centre conversations !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:     'I've been ringing 0800 2100 for two days and can't get through to enquiries, can you help?'.&lt;br /&gt;Operator:     'Where did you get that number from, sir?'.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:     'It was on the door to the Travel Centre'.&lt;br /&gt;Operator:     'Sir, they are the opening hours'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Electronics Caller: 'Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:   'I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand who you are talking about'.&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug the fax machine from the AC wall socket and telephone Jack before cleaning.  Now, can you give me the number for Jack?'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'I think you mean the telephone point on the wall'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAC Motoring ServicesCaller:  'Does your European Breakdown Policy cover me when I am travelling in Australia ?'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  ' Doesn't the product name give you a clue?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller (enquiring about legal requirements while travelling in France ): 'If I register my car in France , do I have to change the steering wheel to the other side of the car?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directory EnquiriesCaller:  'I'd like the number of the Argoed Fish Bar in Cardiff please'. Operator:  'I'm sorry, there's no listing.  Is the spelling correct?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Well, it used to be called the Bargoed Fish Bar but the 'B' fell off'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Woven?  Are you sure?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Yes. That's what it says on the label; Woven in Scotland'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion, a man making heavy breathing sounds from a phone box told a worried operator: haven't got a pen, so I'm steaming up the window to write the number on'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  'I need you to right-click on the Open Desktop'.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  'O K '.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:   'Did you get a pop-up menu?'.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  'No'.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  'O K .  Right-Click again.  Do you see a pop-up menu?'&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  'No'.&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  'O K , sir.  Can you tell me what you have done up until this point?'.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  'Sure.  You told me to write 'click' and I wrote 'click''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support:  'O K.  In the bottom left hand side of the screen, can you see the 'O K ' button displayed?'&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  'Wow.  How can you see my screen from there?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'I deleted a file from my PC last week and I have just realised that I need it.  If I turn my system clock back two weeks will I have my file back again?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story from the Word Perfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department.  Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for 'Termination without Cause'.  Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee. (Now I know why they record these conversations!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'What sort of trouble?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Went away?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'They disappeared.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Hmm, So what does your screen look like now?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Nothing.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Nothing??'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'How do I tell?'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'What's a sea-prompt?'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'There isn't any cursor:  I told you, it won't accept anything I type.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Does your monitor have a power indicator?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'What's a monitor?'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV.  Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'I don't know.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it.  Can you see that??'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Yes, I think so.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Great.  Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Yes, it is.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'No.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Well, there are.  I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Okay, here it is.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer.'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'I can't reach.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Uh huh.  Well, can you see if it is?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'No.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle - it's because it's dark.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Dark??'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window'.&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Well, turn on the office light then.'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'I can't.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'No?  Why not?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Because there's a power failure.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'A power........ A power failure?  Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now.  Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Well, yes, I keep them in the closet.'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Good.  Go get them and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it.  Then take it back to the store you bought it from.'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Really?  Is it that bad?'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Yes, I'm afraid it is.'&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  'Well, all right then, I suppose.  What do I tell them??'&lt;br /&gt;Operator:  'Tell them you're too f---ing stupid to own a computer!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man boards an airliner, takes his seat, and is surprised to find a large purple parrot in the seat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aircraft takes off and a pretty flight attendant walks down the aisle past the man and his seat mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you, "says the parrot, "Bring me a whiskey and soda, and make it snappy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant looks annoyed but walks on. A minute later she walks back up the aisle and the parrot pipes up again "Goddammit, you lazy woman, wheres my whiskey? Hurry it up!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Visibly flustered, the flight attendant hurries up the aisle and returns quickly with the parrot's drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressed with the parrot's technique, the man decides to get some quick service for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, woman, " says the man, "get me a dry martini. And don't drag your sorry ass - I want it right now! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant turns red with anger and runs to the front of the plane. In a flash she returns with the First Officer and two burly male flight attendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three crewmen seize the passenger and the parrot, jerk open the emergency door, and hurl them both out of the airplane at 20,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two are hurled out the door, the parrot says to the man:&lt;br /&gt; "Ya know, for someone who can't fly, you got a lotta balls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PARROT IS DEAD SENOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hello, Senor Rod? This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house.'&lt;br /&gt;'Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?'&lt;br /&gt;'Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that your parrot, he is dead'&lt;br /&gt;'My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?'&lt;br /&gt;'Si, Senor, that's the one.'&lt;br /&gt;'Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?'&lt;br /&gt;'From eating the rotten meat, Senor Rod.'&lt;br /&gt;'Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?'&lt;br /&gt;'Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse.'&lt;br /&gt;'Dead horse? What dead horse?'&lt;br /&gt;'The thoroughbred, Senor Rod.'&lt;br /&gt;'My prize thoroughbred is dead?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes Senor Rod! He died from all that work pulling the water cart.'&lt;br /&gt;'Are you insane?? What water cart?'&lt;br /&gt;'The one we used to put out the fire, Senor.'&lt;br /&gt;'Good Lord!! What fire are you talking about, man??'&lt;br /&gt;'The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire.'&lt;br /&gt;'What the hell?? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?? !&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Senor Rod..'&lt;br /&gt;'But there's electricity at the house!! What was the candle for?'&lt;br /&gt;'For the funeral, Senor Rod.'&lt;br /&gt;'WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!'&lt;br /&gt;'Your wife's, Senor Rod', she showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Tailor-made Burner Super Quad 460 golf club.'&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE . . . . .. . . .LONG SILENCE . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep shit!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-4202144884658910970?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/4202144884658910970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=4202144884658910970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4202144884658910970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/4202144884658910970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-explained-by-chemistry-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8925127135047592729</id><published>2008-10-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:16:21.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An Israeli doctor said, 'Medicine in my country is so advanced, we can take a kidney out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in six weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A German doctor said, 'That's nothing!  In Germany, we can take a lung out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Russian doctor said, 'In my country medicine is so advanced, we can take half a heart from one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for work in two weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English doctor, not to be outdone, said 'Hah!  We can take an arsehole out of Scotland, put him in 10 Downing Street and have half the country looking for work within twenty-four hours"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly and made the world community smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A representative from Palestinian began:  'Before beginning my talk I want to tell you something about Moses.  When he struck the rock and it brought forth water, he thought, 'What a good opportunity to have a bath!'  He removed his clothes, put them aside on the rock and entered the water.  When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had vanished.  An Israeli had stolen them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Israeli representative jumped up furiously and shouted, 'What are you talking about?  The Israeli weren't there then.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palestinian representative smiled and said, 'And now that we have made that clear, I will begin my speech...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an actual job application that a 75-year-old pensioner submitted to B&amp;amp;Q in Tunbridge Wells:               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hired him because he was so funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME:   Kenneth Way (Grumpy Bastard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX:      Not lately, but I am looking for the right woman (or at least one who will  cooperate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED POSITION:   Company's Chief Executive or Managing Director.  But seriously, whatever's available.  If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be applying in the first place - would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED SALARY:  £150,000 a year plus share options and a Tony Blair style redundancy package.  If that's not possible, make an offer and we can haggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION:  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST POSITION HELD:  Target for middle management hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREVIOUS SALARY:  A lot less than I'm worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT:  My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON FOR LEAVING LAST POSITION:  It was a crap job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK:  Any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREFERRED HOURS:  1:30-3:30 p.m.  Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?  Yes, but they're better suited to a more intimate environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?   If I had one, would I be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP TO 50 lbs.?:  Of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A CAR?  I think the more appropriate question here would be 'Do you have a  car that  runs?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?  I may already be a winner of the Reader's Digest Timeshare Free Holiday Offer, so they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SMOKE?   On the job - no! On my breaks - yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?:  Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy Swedish supermodel with big tits who thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. A ctually, I'd like to be doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEAREST RELATIVE?   7 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?  Oh yes, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple take on an 18 year old girl as a lodger.  She asked if she could have a bath but the woman of the house told her they didn't have a bathroom and she could use a tin bath in front of the fire. 'Monday's the best night, when my husband goes out to darts', she said, so the girl agreed to have a bath the following Monday.&lt;br /&gt;After her husband had gone to the pub for his darts match, the woman filled the bath and watched as the girl got undressed.  She was surprised to see that the lass didn't have any pubic hair and told her husband when he came home.  He didn't believe her so she said, 'Next week I'll leave a gap in the curtains so that you can see for yourself'.  The following Monday, while the girl again got undressed, the wife asked, 'Do you shave?'&lt;br /&gt;'No', replied the girl. 'I've just never grown any hairs down there.  Do you have hairs?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes', said the woman and she showed off her great, hairy muff.&lt;br /&gt;When the husband got back in she asked, 'Did you see it?'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fantastic!', he said. 'But why the hell did you have to show her yours?'&lt;br /&gt;Why not?' she said. 'You've seen it all before.'&lt;br /&gt;I know', he said, 'but the whole bloody darts team hadn't!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8925127135047592729?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8925127135047592729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8925127135047592729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8925127135047592729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8925127135047592729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/10/israeli-doctor-said-medicine-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-1237450711896478447</id><published>2008-10-03T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:22:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A teacher gave her class of 11 year olds an assignment: To get their parent to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley said, 'My father's a farmer and we have a lot of egg laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs got broken.&lt;br /&gt;'What's the moral of that story?' asked the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;'Don't put all your eggs in one basket!'&lt;br /&gt;'Very good,' said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Next little Sarah raised her hand and said, 'Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. One day we had a dozen eggs, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks, and the moral to this story is, 'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched'.&lt;br /&gt;'That was a fine story Sarah. Michael, do you have a story to share?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes. My daddy told me this story about my Aunty Sharon. Aunty Sharon was a flight engineer on a plane in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whisky, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.'&lt;br /&gt;'Good heavens,' said the horrified teacher, 'what kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?'&lt;br /&gt;'Stay the f**k away from Aunty Sharon when she's been drinking.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MEN AMUSE THEMSELVES IN TESCO'S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her man shopping. This letter was recently sent by Tesco's Head Office to a customer in Oxford:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs. Murray,&lt;br /&gt;While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty Card, the Manager of our store in Banbury is considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our surveillance cameras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's trolleys when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine products aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in house wares..... and watched what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor gas stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he began to cry and asked, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, picked his nose, and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the House wares aisle, asked an assistant if he knew where the anti-depressants were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practised the 'Madonna look' using different size funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled 'PICK ME!' 'PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, assumed the foetal position and screamed 'NO! NO! It's those voices again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And; last, but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door and waited a while, then yelled, very loudly, 'There is no toilet paper in here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids Are Quick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America .&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: Maria.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD: H I J K L M N O.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;WINNIE: Me!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with ' I. '&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: I is..&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.'&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.' _________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louis, do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Clyde, your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD: A teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor in Dublin wanted to get off work and go fishing, so he approached his assistant Murphy who was a young trainee medical student.&lt;br /&gt;'Murphy, I am going fishin' tomorrah and I'm not wantin' t'close de clinic. I'll be wantin' you to take care of de clinic and take care of all me patients so I am'.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, sur!' says Murphy. 'That'll not be a problen so it wont.'&lt;br /&gt;The doctor goes fishing and returns the following day and asks:&lt;br /&gt;' So, Murphy, how wuz yor day?'&lt;br /&gt;Murphy told him that he only took care of three patients.&lt;br /&gt;'The first one had a headache so he did, so I gave him some Paracetamol.'&lt;br /&gt;'Bravo Murphy lad, and the second one?' asks the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;'The second one had indigestion and I so gave him Gaviscon, so I did sur,' says Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;'Bravo, bravo! You're good at this, and what about the tird one?' asks the doctor..&lt;br /&gt;'Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door flies open and a gorgeous young woman borsts in so she does.  She tears off her clothes, taking off everyting including her bra and her panties and lies down on the table, spreading her legs and shouts: 'HELP ME for the love of St Patrick!&lt;br /&gt;For five years I have not seen a man!''&lt;br /&gt;'Tunderin' lard Jesus Murphy, what did you do?' asks the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;'I examined her for cataracts and I put drops in her eyes so I did.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-1237450711896478447?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/1237450711896478447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=1237450711896478447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1237450711896478447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1237450711896478447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/10/teacher-gave-her-class-of-11-year-olds.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-9504634334428957</id><published>2008-09-26T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:29:19.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dave and Jim were a couple of drinking buddies who worked as aircraft mechanics in Melbourne. One day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar with nothing to do. Dave said, 'Man, I wish we had something to drink!'&lt;br /&gt;Jim says, 'Me too. Y'know, I've heard you can drink jet fuel and geta buzz. You wanna try it?'&lt;br /&gt;So they pour themselves a couple of glasses of high octane booze and get completely smashed. The next morning Dave wakes up and is surprised at how good he feels. In fact he feels GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. Nothing! Then the phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;It's Jim, who says, 'Hey, how do you feel this morning?'&lt;br /&gt;Dave says, 'I feel great, how about you?'&lt;br /&gt;Jim says, 'I feel great, too. You don't have a hangover?'&lt;br /&gt;Dave says, 'No, that jet fuel is great stuff -- no hangover, nothing. We ought to do this more often.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, well there's just one thing.'&lt;br /&gt;'What's that?'&lt;br /&gt;'Have you farted yet?'&lt;br /&gt;'No.'&lt;br /&gt;'Well, DON'T, 'cause I'm in Perth!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Irish farmer named Seamus had a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;In court, the lorry company's hot-shot solicitor was questioning Seamus: 'Didn't you say to the Police at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine?' Asked the solicitor.&lt;br /&gt;Seamus responded: 'Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favourite cow, Bessie, into the...'&lt;br /&gt;'I didn't ask for any details', the solicitor interrupted. 'Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?'&lt;br /&gt;Seamus said, 'well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road.....'&lt;br /&gt;The solicitor interrupted again and said, 'Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to&lt;br /&gt;simply answer the question.'&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Seamus's answer and said to the solicitor: 'I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favourite cow, Bessie'.&lt;br /&gt;Seamus thanked the Judge and proceeded: 'Well, as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favourite cow, into the trailer and was driving her down the road when this huge lorry and trailer came through a stop sign and hit my trailer right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurt, very bad like, and didn't want to move. However, I could hear old Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible pain just by her groans. Shortly after the accident, a policeman on a motorbike turned up. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the policeman came across the road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, 'How are you feeling?' Now what the F*ck would you have said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us who feel only the deepest love and affection for the way computers have enhanced our lives(!!!), read on. At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), 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 $25.00 cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.'&lt;br /&gt;In response to Bill's comments, General Motors issued a press release stating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all 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 in 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. You would have to pull to the side of the road, close all of the windows, shut off the car, restart it and reopen the windows before you could continue. For some reason you would simply accept this.&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, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, was reliable, five times as fast and twice as easy to drive - but would run on only five percent of the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The oil, water temperature, and alternator warning lights would all be replaced by a single 'This Car Has Performed An Illegal Operation' warning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;. The airbag system would ask 'Are you sure?' before deploying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 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;9. Every time a new car was introduced, 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;10. You'd have to press the 'Start' button to turn the engine off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having trouble with my computer.&lt;br /&gt;So I called Braden, the 11 year old next door whose bedroom looks like Mission Control, and asked him to come over.&lt;br /&gt;Braden clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong?'&lt;br /&gt;He replied, 'It was an 'ID ten T' error.'&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, 'An, 'ID ten T' error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again.'&lt;br /&gt;Braden grinned.... 'Haven't you ever heard of an 'ID ten T' error before?'&lt;br /&gt;'No,' I replied.&lt;br /&gt;'Write it down,' he said, 'and I think you'll figure it out.'&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T...&lt;br /&gt;I used to like the little shit . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-9504634334428957?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/9504634334428957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=9504634334428957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/9504634334428957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/9504634334428957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/09/dave-and-jim-were-couple-of-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-754546704945501502</id><published>2008-09-16T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:05:20.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The love story of Ralph and Edna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;br /&gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, "Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged: Since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love, I have concluded that your act displays soundness of mind. The bad news is, Ralph, hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;Edna replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple in their seventies went to a sex therapist's office in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked, "What can I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, "Will you watch us have sex?"&lt;br /&gt;The doctor looked puzzled, but agreed.&lt;br /&gt;When the couple had finished, the doctor said, "There's nothing wrong with the way you have sex," and charged them $50.&lt;br /&gt;This happened several weeks in a row. The couple would make an appointment, have sex with no problems, pay the doctor, and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the doctor asked, "just exactly what are you trying to find out?"&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, "We're not trying to find out anything. She's married and we can't go to her house. I'm married and we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $90. The Hilton charges $170. We do it here for $50 and I get $43 back from Medicare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy nightie. "Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want."&lt;br /&gt;So he tied her up and went golfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!"&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, "Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't matter," she said. "Just get out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Polish immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license. First, of course, he had to take an eye sight test. The optician showed him a card with the letters: 'C Z W I X N O S T A C Z.'&lt;br /&gt;"Can you read this?" The optician asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Read it?" The Polish guy replied, "I know the guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them,"I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God," said an elderly nun at the back. "I'm so tired of chardonnay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly her husband burst into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;"Careful," he said, "CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful . CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"&lt;br /&gt;The wife stared at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PETS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dog's Diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm - Dinner! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;11:00pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cat's Diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 983 of my captivity.&lt;br /&gt;My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.&lt;br /&gt;They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.&lt;br /&gt;I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;A lady walks into a high class jewellery shop. She browses around, spots a beautiful diamond bracelet and walks over to inspect it. As she bends over to look more closely she inadvertently breaks wind. Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little accident and prays that a sales person doesn't pop up right now. As she turns around, her worst nightmare materialises in the form of a salesman standing right behind her. Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greets the lady with, 'Good day, Madam. How may we help you today?'&lt;br /&gt;Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may just not have been there at the time of her little 'accident', she asks, 'Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?'&lt;br /&gt;He answers, 'Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you're going to shit yourself when I tell you the price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-754546704945501502?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/754546704945501502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=754546704945501502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/754546704945501502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/754546704945501502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-story-of-ralph-and-edna-ralph-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-5997505160924378079</id><published>2008-09-12T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T04:56:37.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three dead bodies turn up at the mortuary, all with very big smiles on their faces. The coroner calls the police to tell them what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Coroner tells the Inspector:&lt;br /&gt;'First body: An Italian , 60, died of heart failure while with his mistress hence the enormous smile.'&lt;br /&gt;'Second body: Scotsman, 25, won a thousand pounds on the lottery, spent it all on whisky, died of alcohol poisoning, hence the smile.'&lt;br /&gt;The Inspector asked, 'what of the third body?'&lt;br /&gt;'Ah.' says the coroner, 'This is the most unusual one. Billy Earl, the Newfie, 30, struck by lightning.'&lt;br /&gt;'Why is he smiling then?' Inquires the Inspector.&lt;br /&gt;'Thought he was having his picture taken.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.You give one to your neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMUNISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.The State takes both and gives you some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASCISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.The State takes both and sells you some milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAZISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.The State takes both and shoots you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRATISM&lt;br /&gt;You have 2 cows.The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.You sell one and buy a bull.Your herd multiplies and the economy grows.You sell them and retire on the income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURREALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two giraffes.The government requires you to take harmonica lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public then buys your bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRENCH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.You go on strike, organise a riot and block the roads because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.You re-design them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You decide to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 2 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you. You charge the owners for storing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity. You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INDIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. You worship them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BRITISH CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows.Both are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN IRAQI CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks you have lots of cows. You tell them that you have none. No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country. You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of Democracy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. Business seems pretty good. You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;You have two cows. The one on the left looks very attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two choices in life: You can stay single and be miserable, or get married and wish you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, 'Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I am. I married the wrong man.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady inserted an ad in the classifieds: 'Husband Wanted'. Next day she received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman steals your husband,there is no better revenge than to let her keep him.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is incomplete until she is married. Then she is finished .&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his father, 'Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?'&lt;br /&gt;Father replied, 'I don't know son, I'm still paying.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young son asked, 'Is it true Dad, that in some parts of Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?'&lt;br /&gt;Dad replied, 'That happens in every country, son.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a woman who said, 'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married, and by then, it was too late.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your spouse to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say -- talk in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they had no faults at all.&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First guy says, 'My wife's an angel!'&lt;br /&gt;Second guy remarks, 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman's Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I pray for: Wisdom to understand a man, to Love and to forgive him, and for Patience for his moods. Because Lord, if I pray for Strength I'll just beat him to death'&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and only the wife and the nine kids are able to fit onto the bus, so the husband and the blind man decide to walk.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man as he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him, 'Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick? That ticking sound is driving me crazy.'&lt;br /&gt;The blind man replies, 'If you had put a rubber at the end of YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus, so shut the hell up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A British passenger in a taxi in Dublin leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped&lt;br /&gt;him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up&lt;br /&gt;over the curb, and stopped just inches from the edge of the bridge over the Liffey River. For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver&lt;br /&gt;said, 'Be-Jesus, I'm sorry, but you scared the devil out of me.'&lt;br /&gt;The frightened Brit apologized to the driver and said he didn't realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten an Irishman so much.&lt;br /&gt;The driver replied, ' Will the Saints in Heaven forgive me, it's entirely my fault. Today is my first day driving a cab................... I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-5997505160924378079?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/5997505160924378079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=5997505160924378079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5997505160924378079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/5997505160924378079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-dead-bodies-turn-up-at-mortuary.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-1554872019013675791</id><published>2008-08-13T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:47:08.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Important Zen teachings:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.  Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow.  Do not walk beside me for the path is narrow.  In fact, just Piss off and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sex is like air.  It's not important unless you aren't getting any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No one is listening until you Fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Always remember you're unique.  Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you think nobody cares whether you're alive or dead, try missing a couple of mortgage payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Before you criticise someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.  That way, when you criticise them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day.  Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you lend someone £20 and never see that person again, it was probably well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Some days you are the bug; some days you are the wind screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't worry; it only seems kinky the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Good judgement comes from bad experience, and most of that comes from bad judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A closed mouth gathers no foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. There are two theories to arguing with women.  Neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We are born naked, wet and hungry, and get slapped on our arse ... then things just get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was testing the children in my local Sunday school class to see if  they understood the concept of getting to Heaven.  I asked them, 'If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into Heaven?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'NO!' the children answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the garden, and kept  everything neat and tidy, would that get me into Heaven?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the answer was, 'NO!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I was starting to smile.  Hey, this was fun!  'Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave sweets to all the children, and loved my wife would that get me into Heaven?' I asked them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, they all answered, 'NO!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just bursting with pride for them.'  Well,' I continued, 'then how can I get into Heaven?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A six-year-old boy from Glasgow shouted out, 'YOU'VE GOT TAE BE  F^CKIN' DEID FURST'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, a self-important college freshman attending a recent football game took it upon himself to explain to a senior citizen sitting next to him why it was impossible for the older generation to understand his generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You grew up in a different world, actually an almost primitive one' the student said, loud enough for many of those nearby to hear.  'The young people of today grew up with television, jet planes, space travel, man walking on the moon.  Our space probes have visited mars.  We have nuclear energy, ships and electric and hydrogen cars, cell phones.  Computers with light-speed processing... and more .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief silence the senior citizen responded as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're right, son.  We didn't have those things when we were young .... so we invented them.  Now, you arrogant little twerp what are you doing for the next generation?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The applause was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy goes to the Council to apply for a job  in the workshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer asks him, 'Have you been in the armed services?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' he says 'I was in the army for three years and served in Iraq.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer says, 'That will give you extra points toward employment' and then asks, 'Are you disabled in any way?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, 'Yes .. very ... a mortar round exploded near me and blew my testicles off.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer tells the guy, 'OK.  I can hire you right now.  The hours are from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM.  You can start tomorrow.  Come in at 10:00 AM'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is puzzled and says, 'If the hours are from 8:00 AM to 4:00PM then why do you want me to come in at 10:00 AM?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is a council job', the interviewer replies, 'For the first two hours we sit around scratching our balls....... no point in you coming in for that now is there!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-1554872019013675791?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/1554872019013675791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=1554872019013675791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1554872019013675791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/1554872019013675791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/08/important-zen-teachings-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6449074021610043860</id><published>2008-08-08T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T04:47:49.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Results of recent research in Australia shows that there are 7 kinds of sex: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 1st kind of sex is called: Smurf Sex&lt;/strong&gt;.* This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are blue in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 2nd kind of sex is called: Kitchen Sex&lt;/strong&gt;.* This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so needy you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 3rd kind of sex is called: Bedroom Sex&lt;/strong&gt;.* This is when you have been with your partner for a long time.  Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 4th kind of sex is called: Hallway Sex&lt;/strong&gt;.* This is when you have been with your partner for too long.  When you pass each other in theHall way you both say 'screw you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 5th kind of sex is called: Religious Sex&lt;/strong&gt;.* Which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night. (Very Popular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 6th kind is called Courtroom Sex.*&lt;/strong&gt; This is when you cannot stand your wife anymore. She takes you to court and screws you in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And; Last, but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 7th kind of sex is called:  Australian Pension Sex&lt;/strong&gt;.* You get a little each month, but not enough to enjoy your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Degrees of Blonde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DEGREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2 in the morning.  The wife (undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone, listened a moment and said 'How should I know, that's 200 miles from here!' and hung up. &lt;br /&gt;The husband said, 'Who was that?'&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, 'I don't know, some woman wanting to know if the coast is clear.&lt;br /&gt;'`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND DEGREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blondes are walking down the street.  One notices a compact onthe sidewalk and leans down to pick it up.  She opens it, looks in the mirror and says, 'Hmm, this person looks familiar.'&lt;br /&gt;The second blonde says, 'Here, let me see!'&lt;br /&gt;So the first blonde hands her the compact.  The second one looks in the mirror and says, 'You dummy, it's me!&lt;br /&gt;'`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,. -:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRD DEGREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she goes out and buys a gun.  She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opens the door she finds him in the arms of a redhead.  Well, the blonde is really angry.  She opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with grief.  She takes the gun and puts it to her head.  The boyfriend yells, 'No, honey, don't do it!!!'&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replies, 'Shut up, you're next!'&lt;br /&gt;`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOURTH DEGREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde was bragging about her knowledge of state capitals.  She proudly says, 'Go ahead and ask me, I know all of them.'&lt;br /&gt;A friend says, 'OK, what's the capital of Wisconsin?'&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replies, 'Oh, that's easy: W.&lt;br /&gt;'`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIFTH DEGREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;'Is it mine?'&lt;br /&gt;'`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIXTH DEGREE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized.  She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime.  The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio and a K-9 unit, patrolling nearby, was the first to respond.  As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the steps.  Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, 'I come home to find all my possessions stolen.  I call the police for help, and what do they do?  They send me a BLIND policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' `´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*:-.,_,-:*´`´*:-.,_,.-:*´`´*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.  'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside.  I just finished cleaning..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me RELIGION.  'You better pray that will come out of the carpet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.  'If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me LOGIC.  'Because I said so, that's why.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.  'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.  'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me IRONY.  'Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.  'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.  'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.  'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 My mother taught me about WEATHER.  'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.  'If I told you once, I've told you a million times.  Don't exaggerate!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.  'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.'  Stop acting like your father'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mother taught me about ENVY.  'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.  'Just wait until we get home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.  'You are going to get it when you get home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.  'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My mother taught me ESP.  'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My mother taught me HUMOR.  'When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.  'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never growup.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My mother taught me GENETICS.  'You're just like your father.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.  'Shut that door behind you.  Do you think you were born in a barn?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My mother taught me WISDOM.  'When you get to be my age you'll understand.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. My mother taught me about JUSTICE.  'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Pam Ayres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers &lt;br /&gt;Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers&lt;br /&gt;Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning&lt;br /&gt;It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning&lt;br /&gt;And those dirty memories are rapidly dimming&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos tits can be such troublesome things&lt;br /&gt;When they no longer bounce, but dangle and swing&lt;br /&gt;And although they go well with my Bingo wings&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd looked after me tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're both long enough to tie up in a bow&lt;br /&gt;When it's not the sweet chariot that swings low&lt;br /&gt;When they're less of a friend and more of a foe&lt;br /&gt;Then I wish I'd looked after me tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I got whistles and hoots&lt;br /&gt;From the men on the site to the men in the suits&lt;br /&gt;Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I rode bikes and scooters&lt;br /&gt;Cruising around with my favourite suitors&lt;br /&gt;Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd looked after me tits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they follow behind and get trapped in the door&lt;br /&gt;When they're less in the air and more near the floor&lt;br /&gt;When people see less of them rather than more&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6449074021610043860?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6449074021610043860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6449074021610043860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6449074021610043860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6449074021610043860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/08/results-of-recent-research-in-australia.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6187424574927196261</id><published>2008-08-03T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:57:16.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, are reunited at a party.&lt;br /&gt;After several drinks, one of the men had to use the restroom.  Those who remained talked about their kids. &lt;br /&gt;The first guy said, 'My son is my pride and joy.  He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company.  He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;The second guy said, 'Darn, that's terrific!  My son is also my pride and joy.  He started working for a big airline, and then went to flight school to become a pilot.  Eventually he became a partner in the company.  He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;The third man said: 'Well, that's terrific!  My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer.  Then he started his own construction company and is now a multi millionaire.  He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday:  A 30,000 square foot mansion.'&lt;br /&gt;The three friends congratulated each other just as the fourth returned from the restroom and asked: 'What are all the congratulations for?'&lt;br /&gt;One of the three said: 'We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. .....What about your son?'&lt;br /&gt;The fourth man replied: 'My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub.'&lt;br /&gt;The three friends said: 'What a shame...what a disappointment.'&lt;br /&gt;The fourth man replied: 'No, I'm not ashamed.  He's my son and I love him.  And he hasn't done too badly either.  His birthday was two weeks ago, and he received a beautiful 30,000 square foot mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes from his three boyfriends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the tax year, the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the books of a synagogue.  While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said, 'I notice you buy a lot of candles.  What do you do with the candle drippings?''&lt;br /&gt;'Good question,' noted the Rabbi.  'We save them up and send them back to the candle makers and every now and then they send us a free box of candles.'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh,' replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that this unusual question had a practical answer. &lt;br /&gt;But on he went, in his obnoxious way, 'What about all these biscuit purchases.  What do you do with the crumbs?'&lt;br /&gt;'Ah, yes,' replied the Rabbi, realizing that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question.  'We collect them and send them back to the manufacturers and every now and then they send a free box of holy biscuits.'&lt;br /&gt;'I see,' replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know-it-all Rabbi.  'Well, Rabbi,' he went on, 'what do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?''&lt;br /&gt;'Here, too, we do not waste,' answered the Rabbi. 'What we do is save up all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office and about once a year they send us a complete dick'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Husband takes his wife to play her first game of golf.....&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the wife promptly whacked her first shot right through the window of the biggest house adjacent to the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband cringed, 'I warned you to be careful!  Now we'll have to go up there, find the owner, apologise and see how much your lousy drive is going to cost us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the couple walked up to the house and knocked on the door.  A warm voice said, 'Come on in.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they opened the door they saw the damage that was done:  Glass was all over the place, and a broken antique bottle was lying on its side near the broken window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man reclining on the couch asked, 'Are you the people that broke my window?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh...yeah, sir.  We're really sorry about that,' the husband replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually I want to thank you... You see, I'm a genie , and I've been trapped in that bottle for a thousand years.  Now that you've released me, I'm allowed to grant three wishes.  I'll give you each one wish, but if you don't mind, I'll keep the last one for myself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow, that's great!' the husband said.  He pondered a moment then blurted out, 'I'd like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No problem,' said the genie. 'You've got it, it's the least I can do. And I'll guarantee you a long, healthy life!'&lt;br /&gt;'And now you, young lady, what do you want?' the genie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'd like to own a gorgeous home complete with servants in every country in the world,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Consider it done,' the genie said. 'And your homes will always be safe from fire, burglary and natural disasters!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And now,' the couple asked in unison, what's your wish, genie?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle and haven't been with a woman in more than a thousand years, my wish is to have sex with your wife..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looked at his wife and said, 'Gee, honey, you know we both now have a fortune, and all those houses. What do you think?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mulled it over for a few moments and said, 'You know, you're right. Considering our good fortune, I guess I wouldn't mind, but what about you, honey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know I love you sweetheart,' said the husband. 'I'd do the same for you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the genie and the woman went upstairs where they spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other in every way.  After about three hours of non-stop sex, the genie rolled over and looked directly into her eyes and asked, 'How old are you and your husband?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why, we're both 35,' she responded breathlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' NO SHIT?'  He said, 'Thirty-five years old and you both still believe in genies?'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o'clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.&lt;br /&gt;"Not a chance," says the husband, "it's 3 o'clock in the morning!" He slams the door and returns to bed.&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that?" asked his wife.&lt;br /&gt;"Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you help him?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I did not, it's 3 o' clock in the morning and it is pouring out there!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you have a short memory," says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?  I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain. "Yes" comes the answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still need a push?", the husband asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?" asks the husband.&lt;br /&gt;"Over here on the swing!" replies the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6187424574927196261?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6187424574927196261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6187424574927196261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6187424574927196261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6187424574927196261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/08/four-friends-who-hadnt-seen-each-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-6737713469759270935</id><published>2008-07-25T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:21:22.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A boy asks his granny, 'Have you seen my pills, they were labeledLSD?'&lt;br /&gt;Granny replies, 'stuff the pills, have you seen the dragons in thekitchen?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Billy asks his dad for a telly in his room.&lt;br /&gt;Dad reluctantly agrees.&lt;br /&gt;Next day Billy comes downstairs and asks,'Dad, what's lovejuice?'&lt;br /&gt;Dad looks horrified and tells Billy all about sex.&lt;br /&gt;Billy just sat there with his mouth open in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;Dad says: 'So what were you watchin'?&lt;br /&gt;Billy says, ' Wimbledon .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman standing nude in front of a mirror, says to her&lt;br /&gt;husband, 'I look horrible, I feel fat &amp;amp; ugly, pay me a compliment.'&lt;br /&gt;He replies: 'Your eyesight is perfect.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife gets naked &amp;amp; asks hubby,' What turns you on more,&lt;br /&gt;my pretty face or my sexy body?'&lt;br /&gt;Hubby looks her up &amp;amp; down and replies: 'Your sense of humour!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple were attending Mass. About halfway through, the wife leans over and says to her husband,' I just let out a silent fart; what do you think I should do?'&lt;br /&gt;He replies, 'Put a new battery in your hearing aid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer stopped by the local mechanic shop to have his truck fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home. On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and a gallon of paint. He then stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose.&lt;br /&gt;However, struggling outside the store he now had a problem - how to carry his entire purchases home. While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost.&lt;br /&gt;She asked, 'Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?'&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, 'Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to that house. I would walk you there but I can't carry this lot.'&lt;br /&gt;The old lady suggested, 'Why don't you put the can of paint in the bucket. Carry the bucket in one hand; put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?'&lt;br /&gt;'Why thank you very much,' he said and proceeded to walk the old girl home.&lt;br /&gt;On the way he says, 'Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time.' The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, 'I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall and have your way with me?'&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, 'Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, a gallon of paint, two chickens and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?'&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied, 'Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the paint on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commemorate her 69th birthday , actress/vocalist, Julie Andrews made a special appearance at Manhattan 's Radio City Music Hall for the benefit of the AARP.&lt;br /&gt;One of the musical numbers she performed was 'My Favorite Things', from the legendary movie 'Sound Of Music'.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics she used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sing it, it's especially funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting&lt;br /&gt;Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings&lt;br /&gt;Bundles of magazines tied up in string&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadillacs and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses&lt;br /&gt;Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses&lt;br /&gt;Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, when the knees go bad&lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions&lt;br /&gt;No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions&lt;br /&gt;Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin'&lt;br /&gt;Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin'&lt;br /&gt;And we won't mention our short shrunken frames&lt;br /&gt;When we remember our favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the joints ache, when the hips break, when the eyes grow dim&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the great life I've had&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ms. Andrews received a standing ovation from the crowd that lasted over four minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family.&lt;br /&gt;On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'&lt;br /&gt;'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'&lt;br /&gt;'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.&lt;br /&gt;After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'&lt;br /&gt;'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.' 'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'&lt;br /&gt;'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'&lt;br /&gt;'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'&lt;br /&gt;'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.&lt;br /&gt;The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.&lt;br /&gt;'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'&lt;br /&gt;'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'&lt;br /&gt;'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'&lt;br /&gt;'It's true, Ma'am, yes. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.' '&lt;br /&gt;Tripod?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith fainted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-6737713469759270935?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/6737713469759270935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=6737713469759270935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6737713469759270935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/6737713469759270935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-asks-his-granny-have-you-seen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-8932857675906039000</id><published>2008-07-10T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:13:35.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a genuine complaint to Devon &amp;amp; Cornwall Police Force from an angry member ofthe public &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; True email sent to the force, lengthy but brilliantly written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service,&lt;br /&gt;Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead.  Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.  As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in St Marys Crescent, which is just off St Marys Road in Bodmin.  Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite.  This causes an earth shattering CLANG! which rings throughout the entire building.  This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.  The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins.  One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed.  I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of calor gas that is lying on its side between the two bins.  If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it.  I would even go so far as to lend them the matches.  Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.  What I suggest is this - after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again.  This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.  I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.  I remain sir, your obedient servant ???????&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mr ??????, I have read your e-mail and understand you frustration at the problems caused by youths playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.  As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you.  Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.  Regards PC ? Community Beat Officer&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear PC ?  First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail.   16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Bodmin Police station, and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.  Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own community beat officer.  May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills?  In the five or so years I have lived in St Marys Crescent, I have never seen you.   Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself?  Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin?  It's surely only a matter of time before you are headhunted by MI5.  Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Bodmin, such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these twats that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere.  The pitch on Fairpark Road, or the one at Priory Park are both within spitting distance as is the bottom of the Par Dock.    Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on &lt;date&gt; If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Cat and Fiddle Pub. &lt;br /&gt;Regards ?&lt;br /&gt;P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the cleansing department, with whom I am also in contact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from newshound Dave Barry's colonoscopy journal:&lt;br /&gt; ... I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenteritis, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy.  A few days later, in his office, Andy showed  me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis.  Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.  I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BUTT!' &lt;br /&gt;I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven.  I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies.  I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.  Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation.  In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I  had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor.  Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep.  You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water.  (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.)  Then you have to drink the whole jug.  This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - (and here I am being kind)- like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.  The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose watery bowel movement may result.'  This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.  MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but:  Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch?  This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle.  There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt.  You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently.  You eliminate everything.  And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future, and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.  After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep.  The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic.  I was very nervous.  Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage.  I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?'  How do you apologize to a friend for something like that?  Flowers would not be enough.  At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said.  Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on,  makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.  Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand.  Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down.  Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.  At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode.  You would have no choice but to burn your house.  When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist.  I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere.  I was seriously nervous at this point.  Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA.  I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' has to be the least appropriate. 'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha ha,' I said.  And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade.  If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.  I have no idea.  Really.  I slept through it.  One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, Feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood.  Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt.  I felt excellent.  I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that it was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors.  I have never been prouder of an internal organ. &lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE WRITER:  Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk guy falls asleep on the beach for several hours and gets a horrible sunburn.  He goes to the hospital and is promptly admitted after being diagnosed with second-degree burns.  With his skin already starting to blister and the severe pain he was in, the doctor prescribes continuous intravenous feeding with saline, electrolytes, a sedative, and a Viagra pill everyf our hours.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse, who is rather astounded, asks, 'What good will Viagra do for him, Doctor?'&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replied, 'It'll keep the sheets off his legs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family.  On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.' &lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'&lt;br /&gt;'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'&lt;br /&gt;'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped.  Please come in and have a seat'.&lt;br /&gt;After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'&lt;br /&gt;'Leave everything to me.  I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed.  And sometimes the living room floor is fun.  You can really spread out there.' 'Bathtub, living room floor?  No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'&lt;br /&gt;'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time.  But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'&lt;br /&gt;'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith. 'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time.  I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'&lt;br /&gt;'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.&lt;br /&gt;The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures.  'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said. 'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat. 'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'&lt;br /&gt;'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I'm afraid so.  I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right.  People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'&lt;br /&gt;'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too.  The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.  Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'&lt;br /&gt;'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'&lt;br /&gt;'Tripod?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes, Ma'am.  I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.  It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-8932857675906039000?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/8932857675906039000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=8932857675906039000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8932857675906039000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/8932857675906039000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-genuine-complaint-to-devon.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-7891965877082132275</id><published>2008-07-04T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:52:40.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch.  Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble.  In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch they need to purchase a bull so that they can breed their own stock. &lt;br /&gt;Upon leaving to check out a good prospect, the brunette tells her sister, 'Now, when I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette arrives at the man's ranch, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;After paying him the $599 asking price, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news.  She walks into the telegraph office and says, 'I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch.  I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then adds, ' It's just 99 cents a word.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette has only $1 left, meaning she'll only be able to send her sister a one-word message.  After thinking for a few minutes, she nods and says, 'I want you to send her the word...'comfortable'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The telegraph operator shakes his head.  'How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her the word, 'comfortable?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The brunette explains, 'My sister's a blonde.  The word's big.  She'll read it slowly...out loud... ('com-for-da-bul').'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lucy went out into the garden and saw her cat Tiddles lying onthe ground with its eyes shut and its legs in the air. She fetched her Dad to look at Tiddles, and on seeing the cat he said, as gently as he could, 'I'm afraid Tiddles is dead, Lucy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So why are his legs sticking up in the air like that, Daddy?' asked Lucy, as she fought back the tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a loss for something to say the father replied, 'Tiddles' legs are pointing straight up in the air so that it will be easier for Jesus to float down from heaven above and grab a leg and lift Tiddles up to heaven.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lucy seemed to take her Tiddles death quite well.  However, two days later when her father came home from work Lucy had tears in her eyes and said, 'Mummy almost died this morning'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearing something terrible had happened, the father shook the girl and shouted, 'How do you mean Lucy? Tell Daddy!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well', mumbled Lucy, 'soon after you left for work this morning I saw mummy lying on the floor with her legs in the air and she was shouting,  'Oh Jesus!!! I'm coming, I'm coming!!!' and if it hadn't been for the milkman holding her down she would definitely have gone, Daddy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell, so I always have a few sessions with my students.  It helps them get over shyness and usually show-and-tell is pretty tame.  Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them.  If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.  She holds up a snapshot of an infant:&lt;br /&gt; 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.  First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there.  He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing there with her hands on the pillow and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me.  The kids are watching her in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My Dad called the middle wife.  She delivers babies but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man.  They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And then, pop!  My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away.  It was too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe.' They started counting, but never even got past ten.  Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother.  He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said was from Mom's play-center, so there must be a lot of toys inside there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I applauded the loudest.  Ever since then, when it's show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another 'Middle Wife' comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know, this is an old'un, but thought it was worth an airing again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is&lt;br /&gt;worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote 'The Hokie Cokey' died peacefully at the age of 93.  The most&lt;br /&gt;traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.  They put his left leg in.  And then the trouble started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076002-7891965877082132275?l=thefunnyfile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/feeds/7891965877082132275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076002&amp;postID=7891965877082132275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7891965877082132275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076002/posts/default/7891965877082132275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefunnyfile.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-sisters-one-blonde-and-one-brunette.html' title=''/><author><name>Miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056075800387940756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ut--Ji_ECP8/TBHzPGUUChI/AAAAAAAAABg/BLdpvfOsUSs/S220/Emp+Portrait+May%2710.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076002.post-3618785731864468358</id><published>2008-06-27T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:22:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An Essex girl goes to the council to register for child benefit.&lt;br /&gt;'How many children?' asks the council worker.&lt;br /&gt;'10' replies the Essex girl.&lt;br /&gt;'10?' says the council worker. 'What are their names?'&lt;br /&gt;'Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne and Wayne.'&lt;br /&gt;'Doesn't that get confusing?'&lt;br /&gt;'Naah...' says the Essex girl 'its great because if they are out playing in the street I just have to shout WAAYNE, YER DINNER'S READY, or WAAYNE GO TO BED NOW and they all do it...'&lt;br /&gt;'What if you want to speak to one individually?' says the perturbed council worker.&lt;br /&gt;'That's easy,' says the Essex girl... 'I just use their surnames.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Essex girl walks into the local dry cleaners.  She places a garment on the counter. 'I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to pick up my dress.' she says.&lt;br /&gt;'Come again?' says the clerk, cupping his ear.&lt;br /&gt;'No' she replies. 'This time it's mayonnaise.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;Essex Girl enters a sex shop &amp;amp; asks for a vibrator.The man says 'Choose from our range on the wall.' &lt;br /&gt;She says 'I'll take the red one.'&lt;br /&gt;The man replies 'That's a fire extinguisher.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;An Essex girl is involved in a nasty car crash and is trapped and bleeding. The paramedics soon arrive on site.&lt;br /&gt;Medic: 'It's OK I'm a paramedic and I'm going to ask you some questions?'&lt;br /&gt;Girl: 'OK'&lt;br /&gt;Medic: 'What's your name?'&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ' Sharon .'&lt;br /&gt;Medic: 'OK Sharon , is this your car?'&lt;br /&gt;Sharon : 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;Medic: 'Where are you bleeding from?'&lt;br /&gt;Sharon : 'Romford, mate.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;An Essex girl was driving down the A13 when her car phone rang.  It was her boyfriend, urgently warning her, 'Treacle, I just heard on the news that there's a car going the wrong way on the A13.  Please be careful!'&lt;br /&gt;'It's not just one car!' said the Essex girl, 'There's f*cking hundreds of them!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;Another Essex girl was involved in a serious crash; there's Blood everywhere. The paramedics arrive and drag the girl out of the car till she's lying flat out on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Medic: 'OK, I'm going to check if you're concussed.'&lt;br /&gt;Sharon : 'Ok.'&lt;br /&gt;Medic: 'How many fingers am I putting up?'&lt;br /&gt;Sharon : 'Oh my god, I'm paralysed from the waist down!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;An Essex girl and an Irish guy are in a bar when the Essex Girl notices something strange about the wellies the Irish guy is wearing. She says, 'Scuse me mate, I ain't being funny or nuffink, but why doz one of your wellies 'ave an L on it and the uva one's got an R on it?'&lt;br /&gt;The Irish guy smiles, puts down his glass of Guinness and replies, 'Well, I'm a little bit tick you see. The one wit the R on it is for me right foot and the one wit the L is for me Left foot'&lt;br /&gt;'Cor blimey', exclaims the Essex girl, 'So THATS why me knickers 'ave got C&amp;amp;A on them!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Message from John Cleese To:  The  citizens of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of your failure to  nominate competent candidates for President ofthe USA and thus to govern  yourselves, we hereby give notice of therevocation  of your independence,  effective immediately. &lt;br /&gt;Her Sovereign  Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical dutiesover all states,  commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which she does not  fancy).  Your new prime  minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a governor for America without the need  for further elections.  Congress and the Senate will be disbanded.  A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.&lt;br /&gt;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, and check the pronunciation guide.  You will be amazed at  just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'favour' and'neighbour.'  Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the  letters, and the suffix -ize will be replaced by the suffix-ise.  Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels.  (look  up 'vocabulary').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Using the same  twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as 'like' and 'you  know' is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication.  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.  You will re-learn your original national anthem, God Save The  Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 4th will  no longer be celebrated as a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 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;6. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a  vegetable peeler.  A permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All American  cars are hereby banned.  They are crap and this is for your own good.  When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean.  Holden Monaro's are also approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. All  intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and 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.  Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of  humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling  gasoline)-roughly $6/US gallon.  Get used to  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You will  learn to make real chips.  Those things you c
