<?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-14852857</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes I Like</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114541469699998271</id><published>2006-04-18T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:44:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"How have you managed to buy such a luxurious beach house while your income is so low"? asked the tax auditor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the taxpayer answered, "while fishing last summer, I had caught a large golden fish. When I took it off the hook, the fish opened his mouth and  said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am a magical fish. Throw me back to the sea and I'll give you the most luxurious beach house you have ever seen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw the fish back to the sea, and got the beach house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you prove such an unbelievable story"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you can see the beach house, can't you"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114541469699998271?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114541469699998271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114541469699998271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541469699998271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541469699998271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/taxed.html' title='Taxed'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114541445184012075</id><published>2006-04-18T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:40:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreigners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A teacher in a rather backward, rural area in Alabama attempted to　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;broaden the outlook of her class. She asked the students &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to write an essay on his views of foreigners. All turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in more or less acceptable pieces except for little Billy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whose essay, in full, was "All foreigners are bastards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The shocked teacher made no direct comment but devoted her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;next lecture to a description of Greek architecture, Roman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;law, English drama, German music, Italian poetry, Russian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;novels, Chinese philosophy and African sculpture. She then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;asked the class to write another essay on foreigners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When she finally got little Billy's paper it said, in full,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"All foreigners are bastards. Some are clever bastards." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114541445184012075?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114541445184012075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114541445184012075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541445184012075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541445184012075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/foreigners.html' title='Foreigners'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114541442040621575</id><published>2006-04-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:40:20.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A teacher in a rather backward, rural area in Alabama attempted to　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;broaden the outlook of her class. She asked the students &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to write an essay on his views of foreigners. All turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in more or less acceptable pieces except for little Billy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;whose essay, in full, was "All foreigners are bastards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The shocked teacher made no direct comment but devoted her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;next lecture to a description of Greek architecture, Roman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;law, English drama, German music, Italian poetry, Russian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;novels, Chinese philosophy and African sculpture. She then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;asked the class to write another essay on foreigners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When she finally got little Billy's paper it said, in full,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"All foreigners are bastards. Some are clever bastards." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114541442040621575?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114541442040621575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114541442040621575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541442040621575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541442040621575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/teacher-in-rather-backward-rural-area.html' title=''/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114541249337580680</id><published>2006-04-18T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:08:13.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two convicts are released from prison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as they stand at the bus stop waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one ex-con turns to the other and says 'man i'm horny' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the other ex-con replies 'yea me too'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The first ex-con tells the second 'well hey man we've been locked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;awhile and we know how it works. how about you let me do you and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;can do me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The second ex-con agrees, pulls down his pants and the first ex-con does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So then it's the other's turn, and as he starts to mount his fellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ex-con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he starts kissing the back of his neck and gently rubbing his back... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when suddenly the bent over ex-con looks back and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'hey man none of that fag shit'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114541249337580680?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114541249337580680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114541249337580680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541249337580680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114541249337580680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/perception.html' title='Perception'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114524316241911588</id><published>2006-04-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:06:02.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QA Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; was stopped by a policeman for speeding, and does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a lot of pleading, trying to get out of the ticket.  The policeman says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Okay, I'll ask you a question.  If you answer correctly, I'll forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;about the ticket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agreed!" answers the speeder. "You're driving at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;night, and two lights appear in front of you. What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!  But, what kind of car? Is it a Ford? Is it a Chevy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it a Saab, what?", says the policeman, and begins to write the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Give me another chance!" begs the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, but this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your last chance! You fail to answer - you get the ticket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;enough." "You're driving at night, and a light appears in front of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's easy!  It's a motorcycle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure! But, what kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bike? Is it a Honda? A Suzuki? Is it a Harley?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How the hell should I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;know!" answered Ray, exasperatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, you're getting the ticket!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;responded the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well okay.  But let me ask you a question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;too then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go ahead" "You see a bare breasted woman standing at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;curve, bargaining with clients, what is it?" asks the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;easy!" replies the officer. "It's a hooker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!  But, what kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hooker? Is it your mother? Is it your sister? Is it your daughter?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114524316241911588?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114524316241911588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114524316241911588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524316241911588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524316241911588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/qa-session.html' title='QA Session'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114524287967496069</id><published>2006-04-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:01:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick-thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy working in that department &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Walking into the back room, the boy said to the manager, "Some asshole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wants to buy half a head of lettuce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;behind him, so he added, "and this gentleman kindly offered to buy the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;other half."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way. Later the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;manager said to the boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Canada, sir," the boy replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well, why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Really," replied the manager? "My wife is from Canada!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No shit??" replied the boy. "Who'd she play for?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114524287967496069?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114524287967496069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114524287967496069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524287967496069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524287967496069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-thinking.html' title='quick-thinking'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114524267527177763</id><published>2006-04-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:57:55.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All you can eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A small aircraft crash landed in the middle of the desert and the pilot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and copilot wandered around for days and days with nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally the co-pilot announced: "I'm so hungry, I'm going to chop off my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dick and eat it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, don't do that yet," the pilot urged. "Just think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of your girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the point?" the other man said. "At this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rate I will never see her again anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't mean it like that," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the pilot replied. "It's just that if you think of her first, hopefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there will be enough for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114524267527177763?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114524267527177763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114524267527177763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524267527177763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524267527177763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-you-can-eat.html' title='All you can eat'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114524243267070971</id><published>2006-04-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:53:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"You looked troubled," I told my friend, "what's your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I'm going to be a father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's wonderful," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's so wonderful? My wife doesn't know about it  yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114524243267070971?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114524243267070971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114524243267070971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524243267070971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114524243267070971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/04/father.html' title='Father'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114040126170071273</id><published>2006-02-19T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:11:46.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three businessmen were sitting in a bar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;drinking and discussing how stupid their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wives were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first says, "I tell you, my wife is so stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last week she went to the supermarket and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bought $300 worth of meat because it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on sale and we don't even have a fridge big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enough to keep it in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The second agrees that she sounds pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thick, but says his wife is thicker. "Just last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;week, she went out and spent $17,000 on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new car," he laments. "She doesn't even know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how to drive!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The third, a blonde male, nods sagely and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;agrees that these two woman sound like they are pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, he still thinks his wife is dumber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ah, it kills me every time I think of it," he chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"My wife left to go on a trip to Greece. I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;her packing her bags and she must have put about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;100 condoms in there. She doesn't even have a penis!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114040126170071273?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114040126170071273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114040126170071273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114040126170071273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114040126170071273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-wives.html' title='Stupid Wives'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-114040100225316489</id><published>2006-02-19T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:03:22.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An older, white haired man walked into a jewelry store one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;girlfriend. The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;$5,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ring and showed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, "I don't think you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;understand, I want something very special."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At that statement, the jeweler went to his special stock and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;brought another ring over. "Here's a stunning ring at only $40,000," the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;jeweler said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The young lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man seeing this said, "We'll take it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the old man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;stated, by check. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know you need to make sure my check is good, so I'll write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pick the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ring up Monday afternoon," he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Monday morning, a very pissed-off jeweler phoned the old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"There's no money in that account."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I know", said the old man, "but can you imagine the weekend I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;had?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-114040100225316489?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/114040100225316489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=114040100225316489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114040100225316489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/114040100225316489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/lord-of-rings.html' title='Lord of the Rings'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113937843968502989</id><published>2006-02-07T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:01:53.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billie Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three expectant fathers, an American, an African, and a Frenchman were in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the hospital waiting room. A doctor comes in and announces that he has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some good news and some bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The good news is that you each are the father of a healthy baby boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bad news is that we've mixed them up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The three new fathers walk into the nursery. The Frenchman goes right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to the african baby, picks him up and starts rocking him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What are you doing?" the african guy asks, "That is obviously my son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I know," said the Frenchman, "but I didn't accidentally want to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the American kid." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113937843968502989?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113937843968502989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113937843968502989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113937843968502989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113937843968502989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/billie-jean.html' title='Billie Jean'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113937791093628031</id><published>2006-02-07T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:51:50.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was happy.  My girlfriend and I were dating for over a year, and so we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;decided to get married.  My parents helped us in every way; my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;encouraged me, and my girlfriend?  She was a dream! There was only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thing bothering me, quite much indeed, and that was my girlfriend's younger sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She was a career woman, smart, but most of all beautiful and sexy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who sometimes flirted with me, which made me feel uncomfortable. One day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she called me and asked me to come over to check the wedding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;invitations.  So I went.  She was alone, and when I arrived, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;whispered to me, that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;desires for me that she couldn't overcome. So before I got married and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;committed my life to her sister, she wanted to make love to me just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?  I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, she said, I'll  go to the bedroom, and if you are up for it, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;come and get me. I just watched her ass as she went up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;stairs.  I stood there for a moment, and then turned around and went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the front door... I opened it, and stepped out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; was standing outside and with tears in their eyes, and my girlfriend's father hugged me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;said, we are very happy and pleased, you have passed our little test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We couldn't have asked for a better man for our daughter.  Welcome to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Always keep your condoms in your car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113937791093628031?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113937791093628031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113937791093628031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113937791093628031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113937791093628031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/morals.html' title='Morals'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113886355234067501</id><published>2006-02-01T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:59:12.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These questions about Australia were posted on an Australian Tourism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;TV, so how do the plants grow?(UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;them die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street?(USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Depends how much you've been drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney- can Ifollow the railroad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tracks?(Sweden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in Australia? (Sweden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: So its true what they say about Swedes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. Q: It is imperative that I find the names and addresses of places to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;contact for a stuffed porpoise.(Italy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Let's not touch this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in Australia? Can you send me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;list of them in Brisbane, Cairns, Townsville and HerveyBay? (UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: What did your last slave die of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the pacific which does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not ...oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kings Cross. Come naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. Q: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Face south and then turn 90 degrees. Contact us when you get here and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we'll send the rest of the directions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is. .... oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;night in Kings Cross, right after the hippo races. Come naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;11. Q: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: No, WE don't stink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12. Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you tell me where I can sell it in Australia? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13. Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: You are a British politician, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;14. Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;population is smaller than the male population? (Italy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;15. Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia?(France)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Only at Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;16. Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;round? (Germany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter gatherers. Milk is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;illegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;17. Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rattlesnake serum. (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;good pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;18. Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees. (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;19. Q: I was in Australia in 1969 on R+R, and I want to contact the girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross. Can you help? (USA) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;20. Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113886355234067501?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113886355234067501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113886355234067501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886355234067501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886355234067501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/down-under.html' title='Down Under'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113886113711624995</id><published>2006-02-01T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:18:57.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At dawn the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hello, Senor Lucky?  This is Ernesto the caretaker at your country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah  yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Um, I am  just calling to advise you, Senor, that your parrot died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"My parrot?  Dead? The one that won the International competition?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Si,  Senor,that's the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune  on that bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"What did he die from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"From eating rotten  meat, Senor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten  meat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead  horse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Dead horse? What dead horse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The thoroughbred,  Senor Lucky. He died from all that work pulling the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Are you insane? What water cart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The one we used  to put out the fire, Senor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Good Lord! What fire are you talking  about, man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the  curtains caught on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the.....!!! But there's  electricity at the house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What was the candle for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For  the funeral, Senor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your wife's,  Senor...She showed up one night out of the blue and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thought she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; was a thief, so I hit her with your new Tiger Woods Nike Driver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SILENCE...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep  shit!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113886113711624995?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113886113711624995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113886113711624995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886113711624995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886113711624995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/deep-shit.html' title='Deep Shit'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113886070712302244</id><published>2006-02-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:11:47.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justified Profanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A group of nuns were traveling in a car when it had a flat tire. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;got out and attempted to change it, but being rather unworldly, they had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no idea how to go about it. Fortunately, a truck came along and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;driver offered to change it for them. They gratefully accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As the trucker jacked up the car, it slipped from the jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Son-of-a-bitch!" he screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Sir, that is inappropriate language," the eldest nun said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"We understand you're upset, but must you use such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;language?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"My apologies, Sister," he replied, and tried again. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;slipped again and nearly smashed his fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son-of-a-bitch!" he screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Please, sir, we would ask you again to not use such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;language," the nun scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If changing our tire is causing you to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so, perhaps it would be best if you didn't help us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I'm sorry, Sister, but I get so upset that it just comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;out," the trucker replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well," said the nun, "say something else when you get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;upset. Say something like 'Dear Lord, help me'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once more, the trucker attempted to jack up the car and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;again it slipped. He began to blurt out "Son..." but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quickly caught himself and said, "Dear Lord, help me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At that, the car miraculously rose into the air all by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Staring in amazement, the nuns exclaimed, "Son-of-a-bitch!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113886070712302244?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113886070712302244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113886070712302244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886070712302244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886070712302244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/justified-profanity.html' title='Justified Profanity'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113886056923786915</id><published>2006-02-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:09:29.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nipples!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Southeast Treatment Plant, this is Dave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Is this the water department?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes Ma'am, for most of this area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Good. I have some very technical questions to ask you about the water"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll try and help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Why are my nipples getting so hard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're not really serious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I AM SO!! My nipples... they're hard and they have this white coating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;on them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Uhhhh, huh... hard, uhhh, nipples with white, uhh... stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Not only that, they're getting warped!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"They used to be soft, pink and round!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sure they were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Now they really look disgusting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sure they do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"So I want to know what you're going to do about this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really don't think I can help you. Have you discussed this with your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;personal physician?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Yes I have! He said I should call you because he thought it was from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the water!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I see... uhhhh, just why and how does he think the water is causing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"He said cleaning them in boiling water sometimes does that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sounds painful... can't you just sponge them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Painful?! THE BABY BOTTLE NIPPLES ARE THE ONES I'M TALKING ABOUT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;UUUhhhhhh.. Now I understand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Are you going to buy me new ones?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why would we do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Because your water ruined these. My baby won't suck them anymore. He's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;been sick and I think it's from the white stuff... he used to really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;suck..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;May I ask how old your baby is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"He's six, going on seven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Six... and he refuses the bottle? Maybe he's getting a little old for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the bottle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"DON'T TELL ME HOW TO RAISE MY CHILD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wasn't. How long have you been using these nipples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Since he was born"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmmmmm. My guess is the white film is from the calcium carbonate in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;water... kind of like bathtub ring of the nipple... and they are hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and warped because of being boiled and bitten for six years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"So! You are refusing to pay!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, that's not for me to decide. I was only trying to suggest they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;might just be plain worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"THEY WOULDN'T BE WORN OUT IF YOUR WATER WAS ANY GOOD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is really nothing more I can do for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"JUST HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET MY MONEY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, why don't you just run down to our main office. There you can file &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;an insurance claim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"What good would that do? Will they give me the money?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They will investigate and make a judgement whether to settle or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well, you sure haven't been any help! How do I get them to pay more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;attention than you have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just show them your nipples!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113886056923786915?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113886056923786915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113886056923786915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886056923786915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113886056923786915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/02/nipples.html' title='Nipples!'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113765688595854131</id><published>2006-01-18T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:49:35.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A "modern" Islamic couple, preparing for a religious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wedding meets with their Mullah for counseling. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mullah asks if they have any last questions before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The man asks, "We realize it's a tradition in Islam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for men to dance with men, and women to dance with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;women. But, at our wedding reception, we'd like your permission to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dance together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Absolutely not," says the Mullah. "It's immoral. Men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and women always dance separately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"So after the ceremony I can't even dance with my own wife?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"No," answered the Mullah, "It's forbidden in Islam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Well, okay," says the man, "What about sex? Can we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;have sex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Of course!" replies the Mullah, "Allah ho Akbar! Sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is OK within marriage, to have children!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What about different positions?" asks the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Allah ho Akbar! No problem," says the Mullah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Woman on top?" the man asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sure," says the Mullah. "Allah ho Akbar. Go for it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Doggy style?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sure! Allah ho Akbar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"On the kitchen table?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes, yes! Allah ho Akbar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Can we do it with all my four wives together on rubber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sheets with a bottle of hot oil, a couple of vibrators, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;leather harnesses, a bucket of honey and a porno video?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You may indeed. Allah ho Akbar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Can we do it standing up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"No." says the Mullah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Why not?" asks the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Because that could lead to dancing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113765688595854131?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113765688595854131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113765688595854131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113765688595854131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113765688595854131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/dance-mania.html' title='Dance Mania'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113765670512587784</id><published>2006-01-18T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:45:05.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Matrimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A 60 year old man went to a doctor for a check-up. The doctor told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;him, "You're in terrific shape. There's nothing wrong with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you.  Why, you might live forever; you have the body of a 35 year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;old.  By the way, how old was your father when he died?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The 60 year old responded, "Did I say he was dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;surprised and asked, "How old is he and is he very active?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The 60 year old responded, "Well, he is 82 years old and he still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;goes skiing three times a season and surfing three times a week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;during the summer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The doctor couldn't believe it!  So he said, "Well, how old was your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;grandfather when he died?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The 60 year old responded again, "Did I say he was dead?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The doctor was astonished.  He said, "You mean to tell me you are 60 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;years old and both your father and your grandfather are alive?  Is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;your grandfather very active?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The 60 year old said, "He goes skiing at least once a season and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;surfing once a week during the summer.  Not only that," said the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;patient, "my grandfather is 106 years old, and next week he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;getting married again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The doctor said, "At 106 years why on earth would your grandfather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wants to get married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His patient looked up at the doctor and said, "Did I say he wanted to?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113765670512587784?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113765670512587784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113765670512587784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113765670512587784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113765670512587784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/holy-matrimony.html' title='Holy Matrimony'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113756701168956588</id><published>2006-01-17T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:50:11.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dick Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"There were these three guys at the lake, a Tamilian, a Bengali and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a Punjabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tamilian took out his dick, put it in the water, waited a while and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;told the others: "I can feel the temperature of the water. It's 32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;degrees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Celsius".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The other two were amazed. "Let me try", the Bengali said. So he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;put his organ in the water, waited and said: "To be more exact, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;temperature is 32.3 degrees Celsius".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At last the Punjabi said, "Let me have a try". So he took his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;equipment, lowered it into the lake and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've no idea about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;temperature, but the water is 2 feet 9 inches deep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113756701168956588?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113756701168956588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113756701168956588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756701168956588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756701168956588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/dick-tale.html' title='Dick Tale'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113756651769655728</id><published>2006-01-17T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:43:38.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diplomacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The old farmer got a job on the railways as a steward one summer, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first day he accompanied another steward to learn the ropes. "It's very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;simple," said his tutor, "just use diplomacy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What's diplomacy?" asked the old man, as that was something he'd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;needed while farming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Watch me, I'll show you," said the steward-in-charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Off they went down the train corridor, rattling compartment doors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;opening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;them with special keys and offering tea or coffee. When the tutor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;steward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;flung open one door, he was confronted with a buck-naked woman. Without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;batting an eyelid he asked, "Tea or coffee, sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The surprised woman took the cup of tea and he shut the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Wow, did you see that cutie?" said the old professor excitedly. "She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;clothes on! But hey, why did you call her 'sir'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's diplomacy! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not want to embarrass her," said his tutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The old professor was most impressed with his teacher. The next day, on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;own now, he flung open a door to a compartment and found a couple making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Tea or coffee, sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Tea," the man replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And for your brother?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113756651769655728?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113756651769655728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113756651769655728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756651769655728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756651769655728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/diplomacy.html' title='Diplomacy'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113756614142469029</id><published>2006-01-17T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:35:41.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;George returned home late and found a naked man with a hard-on in his wife's bedroom closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hey, what the fuck are you doing in there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I'm riding a bus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That's a fucking stupid thing to say!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well, that's a fucking stupid thing to ask!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113756614142469029?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113756614142469029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113756614142469029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756614142469029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756614142469029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/duh.html' title='Duh'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113756582094908079</id><published>2006-01-17T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:31:23.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some newly-weds arrive to the hotel and the girl tells her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Honey, I don't know nothing of this, can you help me, please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will Honey, starting from this instant, we will call your thing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prison &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and my thing will we call the prisoner, so... we will put the prisoner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;prison"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And they throw the first one. and the guy is laying face up on the bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but the girl was delighted and tells her husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love, the prisoner is outside the prison!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The guy not very delighted tells her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Lets put him into the prison another time!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the second ...but the girl is very sweet-toothed and she tells him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"!! Honey !!!... .The prisoner is out again!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The man rises, with the legs like a recently born foal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And they throw the third!!! He is laying on the bed, exhausted and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;girl says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"!!! Honey, the prisoner escaped again!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And he answers with his short breath:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"HEY !, It's not life imprisonment!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113756582094908079?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113756582094908079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113756582094908079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756582094908079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113756582094908079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113755360578103033</id><published>2006-01-17T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:06:13.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An old man is talking long-distance to California when all of a sudden he gets cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hollers, "Operator, give me back the party!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "I'm sorry sir, you'll have to make the call all over again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "What do you want from me? Give me back da party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "I'm sorry sir, you'll have to place the call again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Operator, ya know what? Take da telephone and shove it in you-know-where!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hangs up.Two days later he opens the door and there are two big, strapping guys standing there who say, "We came to take your telephone out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Because you insulted Operator 28 two days ago. But if you'd like to call up and apologize, we'll leave the telephone here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Wait a minute, what's da rush, what's da hurry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to the telephone and dials. "Hello? Get me Operator 28. Hello, Operator 28? Remember me? Two days ago I insulted you? I told you to take da telephone and shove it in you-know-where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Well, get ready -- they're bringin' it to you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113755360578103033?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113755360578103033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113755360578103033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113755360578103033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113755360578103033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/telephone.html' title='Telephone'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113748391455053783</id><published>2006-01-16T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:45:14.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Americanized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Two families moved from Afghanistan to America. When they arrived, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;two fathers made a bet -- in a year's time whichever family had become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;more Americanized would win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A year later they met. The first man said, "My son is playing baseball, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had McDonald's for breakfast and I'm on my way to pick up a case of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bud, how about you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The second man replied, "Fuck you, towel head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113748391455053783?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113748391455053783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113748391455053783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113748391455053783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113748391455053783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/americanized.html' title='Americanized'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113748362773908473</id><published>2006-01-16T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:40:27.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On a farm out in the country lived a man and a woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and their three sons. Early one morning, the woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;awoke, and while looking out of the window onto to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pasture, she saw that the family's only cow was lying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dead in the field. The situation looked hopeless to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;her--how could she possibly continue to feed her family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In a depressed state of mind, she hung herself. When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the man awoke to find his wife dead, as well as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cow, he too began to see the hopelessness of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;situation, and he shot himself in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now the oldest son woke up to discover his parents dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, and he decided to go down to the river &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and drown himself. When he got to the river, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;discovered a mermaid sitting on the bank. She said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I've seen all and know the reason for your despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But if you will have sex with me five times in a row, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will restore your parents and the cow to you." The son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;agreed to try, but after four times, he was simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;unable to satisfy her again. So the mermaid drowned him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Next the second oldest son woke up. After discovering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what had happened, he too decided to throw himself into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the river. The mermaid said to him, "If you will have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sex with me ten times in a row, I will make everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;right." And while the son tried his best (seven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;times!), it was not enough to satisfy the mermaid, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she drowned him in the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The youngest son woke up and saw his parents dead, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dead cow in the field, and his brothers gone. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;decided that life was a hopeless prospect, and he went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;down to the river to throw himself in. And there he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;also met the mermaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I have seen all that has happened, and I can make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everything right if you will only have sex with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fifteen times in a row." The young son replied, "Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that all? Why not twenty times in a row?" The mermaid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;was somewhat taken aback by this request. Then he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hell, why not twenty-five times in a row?" And even as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she was reluctantly agreeing to his request, he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Why not THIRTY times in a row?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally, she said, "Enough!! Okay, if you will have sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;with me thirty times in a row, then I will bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everybody back to perfect health." Then the young son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;asked, "Wait! How do I know that thirty times in a row &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;won't kill you like it did the cow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113748362773908473?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113748362773908473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113748362773908473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113748362773908473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113748362773908473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/cow_16.html' title='Cow'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113574583964879440</id><published>2005-12-27T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:57:19.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinocchio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A police officer pulls a guy over for speeding and has the following exchange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Officer : May I see your driver's license ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : I don't have one. I had it suspended when I got my ticket for driving while drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Officer : May I see the registration for this vehicle ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : It's not my car. I stole it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Officer : The car is stolen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : That's right. But come to think of it, I think I saw the owner's card in the glove box when I was putting my gun in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Officer : There's a gun in the glove box ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : Yes sir. That's where I put it after I shot and killed the blonde bitch who owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Officer : There's a BODY in the TRUNK?!?! ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hearing this, the officer immediately called his captain. The car was quickly  surrounded by police, and the captain approached the driver to handle the tense situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Captain : Sir, can I see your license ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : Sure. Here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It was valid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Captain : Whose car is this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : It's mine, officer. Here's the registration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The driver owned the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Captain : Could you slowly open your glove box so I can see if there's a gun in it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : Gun  ? What gun ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sure enough, there was nothing in the glove box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Captain : Would you mind opening your trunk ? I was told you said there's a body in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : I said what ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trunk is opened; no body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Captain : I don't understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him you didn't have a license, stole the car, had a gun in the glove box, and that there was a dead body in the trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driver : Yeah, And I'll bet the lying son-of-a-bitch told you I was speeding too !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113574583964879440?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113574583964879440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113574583964879440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113574583964879440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113574583964879440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/12/pinocchio.html' title='Pinocchio'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113280073182777007</id><published>2005-11-23T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:52:11.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you an unreconstructed, right-on, rogue male? Or a delivery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;boy of the new male order? Are you a man or a louse? Find out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) You should make love to a woman for the first time only after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you've both shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a. your views about what you expect from a sexual relationship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b. your blood-test results,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c. five tequila slammers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) Passionate, spontaneous sex on the kitchen floor is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a. healthy, creative love-play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b. not the sort of thing your wife/girlfriend would ever agree to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c. not the sort of thing your wife/girlfriend need ever find out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3) Spending the whole night cuddling a woman you've just nailed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a. the best part of the experience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b. the second best part of the experience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c. $100 extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4) Your girlfriend says she's gained five pounds in the last month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You tell her that it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a. no concern of yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b. not a problem, she can join your gym,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c. a conservative estimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5) You think today's sensitive, caring man is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a. a myth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b. an oxymoron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c. a moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6) Foreplay is to sex as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a. appetizer is to entree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b. primer is to paint,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c. a line is to an amusement park ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;7) Which of the following are you most likely to find yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;saying at the end of a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a. "I hope we can still be friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;b. "I'm not in right now, please leave a message at the beep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;c. "Welcome to Dumpsville. 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He gets to one house where the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bin hasn't been left out so he has a quick look for it, goes round the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;back but still can't see it so he knocks on the door. There's no answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so he knocks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eventually a Chinese bloke answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harro", says the chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Alright mate, where's your bin?" asks the dustman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I bin on toilet" replies the Chinese bloke, looking perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Realising the Chinese fellow has misunderstood, the bin man smiles and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No mate, where's ya dust bin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I dust bin on toilet I told you" says the Chinese man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Mate" says the dustman... "you're misunderstanding me... Where's your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wheely Bin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"OK" "OK" , says the guy, "I wheely bin having a wank"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113279913693851023?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113279913693851023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113279913693851023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113279913693851023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113279913693851023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/11/wheely-bin.html' title='Wheely Bin'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113279872457741145</id><published>2005-11-23T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:18:44.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SYDNEY, Friday: A man describing himself as a passionate masturbator has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;admitted that he spiked his own drink with the drug rohypnol in order to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;have his way with himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The man told police he deliberately set out to prey on his own company, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by slipping the potent sedative pill into his vodka and tonic while he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wasn't looking. He said his plan from the outset was to take advantage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of himself while his defences were down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I was really on the hunt for some self-abuse," the man said. "And when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I saw this hottie bit of hand leaning on the bar I slipped myself a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mickey, and the next thing I know I was taking myself back to my place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Police have described the man as one of several predatory masturbators &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;currently operating in the watering holes around the inner city of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sydney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"In fact, it's fair to say that most Sydney bars are full of wankers," a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;police spokesman said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113279872457741145?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113279872457741145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113279872457741145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113279872457741145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113279872457741145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/11/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-113279864065140559</id><published>2005-11-23T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:17:20.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Dooku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The farmer and his wife had worked hard, scrimped and saved to send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;their son to college. As soon as he had enrolled, he started to grow a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;beard. Next he grew a large moustache and sideburns. Being pleased with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;his new hirsute adornment, he had his picture taken and sent it off to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On the back of the photo he scrawled: "How do you like it? Don't I look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;like a count?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Shortly after, the son received this terse note: "You idiot, it cost us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a fortune to send you to college, and you can't even spell!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-113279864065140559?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/113279864065140559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=113279864065140559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113279864065140559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/113279864065140559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/11/count-dooku.html' title='Count Dooku'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112970331843376250</id><published>2005-10-18T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:28:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazilian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Donald Rumsfeld is giving Dubya his daily briefing. He concludes by  saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"OH NO!" Bush exclaims. "That's terrible!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;His staff sits stunned at this  display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in  hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally, he looks up and asks, "How many is a  brazillion?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112970331843376250?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112970331843376250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112970331843376250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112970331843376250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112970331843376250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/brazilian.html' title='Brazilian'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112918663018079198</id><published>2005-10-12T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:59:35.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harriet Who? Miers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A very topical knock-knock for those of us who have been following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/10/12/opinion/garver/main937190.shtml"&gt;Harriet Mier's nomination to the U.S. Supreme court&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Knock-Knock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harriet Miers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Harriet Miers who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112918663018079198?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112918663018079198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112918663018079198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112918663018079198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112918663018079198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/harriet-who-miers.html' title='Harriet Who? Miers'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112910029049468829</id><published>2005-10-11T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:58:10.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preferential treatment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An attractive young girl, chaperoned by an ugly old lady, entered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;doctor's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have come for an examination," said the young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Alright," said the doctor. "Go behind that curtain and take your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;clothes off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not me," said the girl. "it's my old aunt here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Very well," said the doctor. "Madam, stick out your tongue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112910029049468829?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112910029049468829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112910029049468829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112910029049468829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112910029049468829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/preferential-treatment.html' title='Preferential treatment'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112910015592051197</id><published>2005-10-11T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:55:55.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bug's dick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man and a woman were driving down the road and arguing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;about his deplorable infidelity when suddenly the woman reaches over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and slices the man's penis off. Angrily, she tosses it out the car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Driving behind the couple is a man and his 9-year-old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;daughter. The little girl is just chatting away at her father when all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of a sudden the penis smacks the car on the windshield, sticks for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then flies off. Surprised, the daughter asks her father,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;heck was that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not wanting to expose his little girl to anything sexual at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;such a young age, the father replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was only a bug, honey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The daughter sits with a confused look on her face, and after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a few minutes she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure had a big cock, didn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112910015592051197?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112910015592051197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112910015592051197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112910015592051197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112910015592051197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/bugs-dick.html' title='A bug&apos;s dick'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112909898464781843</id><published>2005-10-11T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:36:24.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle journalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A gorilla is walking through the jungle. He parts the bushes by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;watering hole and sees a lion taking a drink of water with his butt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sticking up in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The gorilla thinks to himself that it would be really funny if he snuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;behind this "King of the Jungle" and slipped him the ol' Liberace. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;gorilla sneaks up on his tiptoes behind the lion, grabs him by the hips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and starts fucking him up his ass as hard as he can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then he pulls out and runs away, laughing his head off. He thinks it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the funniest thing he's ever done in his life, fucking the "King of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jungle" up the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The lion is pissed. "Rrroooooaarrrr!!!" he says, and runs after the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;gorilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, the gorilla can't run very fast, and the lion keeps getting closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and closer, so the gorilla ducks into an empty safari camp, puts on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of safari clothes with the pith helmet and everything, picks up a paper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sits down with the paper held up in front of his face, and acts like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just then, the lion walks in. "Rrroooooaarrrr!!!" he says. "Did you just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;see a big gorilla run through here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Uh, you mean the one that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just fucked the lion up the ass?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The lion sits up with a start and says, "Jesus! It's in the paper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;already!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112909898464781843?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112909898464781843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112909898464781843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909898464781843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909898464781843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/jungle-journalism.html' title='Jungle journalism'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112909746150699212</id><published>2005-10-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:13:37.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Bucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two buddies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;insurance man Ray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and a friend, decide to meet for a liquid breakfast before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the insurance man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heads for his office.They are getting very drunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at a bar when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;suddenly Ray throws up all over himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no," he cries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I have a client meeting an hour from now. My manager &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will kill me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend then says,  "Don't worry, pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just tuck a twenty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dollar bill in your breast pocket and tell your manager that someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;threw up on you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gave you a twenty dollar bill for the dry-cleaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they stay for another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;couple of hours and get even drunker. Eventually the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;insurance man rolls into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his office and his manager screams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You stink of alcohol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and you've puked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all over yourself! My God, you're Disgusting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray says, "I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can es'plain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everythin! Ish not what you think. I Only had a cupla drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But thish other guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;got sick on me... he had one too many and he jush couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hold hizz drink. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;said he was verrry Sorry an' gave me a twenty dollar bill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the cleaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bill!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager looks in the breastpocket and says, "But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there is forty dollars In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yeah, I almos' forgot," says the insurance man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"He shit in my pants as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112909746150699212?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112909746150699212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112909746150699212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909746150699212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909746150699212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/40-bucks.html' title='40 Bucks'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112909719864126253</id><published>2005-10-11T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:06:38.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Limerick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There once was a woman from Dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;who used a dynamite stick for a phallus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Her vagina was found in North Carolina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and her asshole in Buckingham Palace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112909719864126253?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112909719864126253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112909719864126253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909719864126253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909719864126253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-limerick.html' title='Another Limerick'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112909628945246881</id><published>2005-10-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:14:15.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The car sped off the highway, went through the guardrail, rolled down a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cliff, bounced off a tree and finally shuddered to a stop. A passing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;motorist, who had witnessed the entire accident, helped the miraculously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;unharmed driver out of the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Good lord, mister," he gasped, "are you drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Of course," said the man, brushing the dirt from his suit."What the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hell do you think I am -- a fucking stunt driver?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112909628945246881?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112909628945246881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112909628945246881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909628945246881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112909628945246881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/drunk-driver.html' title='Drunk driver'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112899357979057959</id><published>2005-10-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:19:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There you go</title><content type='html'>Martin wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open  his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Martin looks around the room and&lt;br /&gt;sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the  house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast  is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the  door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, Martin asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and  breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh, that!  Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when  she tried to take your pants off, you said,  "Get your hands off me, bitch! I'm married!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-induced hangover -- £100.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken furniture -- £2,000.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast -- £10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying The Right Thing to your wife when you are Drunk -- PRICELESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112899357979057959?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112899357979057959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112899357979057959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112899357979057959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112899357979057959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-you-go.html' title='There you go'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112797504825491107</id><published>2005-09-28T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:24:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motel California</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Harry and Sally decided to take a vacation and travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;across the country and visit little known rural areas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;staying in off the beaten track motels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They stopped their first night at a motel that must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;have been at least 100 years old, and one that hadn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;had any renovations done since day one. They were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;preparing themselves for bed and Harry decided to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;one last cigarette before getting in to bed, so he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;left the room to go outside and have his smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When Harry returned to the room, he actually started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;feeling quite romantic, so he carefully opened the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;door and said, "Honey? Honey?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There was no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He tried again, "Honey? Hey, honey!" a bit louder this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Still no reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally a male voice from the blackness in front of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;him said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This ain't no beehive you damn fool, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;here's the bathroom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112797504825491107?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112797504825491107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112797504825491107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112797504825491107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112797504825491107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/motel-california.html' title='Motel California'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112797452230156835</id><published>2005-09-28T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:15:22.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The only cow in a small town in Arkansas stopped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;giving milk. The people did some research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and found they could buy a cow up in Texas for $200.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They bought the cow from Texas and the cow was wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It produced lots of milk all of the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and the people were pleased and very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;happy. They decided to acquire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a bull to mate with the cow and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;produce more cows like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They would never have to worry about their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;milk supply again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They bought a bull and put it in the pasture with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;beloved cow. However, whenever the bull came close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to the cow, the cow would move away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No matter what approach the bull tried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the cow would move away from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bull and he could not succeed in his quest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The people were very upset and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;decided to ask the Vet, who was very wise, what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They told the Vet what was happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Whenever the bull approaches our cow, she moves away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When he approaches her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;from the front, she backs off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An approach from the side and she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;walks away to the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Vet thought about this for a minute and asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you buy this cow in Texas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The people were dumbfounded, since they had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;never mentioned where they bought the cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You are truly a wise Vet," they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"How did you know we got the cow in Texas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Vet replied with a distant look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in his eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife is from Texas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112797452230156835?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112797452230156835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112797452230156835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112797452230156835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112797452230156835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/cow.html' title='Cow'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112797252897744499</id><published>2005-09-28T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:42:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QOTD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if the bible proves the existence of god, then superman comics prove the existence of superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Usenet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112797252897744499?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112797252897744499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112797252897744499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112797252897744499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112797252897744499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/qotd.html' title='QOTD'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112771210466703764</id><published>2005-09-25T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:21:44.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two aliens landed in the desert near a car service station that was closed for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They approached one of the pumps and the younger alien addressed it saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. Take us to your leader."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pump, of course, didn't respond. The younger alien became angry at the lack of response and the older alien said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'd calm down if I were you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The younger alien ignored the warning and repeated his greeting. Again, there was no response. Annoyed by what he perceived to be the pump's haughty attitude, he drew his ray gun and said impatiently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. Do not ignore us this way! Take us to your leader or I will fire!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The older alien warned his comrade saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You don't want to do that! I don't think you should make him mad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Rubbish," replied the cocky, young alien. He aimed his weapon at the pump and opened fire. There was a huge explosion. A massive fireball roared towards them and blew the younger alien off his feet and deposited him a burnt, crumpling mess about 200 yards away in a cactus patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;About a half hour passed. When he finally regained consciousness, he refocused his three eyes and straightened his bent antenna and looked dazedly at the older, wiser alien who was standing over him shaking his big green head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What a ferocious creature!" exclaimed the young, fried alien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He damn near killed me! How did you know he was so dangerous?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The older alien leaned over, placed a friendly feeler on his crispy friend and replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"If there's one thing I've learned during my intergalactic travels, when a guy has a penis he can wrap around himself twice and then stick it in his ear, you don't want to mess with him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112771210466703764?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112771210466703764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112771210466703764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112771210466703764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112771210466703764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/alien-lesson_112771210466703764.html' title='Alien Lesson'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112771189658767081</id><published>2005-09-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:18:16.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man with no arms and no legs is out lying on the beach one day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;enjoying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;his chance to get some sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of a sudden, a beautiful woman walks by and stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You poor man," she says. "I bet you've never been kissed have you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man has to admit, no, he never has, so she bends down and plants a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one right on the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few minutes later, another gorgeous babe walks up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look like you need a hug," she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He agrees that would be nice, she gives him a great one, and walks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few minutes later, a drop-dead gorgeous girl walks by. She stops, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sultry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;smile on her face and looks down at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mister", she says, "Have you ever been Fucked?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No", he says with a hopeful grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well, you are now. The tide's coming in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112771189658767081?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112771189658767081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112771189658767081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112771189658767081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112771189658767081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/fucked.html' title='Fucked'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112771137155190625</id><published>2005-09-25T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:09:31.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A woman goes into an ice cream parlor. She walks up to the man at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;counter and says, "I'd like some chocolate ice cream, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry, madam," says the man, "but I'm afraid we're out of chocolate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh," says the woman. "In that case I'll have some chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;man says, "No, no, madam. You don't understand. We have run out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," replies the woman. "Then I'll just have chocolate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man behind the counter looks at the lady and says, "OK, spell 'van,' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as in 'vanilla.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the woman spells "V-A-N."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right," says the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ice cream man, "spell 'straw,' as in 'strawberry.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman says, "OK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;S-T-R-A-W."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good!" says the man. "Now spell 'fuck,' as in 'chocolate.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The woman looks at the man and says, "But there's no fuck' in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'chocolate.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man shouts, "That's what I've been trying to tell you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lady!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112771137155190625?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112771137155190625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112771137155190625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112771137155190625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112771137155190625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112770502433668668</id><published>2005-09-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:15:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A missionary who had spent years showing a tribe of natives how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;to farm and build things to be self-sufficient gets word that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is to return home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He realizes that the one thing he never taught the natives was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;how to speak English, so he takes the chief and starts walking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in the forest. He points to a tree and says to the chief,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a tree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The chief looks at the tree and grunts, "Tree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The missionary is pleased with the response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They walk a little farther and the padre points to a rock and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;says, "This is a rock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, "Rock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The padre is really getting enthusiastic about the results when he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hears a rustling in the bushes. As he peeks over the top, he sees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a couple in the midst of heavy romantic activity. The padre is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;really flustered and quickly responds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Riding a bike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blow gun and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;kills them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The padre goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;other! How could he just kill these people in cold blood that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The chief replied, "My bike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112770502433668668?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112770502433668668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112770502433668668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112770502433668668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112770502433668668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/bike-riding.html' title='Bike riding'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112684293353560101</id><published>2005-09-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:57:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales Pitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jack's first military assignment was to a military induction center, and because he was a good talker they assigned him the duty of advising new recruits about the government benefits, especially the GI insurance to which they were entitled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before long the Captain in charge of the induction center began noticing that Jack was getting almost 100% sign up for the top GI insurance. This was odd, because it would cost these poor inductees nearly $30.00 per month more for their higher coverage than what the government was already granting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Captain decided that he would not ask Jack about his selling techniques but that he would sit in the back of the room and observe Jack's sales pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stood up before his latest group of inductees and stated, "If you have the normal GI insurance and go to Iraq and get killed, the government pays your beneficiary $6,000. If you take out the supplemental GI insurance, which costs you only $30.00 a month extra , the government has to pay your beneficiary $200,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Now," Jack concluded, "which bunch do you think they are gonna send to Iraq first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112684293353560101?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112684293353560101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112684293353560101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684293353560101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684293353560101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/sales-pitch.html' title='Sales Pitch'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112684266721664254</id><published>2005-09-15T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:51:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gate Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was in the airport VIP lounge in route to Seattle a couple of weeks ago. While in there, I noticed Bill Gates sitting comfortably in the corner, enjoying a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was meeting a very important client who was also flying to Seattle, but she was running a little bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, being a straightforward kind of guy, I approached the Microsoft chairman, introduced myself, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Gates, I wonder if you would do me a favor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Yes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sitting right over there," pointing to my seat at the bar, "and I'm waiting on a very important client. Would you be so kind when she arrives as to come walk by and just say, 'Hi, Ray,'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I shook his hand and thanked him and went back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;About ten minutes later, my client showed up. We ordered a drink and started to talk business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A couple of minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hi, Ray," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I replied, "fuck off Bill, Can't you see I'm in a meeting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112684266721664254?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112684266721664254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112684266721664254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684266721664254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684266721664254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/gate-mate.html' title='Gate Mate'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112684233469382438</id><published>2005-09-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:45:34.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Hasselhof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;David Hasselhof goes into a bar and the barman says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Mr. Hasselhof what would you like to drink?" and David Hasselhof says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have a beer and hey - you can call me Hof."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman says "That's ok David - no hassle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112684233469382438?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112684233469382438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112684233469382438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684233469382438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684233469382438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/david-hasselhof.html' title='David Hasselhof'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112684220946263253</id><published>2005-09-15T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:44:26.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Custody Battle Resolved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A seven year old boy was at the centre of a courtroom drama last week in Chembur, Mumbai when he challenged a recent ruling over who should have custody of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The boy had a long history of being beaten by his parents and the Magistrates had duly awarded custody to his Aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, the boy confirmed that his Aunt beat him more than his parents and refused to live there. When the Magistrate suggested that he lived with his Grandparents, the boy cried out that they beat him more than anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a landmark decision, the Magistrate dramatically allowed the boy to choose who should have custody of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Custody was granted to the Indian Cricket Team this morning as the boy firmly believes that they are not capable of beating anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112684220946263253?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112684220946263253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112684220946263253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684220946263253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684220946263253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/custody-battle-resolved.html' title='Custody Battle Resolved'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112684210058757224</id><published>2005-09-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:41:40.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I went to the bar the other night and told the 'keep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"A glass of your finest Less, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"'Less'? Never heard of it," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"C'mon, sure you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No, really, we don't stock it. What is it? Some kind of foreign beer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I'm not sure," I replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"It was my doctor who mentioned it. He said I should 'drink Less.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112684210058757224?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112684210058757224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112684210058757224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684210058757224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112684210058757224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/less-is-more.html' title='Less is More'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112677207315078078</id><published>2005-09-15T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:14:33.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devdas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why does Shahrukh Khan drink himself to death in Devdas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Any self-respecting man would do so if the two beautiful ladies around him were singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dildo La Re Dildo La Re......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112677207315078078?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112677207315078078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112677207315078078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112677207315078078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112677207315078078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/devdas.html' title='Devdas'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112676935541564565</id><published>2005-09-15T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T00:29:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Joe had been a religious man who was in the hospital, near death. The family called their preacher to stand with them. As the preacher stood next to the bed, Joe's condition appeared to deteriorate and he motioned frantically for something to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The pastor lovingly handed him a pen and a piece of paper, and Joe used his last bit of energy to scribble a note, and then he died. The preacher thought it best not to look at the note at that time, so he placed it in his jacket pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the funeral, as he was finishing the message, he realised that he was wearing the same jacket that he was wearing when Joe died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He said, "You know, Joe handed me a note just before he died. I haven't looked at it, but knowing Joe, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He opened the note, and read out loud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dumbass , you're standing on my oxygen tube!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112676935541564565?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112676935541564565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112676935541564565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676935541564565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676935541564565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-wish.html' title='Last Wish'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112676656259124316</id><published>2005-09-14T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:42:42.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A monkey is sitting in a tree smoking a joint when a lizard walks past and looks up and says to the monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey says "Smoking a joint, come on up and have some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lizard climbs up and sits next to the monkey and they have a few joints. After a while the lizard says her mouth is dry and she's going to get a drink from the river. The lizard is so stoned that she leans too far over and falls into the river.A crocodile sees this and swims over to the lizard and helps her to the side, then asks the lizard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lizard explains to the crocodile that she was sitting smoking a joint with a monkey in the tree, got too stoned and then fell into the river while taking a drink.The crocodile says he has to check out this pot smoking monkey so he walks into the jungle, finds the tree where the monkey is sitting, finishing a joint, and he looks up and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you monkey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey looks down and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa!........how much water did you drink?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112676656259124316?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112676656259124316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112676656259124316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676656259124316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676656259124316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/stoned.html' title='Stoned'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112676583247457877</id><published>2005-09-14T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:30:32.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of lager and a ham sandwich. The landlord looks at him and says, "But you're a duck".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I see your eyes are working", replies the duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"And you talk!" exclaims the landlord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I see your ears are working", says the duck, "Now can I have my beer and my sandwich please?". "I work in the New office across the road", explains the duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then the duck drinks his beer, eats his sandwich and leaves. This continues for 2 weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town. The ringleader of the circus comes into the pub and the landlord says to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"You're with the circus aren't you?, I know this duck that would be just brilliant in your circus, he talks, drinks beer and everything!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Sounds marvellous", says the ringleader, "get him to give me a call".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the landlord says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Yeah?", says the duck, "Sounds great, where is it?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"At the circus", says the landlord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The circus?", the duck enquires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That's right", replies the landlord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"The circus?. That place with the big tent?. With all the animals? With the big canvas roof with the hole in the middle?", asks the duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That's right!", says the landlord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The duck looks confused, "What the fuck would they want with a programmer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112676583247457877?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112676583247457877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112676583247457877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676583247457877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676583247457877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/smart-duck.html' title='Smart Duck'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112676360473545419</id><published>2005-09-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:53:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyglot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A Swiss man, looking for directions, pulls up at a bus stop where two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Americans are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entschuldigung, koennen Sie Deutsch sprechen?" he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Americans just stare at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excusez-moi, parlez vous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FranÃ§ais?" he tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two continue to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parlare Italiano?" No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hablan ustedes EspaÃ±ol?" Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss guy drives off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;extremely disgusted. The first American turns to the second and says, "Y'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;know, maybe we should learn a foreign language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" says the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"That guy knew four languages, and it didn't do him any good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112676360473545419?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112676360473545419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112676360473545419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676360473545419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676360473545419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/polyglot.html' title='Polyglot'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112676265452142550</id><published>2005-09-14T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:45:44.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Three Mothers, a Gujarati, a Bengali, and a Jat were all talking about their daughters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Gujarati Mom said "I was looking through my daughters things and I found cigarettes, I can't believe my daughter smokes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Bengali Mom said "Ladies, I was looking through my daughters things and I found a bottle of liquor, I can't believe my daughter drinks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Jat Mom said "I was looking through my daughters things and I found a pack of condoms, I can't believe my daughter has a penis!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112676265452142550?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112676265452142550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112676265452142550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676265452142550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112676265452142550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/daughters.html' title='Daughters'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112675929080474508</id><published>2005-09-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:41:30.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; Q: What's George Bush's position on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roe_vs._wade"&gt;Roe vs Wade&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: He really doesn't care how people get out of New Orleans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112675929080474508?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112675929080474508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112675929080474508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675929080474508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675929080474508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-joke.html' title='Katrina Joke'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112675523547536980</id><published>2005-09-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:33:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guy walks out into the street and manages to get a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're just like Dave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Who?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Dave Aronson. There's a guy who did everything right. Like my coming along when you needed a cab. It would have happened like that to Dave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"There are always a few clouds over everybody," says the guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Not Dave. He was a terrific athlete. He could have gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"He was something, huh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"He had a memory like a trap. Could remember everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and I black out the whole neighborhood." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No wonder you remember him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well, I never actually met Dave." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Then how do you know so much about him?" asks the guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I married his wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112675523547536980?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112675523547536980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112675523547536980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675523547536980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675523547536980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/perfect-guy.html' title='The Perfect Guy'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112675252763042317</id><published>2005-09-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:48:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nudity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"What's the matter haven't you ever seen a little boy before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112675252763042317?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112675252763042317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112675252763042317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675252763042317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675252763042317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/nudity.html' title='Nudity'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112675245087799369</id><published>2005-09-14T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:47:30.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A wealthy couple had planned to go out for the evening. The woman of the house decided to give their butler, James, the night off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She said they would be home very later and that he should just enjoy his evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As it turned out, however, the wife wasn't having a good time a the party, so she came home early, alone. Her husband had to stay there, as several of his important clients were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As the woman walked into her house, she saw James sitting by himself in the dining room. She called for him to follow her, and led him into the master bedroom. She then closed and locked the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She looked and him and smiled. "James," she said, "take off my dress."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He did this carefully. "James," she continued, "take off my stockings and garter." He silently obeyed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"James," she then said. "Remove my bra and panties."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As he did this, the tension continued to mount. She looked at him and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"James, if I ever catch you wearing my clothes again, you're fired!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112675245087799369?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112675245087799369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112675245087799369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675245087799369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675245087799369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-dress.html' title='Nice Dress'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112668977585181978</id><published>2005-09-14T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:25:04.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;There are a number of mechanical devices that increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief amongst these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL convertible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are always running through my mind. They don't dare walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, divorce... from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to achieve immortality through my work, I want to achieve it through not dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds in Tokyo is a terrible revenge for Pearl Harbour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112668977585181978?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112668977585181978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112668977585181978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112668977585181978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112668977585181978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/quotable-quotes.html' title='Quotable Quotes'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112675964411500443</id><published>2005-09-14T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:47:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, technically not jokes but still funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you     yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced     enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you     farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced     to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;(Now that's more like it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The human     heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A pig's     orgasm lasts 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves     to death.&lt;br /&gt;(huh?)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still not over the pig.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;(Do not try this at home....... maybe at work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.&lt;br /&gt;("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human     jumping the length of a football field.&lt;br /&gt;(30 minutes... lucky pig.... can you imagine??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;(Something I always wanted to know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The     strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmmmm........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than     left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.&lt;br /&gt;(OK, so that would be a good thing....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a black light.&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish have no brains.&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;(What about the pig??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112675964411500443?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112675964411500443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112675964411500443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675964411500443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112675964411500443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/facts-to-remember_14.html' title='Facts to Remember'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112668162598407815</id><published>2005-09-14T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:00:39.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; A pregnant woman is in the bank when the bank is robbed. A gunfight breaks out, and she is shot 3 times in the abdomen. She is rushed to the hospital. Miraculously, she is unharmed. After giving a full examination, though, the doctor tells her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I have good and bad news for you. You are going to have triplets — but each baby has a bullet in it. Luckily, they have hit no vital organs, and eventually your children will pass the bullets naturally."&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;The woman has 3 healthy babies. Twelve years pass, and she has all but forgotten the incident in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               One day, the first child, a daughter, comes to her mother and                  says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Mom, a terrible thing just happened — I was using                  the toilet, and I passed a bullet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The mother explains everything,                  and she assures her daughter that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               A few weeks later, the second child, also a daughter, comes to                  her mother and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Mom, a terrible thing just happened."                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The mother interrupts her and says, "You passed a bullet, right?" The mother goes on to tell the daughter the story.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               Several weeks later, the third child, a son, comes to his mother                  and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Mom, a terrible thing just happened."                  The mother interrupts him and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You passed a bullet,                  right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The son says, "No, Mom — somebody shot our dog!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112668162598407815?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112668162598407815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112668162598407815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112668162598407815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112668162598407815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-shot.html' title='Good Shot'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112668110019171797</id><published>2005-09-13T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:59:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This bloke gets on a bus and sees a nun he rather fancies. Something to do with the black stockings maybe. Anyhow, he knows that if you don't ask you don't get, so he turns to her and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Sister, will you have     sex with me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Oh no," she says, shocked, "I can't possibly do that. I'm married     to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, he's disappointed, but he sees her point, so he thinks that's that. But when he gets off the bus, the bus driver stops him -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Hey," he whispers, "I know how you can get to have sex with her!"    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You do?" the guy says, "quick, tell me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Every Saturday night she goes to the cemetery to pray, and all you have to do is lie on one of the tombstones dressed in white robe with a false beard, tell her you're God, and she'll have sex with you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, he's skeptical, but why not? So Saturday night sees him in the cemetery. Sure enough, the nun comes in and begins to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I am God," the man declares, keeping his hood low about his face,     "and you must have sex with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The nun agrees without question, but begs him to restrict himself to anal sex, as she is desperate not to lose her virginity. Well, he's pretty desperate too, so he goes along with it and enjoys his romp with her. As he finishes, he jumps up and throws back his hood with a flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Ha-ha," he     cries, "I'm not God, I'm the man in the bus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Ha-ha," cries the     nun, "Guess what? I'm the bus driver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr style="height: 3px;" color="#000000" size="1"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112668110019171797?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112668110019171797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112668110019171797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112668110019171797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112668110019171797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/sex-with-god.html' title='Sex with God'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112660817981215514</id><published>2005-09-13T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:42:59.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supplies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was this  Spanish guy, this Chinese guy and this Russian guy all working for the same construction  company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the beginning of the day the boss comes out and says to the Spanish guy, "You're  in charge of the cement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then he said to the Russian guy, "You're in charge of the dirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then he said to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guy, "You're in charge of supplies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then he said, "I'm gonna be back at the end of the day to check on your work.  It better be good or you're fired."So they all go off to go get their work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; At the end of the day, the boss comes back to check on their work. He looks at  the big pile of cement and goes, "Good work," to the Spanish guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then he looks at the big pile of dirt and says, "Good work," to the Russian guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Then he couldn't find the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guy so he asks, "Where the heck is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; All of a sudden, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guy jumps out from behind the big pile of dirt and  yells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"SUPPLIES!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112660817981215514?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112660817981215514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112660817981215514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660817981215514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660817981215514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/supplies.html' title='Supplies'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112660751305214253</id><published>2005-09-13T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:31:53.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mole Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a papa  mole, a mamma mole, and a baby mole. They lived in a hole out in the country near  a farmhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Papa mole poked his head out of the hole and said, "Mmmm, I smell sausage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Mamma mole poked her head outside the hole and said, "Mmmm, I smell pancakes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Baby mole tried to stick his head outside but couldn't because of the two bigger  moles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baby mole said, "The only thing I smell is molasses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112660751305214253?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112660751305214253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112660751305214253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660751305214253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660751305214253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/mole-hole.html' title='Mole Hole'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112660707596217004</id><published>2005-09-13T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:24:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Virginity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A boy in the sixth  grade comes home after school one day. His mother notices that he's got a big  smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She asks, "Did anything special happen at school today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Yes, Mom. I had sex with my English teacher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The mother is stunned. "You're going to talk about this with your father when  he gets home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Well, when dad comes home and hears the news he is pleased as punch. Beaming with  pride, he walks over to his son and says, "Son, I hear you had sex with your English  teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "That's right, Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Well, you became a man today - this is cause for celebration. Let's head out  for some ice cream, and then I'll buy that new bike you've been asking for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "That sounds great, Dad, but I can I have a football instead? My ass is killing  me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112660707596217004?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112660707596217004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112660707596217004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660707596217004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660707596217004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/losing-virginity.html' title='Losing Virginity'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112660644234079876</id><published>2005-09-13T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T03:14:25.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned if you do......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A woman was shaking out a rug on the balcony of her 17th floor condominium when a sudden gust of wind blew her over the railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Damn, that was stupid," she thought as she fell. "What  a way to die."&lt;br /&gt;As she passed the 14th floor, a man standing at his railing caught her in his arms. While she looked at him in disbelieving gratitude, he asked, "Do you suck?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "No!" she shrieked, aghast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he dropped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As she passed the 12th floor, another man reached out and caught her. "Do you  screw?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Of course not!" she exclaimed before she could stop herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; He dropped her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The poor woman prayed to God for one more chance. As luck would have it, she was caught a third time, by a man on the eighth floor. "I suck! I screw!" she screamed in panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Slut!" he said, and dropped her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112660644234079876?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112660644234079876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112660644234079876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660644234079876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112660644234079876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/damned-if-you-do.html' title='Damned if you do......'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112659184532217965</id><published>2005-09-12T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:10:45.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preferences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A guy came into a bar one day and said to the barman, "Give me a six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;double vodka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The barman says, "Wow! you must have had one hell of a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah, I've just found out my older brother is gay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day the same guy came into the bar and asked for the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the bartender asked what the problem was today the answer came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've just found out that my younger brother is gay too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the third day the guy came into the bar and again ordered six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;double vodkas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bartender said "Jesus! Doesn't anybody in your family like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;women?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah, my wife!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112659184532217965?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112659184532217965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112659184532217965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112659184532217965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112659184532217965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/preferences.html' title='Preferences'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112556517405321669</id><published>2005-09-01T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:59:34.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man absolutely hated his wife's dog and decided to get rid of him one day by driving him 20 blocks from his home and leaving him at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As he was getting home, the dog was walking up the driveway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day he decided to drive the dog 40 blocks away. He put the dog out and headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Driving back up his driveway, there was the dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He kept taking the dog further and further and the dog would always beat him home. At last he decided to drive a few miles away, turn right, then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the dog there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hours later the man calls home to his wife: "Hi, is the dog there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes", the wife answers. "Why do you ask?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frustrated, the man answered, "Put that son of a bitch on the phone! I'm lost and need directions!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112556517405321669?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112556517405321669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112556517405321669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112556517405321669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112556517405321669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/smart-dog.html' title='Smart Dog'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112556411837606499</id><published>2005-09-01T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:41:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A black guy walks into a bar with a beatiful parrot on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," says the bartender. "That is really something. Where'd you get it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Africa," says the parrot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112556411837606499?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112556411837606499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112556411837606499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112556411837606499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112556411837606499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/nice-pet.html' title='Nice Pet'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112556053425976959</id><published>2005-09-01T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:42:14.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Sex Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day Ma and pa were sitting on the porch, when Pa said to Ma "junior's 21 years old now" It’s about time we teach him about sex".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma said "ya know pa you are right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So pa said to junior "hey junior come on out to the porch for a second".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so junior came on out to the porch, Junior says "ya pa whatcha want".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa said "junior it’s about time we teach you about sex".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior said "sex what's sex".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa turned to ma and told her to take off her clothes, so ma does, and she does a spread eagle right there on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pa says to junior "see that hole in ma? now watch this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pa starts going at it with ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time juniors brother comes out to the porch, he’s 18 and says, "Junior what's ma and pa doing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Junior says "their teaching me about sex".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior’s brother says "sex what's sex".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior says "see that hole in pa? now watch this".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112556053425976959?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112556053425976959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112556053425976959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112556053425976959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112556053425976959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/09/redneck-sex-education.html' title='Redneck Sex Education'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112555751748578876</id><published>2005-08-31T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:51:57.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lady approaches a priest and tells him, "Father, I have a problem. I have these two talking female parrots, but they only say, 'Hi, we are hookers. Do you want to have some fun?'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's terrible!" the priest exclaims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Bring your two talking female parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots who I have taught to pray and read the Bible, then my parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase and your female parrots will learn to pray and worship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the next day, the lady brings her female parrots to the priest's house. The priest's two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her female talking parrots in and they say, "Hi, we are hookers! Do you want to have some fun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One male parrot looks over to the other male parrot and says, "Put the Bible away, Our prayers have been answered!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112555751748578876?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112555751748578876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112555751748578876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112555751748578876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112555751748578876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/answered-prayer.html' title='Answered Prayer'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112530709905996846</id><published>2005-08-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T02:19:12.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There once was a Red Indian whose given name was "Onestone". So named because he had only one testicle. He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The word got around and nobody called him that any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good morning, Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohe word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Years went by ! and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She hugged him and said, "Good to see you, Onestone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the moral of this story? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't kill two birds with one stone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112530709905996846?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112530709905996846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112530709905996846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112530709905996846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112530709905996846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/stoned.html' title='Stoned'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112530656506560607</id><published>2005-08-29T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T02:09:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Rhymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mary had a little pig,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She kept it fat and plastered;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when the price of pork went up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She shot the little bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mary had a little lamb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her father shot it dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it goes to school with her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Between two hunks of bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jack and Jill went up the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have a little fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stupid Jill forgot the pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now they have a son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humpty Dumpty  sat on a wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the kings' horses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all the kings' men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had scrambled eggs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For breakfast again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Georgie Porgy pudding and pie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kissed the girls and made them cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when the boys came out to play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112530656506560607?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112530656506560607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112530656506560607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112530656506560607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112530656506560607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/nursery-rhymes.html' title='Nursery Rhymes'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112478658875345766</id><published>2005-08-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T01:43:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Times Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two Palestinians are chatting. One of them has his wallet out and is flipping through pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is my oldest son. He's a martyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my second son. He's a martyr, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second Palistinian says, wistfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, they blow up so fast now, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112478658875345766?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112478658875345766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112478658875345766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112478658875345766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112478658875345766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-times-change.html' title='How Times Change!'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112469239816428945</id><published>2005-08-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:33:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A successful businessman flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lost the shirt off his back, and had nothing left but a quarter and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;second half of his round trip ticket -- If he could just get to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;airport he could get himself home. So he went out to the front of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;casino where there was a cab waiting. He got in and explained his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;situation to the cabbie. He promised to send the driver money from home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;he offered him his credit card numbers, his drivers license number, his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;address, etc. but to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cabbie said , "If you don't have fifteen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dollars, get the hell out of my cab!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the businessman was forced to hitch-hike to the airport and was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;barely in time to catch his flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One year later the businessman, having worked long and hard to regain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;his financial success, returned to Vegas and this time he won big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling pretty good about himself, he went out to the front of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. Well who should he see out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there, at the end of a long line of cabs, but his old buddy who had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;refused to give him a ride when he was down on his luck. The businessman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thought for a moment about how he could make the guy pay for his lack of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;charity, and he hit on a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The businessman got in the first cab in the line, "How much for a ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the airport," he asked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Fifteen bucks," came the reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"And how much for you to give me a blowjob on the way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What?! Get the hell out of my cab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The businessman got into the back of each cab in the long line and asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the same questions, with the same result. When he got to his old friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the back of the line, he got in and asked "How much for a ride to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;airport?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cabbie replied "fifteen bucks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The businessman said "ok" and off they went. Then, as they drove slowly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;past the long line of cabs, the businessman gave a big smile and thumbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;up sign to each of the other drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112469239816428945?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112469239816428945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112469239816428945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112469239816428945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112469239816428945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112469209084251449</id><published>2005-08-21T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:28:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A veterinarian surgeon had had a hell of a day, but when he got home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from tending to all the sick animals his wife was waiting with a long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cool drink and a romantic candle-lit dinner, after which they had a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;more drinks and went happily to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At about 2:00 in the morning, the phone rang. "Is this the vet?" asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;an elderly lady's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes, it is", replied the vet, "Is this an emergency?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well, sort of", said the elderly lady, "there's a whole bunch of cats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the roof outside making a terrible noise mating and I can't get to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleep. What can I do about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a sharp intake of breath from the vet, who then patiently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;replied "Open the window and tell them they're wanted on the phone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Really?" said the elderly lady, "Will that stop them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Should do," said the vet, "- IT STOPPED ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112469209084251449?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112469209084251449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112469209084251449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112469209084251449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112469209084251449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/cat-mate.html' title='Cat Mate'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112434458760863361</id><published>2005-08-17T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:57:19.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black-balled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man is lying in bed in hospital with an oxygen mask over his mouth. A young auxiliary nurse appears to sponge his face and hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Nurse," he mumbles from behind his mask, "Are my testicles black?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embarrassed the young nurse replies, "I don't know, I'm only here to Wash your face and hands"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He struggles again to ask, "Nurse, are my testicles black?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, the nurse replies, "I can't tell, I'm only here to wash your face and hands".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ward sister was passing and saw the man getting a little distraught, so marched over to inquire what was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sister," he mumbled, "Are my testicles black?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being a nurse of longstanding, the sister was undaunted. She whipped back the bedclothes, pulled down his pyjama trousers, moved his penis out of the way, had a right good look, pulled up the pyjamas, replaced the bedclothes and announced, "Nothing wrong with them!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At this the man yanked off his oxygen mask and asked again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Are my test results back !!!!!!!!!!??????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112434458760863361?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112434458760863361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112434458760863361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112434458760863361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112434458760863361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/black-balled.html' title='Black-balled'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112434113249112366</id><published>2005-08-17T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:01:18.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harry did like he always does, kissing his wife, crawling into bed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;falling to sleep. All of a sudden, he wakes up with an elderly man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dressed in a cowl standing in front of his bed. "What the hell are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doing in my bedroom?.. and who are you?" he asked. "This is not your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bedroom," the man replied, "I am St. Peter, and you are in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"WHAT!?? Are you saying I'm dead? I don't want to die.. I'm too young." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;said Harry. "If I'm dead, I want you to send me back immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not that easy", said St. Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you can only return as a dog or a hen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can choose on your own..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry thought about it for a while, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;figured out that being a dog is too tiring, but a hen probably has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nice and relaxed life. Running around with a rooster can't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I want to return as a hen." Harry replied. And in the next second, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;found himself in a chicken run, really nicely feathered. But man, now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"he" felt like the rear end was gonna blow.. then along came the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rooster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you must be the new hen on the farm." he said. "How does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's OK I guess, but it feels like my rear end is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blowing up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that!" said the rooster. "That's only the ovulation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going on. Have you never laid an egg before??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, how do I do that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harry asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cluck twice, and then you push all you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry clucked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;twice, and pushed more than he was good for, and then 'Plop' and an egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow" Harry said "that felt really good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;clucked again and squeezed. And you better believe that there was yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another egg on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time he clucked, he heard his wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shout: "Harry, for Gods sake wake up, you're shitting all over the bed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112434113249112366?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112434113249112366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112434113249112366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112434113249112366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112434113249112366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-after-death.html' title='Life after death'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112433689779212415</id><published>2005-08-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:48:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding-Dong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q:What's brown and sounds like a bell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A:Dung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112433689779212415?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112433689779212415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112433689779212415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112433689779212415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112433689779212415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/ding-dong.html' title='Ding-Dong'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112433515292309439</id><published>2005-08-17T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:19:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Substitute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little Johnny's teacher was asking all the kids in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the class what their parents did for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little Mary got up and said "my Dad is a pilot, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mommy is an architect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Great," said the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael got up and said " my Dad is a Doctor, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom is a housewife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Good," said the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Johnny was last in the class and when he got up he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;said: "My Mommy, she is a substitute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knowing better about his background and always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;striving to correct the kids, the teacher said, "you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mean she is a Prostitute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No," Said Johnny, "my sister, she is a Prostitute, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but when she does not feel well, my Mommy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;substitutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112433515292309439?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112433515292309439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112433515292309439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112433515292309439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112433515292309439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/substitute.html' title='Substitute'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112424038697383565</id><published>2005-08-16T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:59:46.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mexican Police Officer: "So, do you know the criminal Pablo Sanchez?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Juan (Just Taken Prisoner): "Know him? Yesterday, I am riding my horse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the horse he stop to make droppings in the road. Pablo Sanchez step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;out from bushes, holding very big pistola, and tells me to get down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he points to the droppings and says, 'you must eat all of that'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what can I do? He has the very big gun, so I start to eat. Pablo is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;laughing. He laughs so hard that he drops the big gun. I quick grab it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and say, 'Now, Pablo, you must eat!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"And what can Pablo do? I now have the very big gun. So Pablo eat all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the rest of that pile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So, you ask do I know Pablo Sanchez? Why, just yesterday Pablo and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;have lunch together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112424038697383565?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112424038697383565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112424038697383565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112424038697383565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112424038697383565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/bandito.html' title='Bandito'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112415949096763150</id><published>2005-08-15T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:31:30.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rope in a bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A length of Rope went into a bar, sat on a stool, and ordered a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bartender said, "We don't serve Ropes here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismayed and disappointed, the Rope went out and then got an idea. He stopped a man and asked, "Will you please tie a knot in me and separate my strands at both ends?". The man obliged, and with this done, the Rope went back into the bar and again ordered a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bartender looked him over and said, "Say, aren't you the same rope who was in here before?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," was the reply, "I'm a frayed knot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112415949096763150?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112415949096763150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112415949096763150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112415949096763150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112415949096763150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/rope-in-bar.html' title='Rope in a bar'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112409786874953052</id><published>2005-08-15T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T02:24:28.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone else in the room stops to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN: "Hello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOMAN: "Honey, it''s me. Are you at the club?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN: "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOMAN: "I am at the mall now and found this beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;leather coat. It''s only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN: "Sure, ...go ahead if you like it that much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and saw the new 2003 models. I saw one I really liked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN: "How much?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOMAN: "$60,000"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing....the house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we wanted last year is back on the market. They''re asking $950,000."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer, but just offer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;$900,000."&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "OK. I''ll see you later! I love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN: "Bye, I love you, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are looking at him in astonishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he asks: "Anyone know who this phone belongs to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112409786874953052?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112409786874953052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112409786874953052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112409786874953052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112409786874953052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-phone.html' title='On the Phone'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112374805848260380</id><published>2005-08-11T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:14:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An old man and his wife have gone to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After lying in bed a few minutes the old man rips one and says,"Seven Points."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His wife rolls over and says, "What in the world was that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old man replied, "It's fart football!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few minutes later the wife lets one go and says - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Touchdown, tie score!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After about five minutes the old man rips one again and says - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Touchdown, I'm ahead 14 to 7!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not to be out done the wife rips another one and says, - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Touchdown, tie score!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five seconds go by and she lets out a tiny one and says - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Fieldgoal, I lead 17 to 14!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now the pressures on and the old man refuses to get beat by a woman so he pushes real hard but to no avail. Realizing a defeat is totally unacceptable he gives it everything he has but instead of farting he shits on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The wife looks and says, "What the hell was that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old man replied, "Half-time, Switch sides!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112374805848260380?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112374805848260380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112374805848260380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374805848260380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374805848260380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/american-football.html' title='American Football'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112374449712687027</id><published>2005-08-11T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:15:53.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A deep-sea diver is twenty feet below sea level when he sees another guy with no scuba gear. He goes down another thirty feet, and the guy with no equipment stays with him. He takes out a waterproof chalkboard and writes, "How the hell can you stay down this deep without equipment?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guy takes the chalkboard and writes, "You asshole, I'm drowning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112374449712687027?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112374449712687027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112374449712687027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374449712687027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374449712687027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/underwater.html' title='Underwater'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112374430666551638</id><published>2005-08-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:11:46.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80 Year old Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An 80-year old man was having his annual checkup and the doctor asked him how he was feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I've never been better!" he boasted. "I've got an eighteen year old bride who's pregnant and having my child! What do you think about that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor considered this for a moment, then said, "Let me tell you a story. I knew a guy who was an avid hunter. He never missed a season. But one day, he went out in a bit of a hurry, and he accidentally grabbed his umbrella instead of his gun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor continued, "So he was in the woods, and suddenly a grizzly bear appeared in front of him! He raised up his umbrella, pointed it at the bear and squeezed the handle. And do you know what happened?" the doctor queried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dumbfounded, the old man replied, "No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor continued, "The bear dropped dead in front of him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's impossible!" exclaimed the old man. "Someone else must have shot that bear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112374430666551638?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112374430666551638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112374430666551638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374430666551638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374430666551638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/80-year-old-father.html' title='80 Year old Father'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112374364406666694</id><published>2005-08-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:00:44.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pope and Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shortly after the Pope had apologized to the Jewish People for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;treatment of the Jews by the Catholic Church over the years, Ariel Sharon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Prime Minister of Israel, sent a proposal to the College of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cardinals for a friendly game of golf to be played between the two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;leaders or their representatives to demonstrate the friendship and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ecumenical spirit shared by the Catholics and the Jews. The Pope then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;met with his College of Cardinals to discuss the proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Your Holiness," said one of the Cardinals, "Mr. Sharon wants to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;challenge you to a game of golf to show that you are old and unable to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;compete. I am afraid that this would tarnish our image in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Pope thought about this and since he had never held a golf club in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;his life asked, "Don't we have a Cardinal to represent me?" "None who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;plays golf very well," a Cardinal replied. "But," he added, "there is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;man named Jack Nicklaus, an American golfer, who is a devout Catholic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can offer to make him a Cardinal, and then ask him to play Mr.Sharon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as your personal representative. In addition to showing our spirit of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;co-operation, we will also win the match." Everyone agreed that this was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a great idea. The call was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, Nicklaus was honored and he agreed to play as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;representative of the Pope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day after the match, Nicklaus reported to the Vatican to inform the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pope of the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I have some good news and some bad news, Your Holiness," said Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tell me the good news, Cardinal Nicklaus," said the Pope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well, Your Holiness, I don't like to brag, but even though I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;played some pretty terrific rounds of golf in my life, this was the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have ever played, by far. I must have been inspired from above. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;drives were long and true, my irons were accurate and purposeful, and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;putting was perfect. With all due respect, my play was truly miraculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How can there be bad news?" the Pope asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicklaus sighed, "I lost to Rabbi Woods by three strokes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112374364406666694?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112374364406666694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112374364406666694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374364406666694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374364406666694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/pope-and-golf.html' title='The Pope and Golf'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112374294544578629</id><published>2005-08-10T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:49:05.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Your honor, " explained the young man, "I'd like to get married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"All right, what is your age?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm 22, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"And the age of the bride?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She's 15, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"15???  That's too young -- marrying you would be against the law!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I see, " said the young man.  "Would you mind explaining that to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fella next to her with the shotgun?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112374294544578629?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112374294544578629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112374294544578629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374294544578629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112374294544578629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112366410596147046</id><published>2005-08-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:55:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The teacher walked into the classroom to find words like "cunt" and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"cock" scrawled all over the blackboard. She suspected Little Johnny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but could not prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Children," she said, addressing the classroom, "you are much too young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to use vile language like that. Now we're all going to close our eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and count up to fifty. Then, while our eyes are closed, I want the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;little boy or girl who wrote those words on the board to tiptoe up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;erase them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the signal, the teacher and the children all closed their eyes. Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the teacher counted out loud, very slowly. She peeked and saw Little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Johnny leave his seat. When she reached fifty, she said, "All right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody open their eyes." She was very pleased with Little Johnny for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;doing the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All eyes went to the blackboard, but none of the words were erased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Below them was the message: "FUCK you, teacher! The Phantom strikes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112366410596147046?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112366410596147046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112366410596147046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112366410596147046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112366410596147046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/phantom.html' title='The Phantom'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112365970240547191</id><published>2005-08-10T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:41:42.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was a kid, we walked 10 miles to school every day, sometimes in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the rain or snow. Man, did we feel stupid when we found out there was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112365970240547191?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112365970240547191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112365970240547191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112365970240547191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112365970240547191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/hardship.html' title='Hardship'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112365965642340137</id><published>2005-08-10T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:40:56.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contraceptives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two ladies were talking over the back fence. One asked, "Do you use oral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;contraceptives?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other said, "Oh, no! Don't tell me you can get pregnant THAT way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112365965642340137?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112365965642340137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112365965642340137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112365965642340137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112365965642340137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/contraceptives.html' title='Contraceptives'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112365943720923764</id><published>2005-08-10T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:37:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuclear Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A guy gets on a plane and finds himself seated next to a cute blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He immediately turns to her and makes his move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You know," he says, "I've heard that flights will go quicker if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.  So let's talk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The blonde, who had just opened her book, closes it slowly and says to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the guy, "What would you like to discuss?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh, I don't know," says the guy. "How about nuclear power?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"OK," says the blonde.  "That could be an interesting topic.  But let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ask you a question first.  A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;stuff ~ grass.  Yet the deer excretes little pellets, the cow turns out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a flat patty, and the horse produces muffins of dried poop.  Why do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;suppose that is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guy is dumbfounded.  Finally he replies, "I haven't the slightest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;idea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So tell me," says the blonde, "How is it that you feel qualified to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;discuss nuclear power, when you don't know shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112365943720923764?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112365943720923764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112365943720923764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112365943720923764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112365943720923764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/nuclear-power.html' title='Nuclear Power'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112356497549358232</id><published>2005-08-08T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:38:13.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pretty coed was shocked when the biology professor asked her, "What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;part of the human anatomy enlarges to about 10 times its normal size &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during periods of emotion or excitement?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I - I - I refuse to answer that question," the girl stammered and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blushingly turned her face away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another student was asked the same question and answered correctly, "The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pupil of the eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Miss," said the professor, "your refusal to answer the question leads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me to three conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;1. You didn't study last night's assignment,&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have a dirty mind, and&lt;br /&gt;3. Your marriage will be a tremendous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;disappointment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112356497549358232?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112356497549358232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112356497549358232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112356497549358232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112356497549358232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/difficult-question.html' title='Difficult Question'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112305500268241918</id><published>2005-08-03T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T00:43:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A very shy guy goes into a pub on Valentine's Day night and sees a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar. After an hour of gathering up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;his courage he finally goes over to her and asks tentatively, "Um, would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you mind if I brought you a drink?" She responds by yelling, at the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;of her lungs, "No, I won't sleep with you tonight!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone in the pub is now staring at them. Naturally, the guy is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hopelessly and completely embarrassed and he slinks back to his table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;totally red faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and apologises. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;smiles at him and says, "I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then. You see, I'm a graduate student in psychology and I'm studying how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;people respond to embarrassing situations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To which he responds, at the top of his lungs, "What do you mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;$200?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112305500268241918?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112305500268241918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112305500268241918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112305500268241918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112305500268241918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/psychology.html' title='Psychology'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112305389706711257</id><published>2005-08-03T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T00:25:50.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 things I hate about People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time....I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;where my watch is pal, where the fuck is yours?  Do I point at my crotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their arse to search the entire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the channel manually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking right!  What good is a cake if you can't eat it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is. Why the fuck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;do this?  Who and where are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?".  No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tosser, I paid 10 quid to come to the cinema and stare at the fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?.  Didn't really give me a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;choice there, did you sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'.  Which is it?  If it's new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then there has never been anything before it.  If it's an improvement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;then there must have been something before it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. When people say "life is short".  What the fuck??  Life is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;longest damn thing anyone ever fucking does!!  What can you do that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks, "Has the bus come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet?.  If the bus came would I be standing here, Knob head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. People who say things like 'My eyes aren't what they used to be'. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what did they used to be? ears, Wellington boots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. When you're eating something and someone asks 'Is that nice?'  No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's really revolting - I always eat stuff I hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. People who announce they are going to the toilet. Thanks that's an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;image I really didn't need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. McDonalds staff who pretend they don't understand you if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;insert the 'Mc' before the item you are ordering.....  It has to be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;McChicken Burger, just a Chicken Burger gets blank looks. Well I'll have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a McStraw and jam it in your McEyes you fucking McTosser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112305389706711257?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112305389706711257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112305389706711257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112305389706711257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112305389706711257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/13-things-i-hate-about-people.html' title='13 things I hate about People'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112288016291589877</id><published>2005-08-01T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:12:22.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Sport!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Guy receives a phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Hello," he answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The voice on the other end says, "This is Susan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We met at a party about 3 months ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Oh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Yes, it was at Don's house. After the party you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;took me home. On the way we parked and got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;into the back seat. You told me I was a good sport."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Oh, yeah! Susan! How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I'm pregnant and I'm going to kill myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Say Susan, you ARE a good sport."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112288016291589877?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112288016291589877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112288016291589877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112288016291589877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112288016291589877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-sport.html' title='Good Sport!'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14852857.post-112286702411459977</id><published>2005-07-31T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:30:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking out of turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A bloke is in a queue at the Super Market when he notices that the rather  dishy blonde behind him has just raised her hand and smiled hello to  him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is rather taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him,  and although familiar he can't place where he might know her from, so he says  "Sorry, do you know me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She replies "I maybe mistaken, but I thought you  might be the father of one of my children!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His mind shoots back to the  one and only time he has been unfaithful, "Christ!" he says "are you that  stripogram on my stag night that I shagged on the snooker table in front of all  my mates whilst your mate whipped me with some wet celery and stuck a cucumber  up my arse?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No" she replies, "I'm your son's English  Teacher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14852857-112286702411459977?l=packetjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/112286702411459977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14852857&amp;postID=112286702411459977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112286702411459977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14852857/posts/default/112286702411459977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://packetjokes.blogspot.com/2005/07/speaking-out-of-turn.html' title='Speaking out of turn'/><author><name>PacketGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07110935674831724484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
