<?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-11526011</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:05:26.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This That and Frog Hair</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS IS MY BLOG. AS A RULE YOU WILL SEE MANY JOKES AND PICTURES POSTED. I EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS. I HAVE THAT RIGHT STILL YET IN THIS NATION. 
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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/783/2021/320/414260/Cane1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have decided to start another &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;small blog for the remainder of this month.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allaboutmychristmas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All_About_Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This will get the run off from my blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this time of year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I intend to post a little of everything there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone with something they would like to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share something or lots of things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contact me and I will add you to the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contributor list.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This could be fun for everyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisthatandfroghair2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FROG_HAIR2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-116519435268858734?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/116519435268858734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=116519435268858734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/12/night-before-christmaslarry-cable-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-116351949740800673</id><published>2006-11-14T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T07:51:37.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Highway To Hell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/fHHfiFEznJM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/fHHfiFEznJM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115547703727428356</id><published>2006-09-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:43:16.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some one Help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;UPDATE: ON SUNDAY MORNING I RECIEVED THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;001 java.io.IOException: No space left on deviceblog/31/39/9/thisthatandfroghair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;/archives/2006_09_10_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thisthatandfroghair_archive.html&lt;br /&gt;No space left on deviceblog/31/39/9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I tried to to resolve this and gave up I then started moving my blog to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisthatandfroghair2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://thisthatandfroghair2.blogspot.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now for what ever error on my part I have what appears to be limited space here to post. However it now shows my other blog here too, on my profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;AAARRRRGGGGG....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I don't know how this will iron out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;For your daily jokes and such go to the #2 site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Notice I have apparently reached the End of Frog hair days here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Any suggestions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have deleted a few posts to be able to post this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;At this point I am working on creating a new frog hair on blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Until I can decide if I want to move to another blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;or go dot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisthatandfroghair2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://thisthatandfroghair2.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have moved to this are on blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Until I can sort out what is happening with my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have posted several of my last posts there and will be posting new pos&lt;/span&gt;ts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115547703727428356?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115547703727428356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>HEY WAIT  Jokes will be posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/ATT438611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/ATT438611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over the next few days &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am leaving different &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posts at the begining of this blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My regular laughes and grins will follow below.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/maxine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/maxine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115479377444370570?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115479377444370570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115797201131664309</id><published>2006-09-11T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:53:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;TRIBUTE for the KIDS OF SEPT. 11th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/NBL_P6i6Kuw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/NBL_P6i6Kuw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115797201131664309?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115797201131664309/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115792992634354714</id><published>2006-09-10T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:12:06.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Why We Fight...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/X_-kJ-fYxV8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/X_-kJ-fYxV8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its 9-11-06 Remember 9-11-01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115792992634354714?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115764556191924464</id><published>2006-09-07T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:12:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Reagan Tribute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Ac5xFOC9otw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Ac5xFOC9otw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is the best 4 minutes of my day. If you do nothing else today watch this video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115764556191924464?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115764556191924464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115764556191924464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115764556191924464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115764556191924464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/09/reagan-tribute-this-is-best-4-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115542778906737022</id><published>2006-08-28T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:02:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Cents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/back%20off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/back%20off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well I wasn't going to do a personal post for a while. I have done plenty the last week or two.&lt;br /&gt;But some man/person left a comment on my site that gave me pause. He broke the rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO AS YOU WILL HARM NONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His comment would have offended my family members.&lt;br /&gt;And buddy when you tread on my on my family. You walk on the fighten'  side of me. Any comment from this day forward directed at any member of my family will be deleted should I find it an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very few people know me or my family. I am amazed to daily watch the world around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;First: I do not claim to be a Christian. I am a believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Second: I follow the old traditions.  Let me clarify that I am an American Indian/Euro mix. I can trace my ancestors back nearly to the days of Christ. I am a decendant of the the DAR proven fact that  a direct ancestor was a body guard to George Washington. (By the way I didn't prove that.) Also a daughter of the Mayflower.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have a pedigree that most would envy. When my daughter says she is a princess well start tracing my linage and you will find that is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The other side of the family is Mohawk this to is proven by lineage. So to any jackass out there that wants to tell me that I am not a Citizen of this nation I say this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Its the damn Euro trash that started the problems here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My Grand mothers walked the fucking trail of tears. Every damn step. They were married to the Euro trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I hear how the black man was a slave. Well folks lets look at the true history of this nation. Then come back and tell me how it was only the black man. When it was the white man that broke the food staff of my ancestors and left them to die with the pox or starvation. The white man that drove them like cattle and removed them from their lands. So that those same lands could be stolen. Every step any white person takes in this nation is a step on the lands shared by the Native peoples here. Land the Euro's stole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You want to insult me well get in line. You want to insult my family well then you will come through me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There has never been a war that a member of my family has not been there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ever since this nation was founded including the Revolution. There were decades that my people were oppressed and kept down. Generations of new religions and oppression. We survived. I will not allow any Euro trash to set me or mine back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Once again to make my point. This is my nation and I am proud of it. Through the blood of all of my ancestors I have the right to voice my opinion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Third: I have never claimed an initial after my name. I have mentioned that I am a democrat and in the center.  On occasion I have stated that I believe my party was hi-jacked and like any hijacking it has gone to seed. We dems have no leaders. All we have is nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;GOT THAT NUTS.  AS IN KOOKU FOR COACOA PUFFS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I can not give you a name for 08 that I or mine would vote for if there is a D after the name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This is because of the likes of Hillary, Kerry, Kennedy, Durbin and the list goes on. Zell Miller and Lieberman were the last of the true democrats.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fourth: Before you take the liberty to assume anything about me then study yourself approved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fifth: Reguarding Islam  General Curtis LaMay said when they get tired of dying we will quit killing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I consider myself and mine &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAINSTREAM AMERICANS&lt;/span&gt;, we earned that title. We walked the walk. Have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Any questions? Email me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115542778906737022?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115542778906737022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115542778906737022&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115542778906737022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115542778906737022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-two-cents.html' title='My Two Cents.'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115646528525405786</id><published>2006-08-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:21:25.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet ya don't Fr**ckin Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/untitled.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/untitled.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know this Man? Have you ever seen him before? I don't know him personally. I have heard him once in a while on the radio and t.v. I have made an ass out of myself a time or two in his office, I would guess. Nudder story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is John Sullivan.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://sullivan.house.gov/"&gt;http://sullivan.house.gov/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is one of my reps. Yeppers he is. I have a reason for this posting. Bear with me. Gayle I emailed this to you so you know already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the phone rang. I glanced at the caller id. It came up Capital U.S. 202-226-9928.&lt;br /&gt;Well spank my butt. I.d. has shown Capital before and it was Capital One, one of the most, with out a doubt bar none, the most annoying credit card companies around.&lt;br /&gt;In my state of don't freakin' mess with me today I am not in the mood I grabbed the phone and said "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller asked for my husband or Patricia, me.&lt;br /&gt;However he didn't pronunce my hubbies name correctly. I, mean come on its a simple name Miles just like it reads and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;So I started out very mean you didn't pronunce his name right you have 30 seconds. If this is another credit card offer go......."&lt;br /&gt;The caller was saying wait a minute then quickly stated he was calling for congressman Sullivan. He stated his business and wanted to know if I/we still felt the way we did when we emailed him. "&lt;br /&gt;"I snapped which email I email often."&lt;br /&gt;He told me the one of July 30th was the one he was dealing with.. He said that Congressman Sullivan had read it and wanted him to call.&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking when pigs fly.&lt;br /&gt;I still being in a rabid mood was not ready to believe any one from the U.S. gov was calling. Snapped back "yes we stand behind every email and everything we have stated before."&lt;br /&gt;He said well you indicated you are not happy with money going to lebanon and you want money to go to Israel. You indicate that you believe Israel is an ally. (me thinking no shit sherlock)&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh? Well we want to let you know that Congressman understands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!!!!!! My opening!!!! Does he? Israel is the last defense and first defense we have against terrorism. I get it. We get it.&lt;br /&gt;Well you indicate that you don't want to send money to the other country.&lt;br /&gt;Me "No I dont' want to rebuild Lebanon. They harbor terrorists and I don't want my money funding a terrorist state. I have nothing against them except they harbor terrorists."" You guys in Washington announced through the State Department that you are going to rebuild Lebanon. Well screw that send the money to Israel. If you can't do that then here is a thought take my hard earned tax dollars and send Lebanon one billion and Israel 3 billon thats fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows who this poor man was but he got an ear full. God bless him. I am sure he wasn't ready for another rant. I explained to him. Well I demanded his attention and told him&lt;br /&gt;"Look me and mine are democrats and we are not happy with the democrat party in fact we are convinced they couldn't save a piss ant from a mud puddle.". (that got a chuckel) I told him look we get it already. We understand why we are in Iraq. If we can not stabalize Iraq we will not have demoracy anywhere on the globe.&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me why Sullivan isn't LOUD AND PROUD repeating what Bush is saying Why is our president the lone voice in the wilderness. Where the hell is his party? Why are they not getting this important point across?&lt;br /&gt;He tried to tell me Sullivan backs the president.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him when?&lt;br /&gt;He said I can't tell you exactly when.&lt;br /&gt;I told him yea well not with in my recent memory. Its time to stand up in an election year and be counted. Who the hell is going to vote against that? Who once they understand what the stakes are will vote any other way.&lt;br /&gt;Hey I am a democrat and I speak for 12 you do the math. (120,000 we speak for Yea let me do your talking.)&lt;br /&gt;This conversation covered illegal immigration, domestic fuels, world powers and many other topics.&lt;br /&gt;Not excluding the war the military. By God you voted to send my troops to war stand behind them. It isn't politics.&lt;br /&gt;We ended with him telling me that Sullivan will probably be contacting me again. ( Me think yea right) I told him when he gets ready to hear my take on the judges and making laws call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember my challenge???? Bet ya blew me off. Too bad I speak for you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115646528525405786?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115646528525405786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115646528525405786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115646528525405786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115646528525405786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/bet-ya-dont-frckin-care.html' title='Bet ya don&apos;t Fr**ckin Care'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115577939375755178</id><published>2006-08-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:56:05.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/gnom001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/gnom001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am still a wee bit nervous posting here because of the thing Sunday. I hate it when blogger eats my post. Don't they ever feed the bitch? I have gotten where I cut and paste a copy of everything I do before a post because to the MIA posts.&lt;br /&gt;My hubby claims someone is censoring me. He says it happens more when I open my mouth and bitch about the media. He is begining to wear on my nerves over that also. He has never adhered to a conspiracy in his. Between he and blogger I may just go to posting butterflies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115577939375755178?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115577939375755178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115577939375755178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115577939375755178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115577939375755178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-still-wee-bit-nervous-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115541943935175809</id><published>2006-08-13T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:06:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/sylverster.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/sylverster.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;An old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he has been living with for the last 40 years. The Wizard says, "Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you." The old man says without hesitation, "I now pronounce you man and wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They say, 'Every year 138 million children are born around the world.' Damn, It looks to me like procreation is our only form of recreation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;With the break-up of the Soviet Union and the upheavals in Russia&lt;br /&gt;leading to new found openness, some members of the government decided&lt;br /&gt;to break with tradition and clean up some of the memorials and&lt;br /&gt;exhibits around Red Square. When they opened the Lenin mausoleum for&lt;br /&gt;the first time, they found him caked with filth from years of public&lt;br /&gt;display, and it was extremely odiferous. This action caused such a&lt;br /&gt;stir among the citizenry that some well-intentioned Russians found&lt;br /&gt;themselves kicked out of office. It goes to show that even with the&lt;br /&gt;new freedom in Russia, you can't air your dirty Lenin In public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;One evening while playing the roulette table, a fly landed on number&lt;br /&gt;17. Being influenced by any seeming sign, one of the players put his&lt;br /&gt;money on number 17. After my wheel was spun and there were no&lt;br /&gt;winners, another bettor turned to the disappointed loser and quipped,&lt;br /&gt;"It must have been a house fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had to go on a business trip the day after my honeymoon, so I decided&lt;br /&gt;to purchase a gift for my new wife. At an airport gift shop, I found a&lt;br /&gt;coffee mug imprinted with the words, "I love you" inside a beautiful red&lt;br /&gt;heart. Confident the mug would please my wife, I asked to have it&lt;br /&gt;wrapped. She beamed when I gave it to her at dinner that night, but her&lt;br /&gt;face fell when she saw the writing on the back of the mug. It read,&lt;br /&gt;"Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A Texan is bragging to a Rhode Islander. "In Texas," he drawls, "you can&lt;br /&gt;get on a train, ride all day long, and still be in Texas by nightfall."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah", replies the Yankee, "We have slow trains in Rhode Island too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My wife Delores never quite got the hang of the 24-hour military clock.&lt;br /&gt;One day she called the orderly room to speak with me. The person who&lt;br /&gt;answered told her to call me at the extension in the band rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;hall. "He can be reached at 4700, Ma'am," the soldier advised. With a&lt;br /&gt;sigh of exasperation, my wife responded, "And just what time is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Co-workers sympathized as my mother complained that her back was really&lt;br /&gt;sore from moving furniture. "Why don't you wait till your husband gets&lt;br /&gt;home?" someone asked. "I could," my mother told the group," but the&lt;br /&gt;couch is easier to move if he's not on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had just moved to an address between Sunset Ave. and Sunset Blvd., one&lt;br /&gt;of Sacramento's major streets, and was explaining to a clerk where my&lt;br /&gt;home was located for billing purposes. "I live between Sunrise and&lt;br /&gt;Sunset," I told her. "Oh, honey," she knowingly replied, "we all do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lucky is in the midst of a long dry spell in Las Vegas. Eventually he&lt;br /&gt;gambles away all his money and has to borrow a quarter from another&lt;br /&gt;gambler just to use the men's room. He finds a stall that happens to be&lt;br /&gt;open and pockets the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing that his luck has finally changed, he puts the quarter in a&lt;br /&gt;slot machine and hits the jackpot. He takes his winnings and goes to&lt;br /&gt;the blackjack table and turns his modest winnings into a million&lt;br /&gt;dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, Izzy goes on the lecture circuit,&lt;br /&gt;where he tells his incredible story. He tells his audiences that he&lt;br /&gt;will always be eternally grateful to his benefactor, and if he ever&lt;br /&gt;finds the man he will share his fortune with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of speaking, a man in the audience jumps up and says, "I'm&lt;br /&gt;that man. I was the one who gave you the quarter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I remember you well, but you aren't the one I'm&lt;br /&gt;looking for. I mean the guy who left the door open!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Blarney%20stone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Blarney%20stone1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Several proofreaders were working together on Bill Clinton's new book&lt;br /&gt;when the topic turned to the title, MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One proofreader turned to the other and asked, "Isn't that an 'f' in&lt;br /&gt;lie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SEX ... The only activity where you start at the top and work your way&lt;br /&gt;to the bottom, while getting a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;The colour blue has a calming effect. It causes the brain to release calming hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An Old Italian Mafia Don is dying. He calls&lt;br /&gt;his grandson to his bedside.&lt;br /&gt;"Grandson, I wanna you lissina to me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated .38 revolver so you will always remember&lt;br /&gt;me."&lt;br /&gt;"But grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about&lt;br /&gt;you leave me your Rolex watch instead?"&lt;br /&gt;"You lissina me. Somma day you gonna be runna da&lt;br /&gt;business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money,&lt;br /&gt;a big home and maybe a couple of bambinos.&lt;br /&gt;"Somma day you gonna coma home and maybe finda&lt;br /&gt;your wife inna bed with another man.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatta you gonna do then... pointa to your watch&lt;br /&gt;and say, Times Up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ya gotta love this principal&lt;br /&gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was&lt;br /&gt;recently faced with a unique problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put&lt;br /&gt;it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick&lt;br /&gt;they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip&lt;br /&gt;prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls&lt;br /&gt;would put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all&lt;br /&gt;the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She&lt;br /&gt;explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the&lt;br /&gt;custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the&lt;br /&gt;maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned&lt;br /&gt;the mirror with it.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/osama_resort.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/osama_resort.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;Americans on average use about 580 pounds of paper per year per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My nine year old girl became so enamored of adventure tales that she&lt;br /&gt;neglected everything to concentrate on reading. She would read&lt;br /&gt;anything she could get her hands on. Her room became an unholy mess,&lt;br /&gt;and all of her mother's exhortations fell on deaf ears. One&lt;br /&gt;afternoon, however, my wife returned home to find our daughter's room&lt;br /&gt;as spic-and-span as the operating theatre of a big hospital. Not one&lt;br /&gt;thing was out of place. "How wonderful!" she exclaimed. "What got&lt;br /&gt;into you?" "I've realized how important housework is," my daughter&lt;br /&gt;informed her. "I read in the paper where two ladies got a year apiece&lt;br /&gt;in jail, just for keeping a disorderly house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A telephone man joined the Army. As part of his basic training, he&lt;br /&gt;went out on the rifle range. He fired 99 shots at the target, and&lt;br /&gt;missed the target with every shot! His Drill Instructor tried to find&lt;br /&gt;out why. "What's the matter with you?" asked the DI. "Why can't you&lt;br /&gt;hit the target? What were you in civilian life?" "I was a telephone&lt;br /&gt;man," replied the new recruit, "and I don't know why I can't hit the&lt;br /&gt;target. Let me see..." The telephone man checked his rifle, checked&lt;br /&gt;his rifle again, and checked his rifle a third time. He then put h is&lt;br /&gt;finger in front of the muzzle, pulled the trigger, and blew the end&lt;br /&gt;of his finger off! "Well," the phone man said, writhing in pain,&lt;br /&gt;"the bullets are leaving here fine. The trouble must be on the other&lt;br /&gt;end!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"We have created a monster, Doktor Frankenstein!" screeched Igor, the&lt;br /&gt;doctor's right and left hand man, his little body quivering with&lt;br /&gt;delight, and before the good doctor could stop him Igor waved various&lt;br /&gt;human limbs and organs in the patchwork face of the giant, howling,&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, stranger, are you from these parts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Little Conor William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new teacher was trying to make use of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psychology courses. She started her class by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying, "Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds, Little Conor William stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Do you think you're stupid, Little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conor William?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, ma'am, but I hate to see you standing there all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Little Conor William watched, fascinated, as his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother smoothed cold cream on her face. "Why do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do that, mommy?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To make myself beautiful," said his mother, who then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;began removing the cream with a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter?" asked Little Conor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William. "Giving up?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Sunday School teacher of preschoolers was concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that his students might be a little confused about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ because of the Christmas season emphasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on His birth. He wanted to make sure they understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the birth of Jesus occurred a long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that He grew up, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked his class, "Where is Jesus today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven raised his hand and said, "He's in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was called on and answered, "He's in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Conor William, waving his hand furiously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurted out, "I know! I know! He's in our bathroom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was completely at a loss for a few very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long seconds. Finally, he gathered his wits and asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Conor William how he knew this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Conor William said, "Well... every morning, my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father gets up, bangs on the bathroom door, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yells, "Jesus Christ, are you still in there?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The math teacher saw that little Conor William wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paying attention in class. She called on him and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said, "Conor William! What are 2 and 4 and 28 and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Conor William quickly replied, "NBC, CBS, HBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Cartoon Network!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Little Conor William's kindergarten class was on a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field trip to their local police station where they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw pictures tacked to a bulletin board of the 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most wanted criminals. One of the youngsters pointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a picture and asked if it really was the photo of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wanted person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the policeman. "The detectives want very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badly to capture him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Conor William asked, "Why didn't you keep him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you took his picture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Little Conor William attended a horse auction with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his father. He watched as his father moved from horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to horse, running his hands up and down the horse's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legs, rump, and chest. After a few minutes, Conor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William asked, "Dad, why are you doing that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father replied, "Because when I'm buying horses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make sure that they are healthy and in good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shape before I buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conor William, looking worried, said, "Dad, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the UPS guy wants to buy Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trees were killed in the sending of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message. 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After reading many blogs, comments and articles throughout the www and watching the slanted baised news I thought I would find the definitions in this pledge that most of us know by heart. I am sure there are many schools of thoughts on this. However no where with in those four lines do I see a democracy mentioned. I see republic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are a Republic if we can keep it.&lt;/em&gt; Those were some sage words by a founder. Some of the problems as I see them is the men and women in Washington are failing to keep in touch with we the people. We the people have become complacent in our nations's business. We depend entirely to much on what we have created. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Jokes will follow below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;1.Pledge: A solemn binding promise to do, give, or refrain from doing something: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al·le·giance:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loyalty or the obligation of loyalty, as to a nation, sovereign, or cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. republic - a political system in which &lt;em&gt;the supreme power lies in a body of citizens who can elect people to represent them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adj. 1. indivisible - impossible of undergoing division; "an indivisible union of states"; "one nation indivisible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lib·er·ty (lbr-t)&lt;br /&gt;n. pl. lib·er·ties&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;a. The condition of being free from restriction or control.&lt;br /&gt;b. The right and power to act, believe, or express oneself in a manner of one's own choosing.&lt;br /&gt;c. The condition of being physically and legally free from confinement, servitude, or forced labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus·tice (jsts)&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. The quality of being just; fairness.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;a. The principle of moral rightness; equity.&lt;br /&gt;b. Conformity to moral rightness in action or attitude; righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;a. The upholding of what is just, especially fair treatment and due reward in accordance with honor, standards, or law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.thefreedictionary.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/symbol4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/symbol4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Top 5 Web Acronyms We'd Like to See&lt;br /&gt;(Part I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; SIYW: Surprise! I'm your *WIFE*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; GGMHWTV: Gotta go, Mom's here with the vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; LOTSMKPFGM: Logging off to sell my kid's plasma for gas money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; AIIOMGSTV: "American Idol" is on -- must go shoot television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Topfive.com's Number 1 Web Acronym We'd Like to See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; MDSYMSCAMANHH2YHWALS: My dad saw your MySpace comment about me&lt;br /&gt;and now he's headed to your house with a loaded shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Top 5 Rejected Slogans Promoting Abstinence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; Don't think of it as less sex -- think of it as more time to&lt;br /&gt;watch "Babylon 5" reruns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; You've come a long way, Baby -- for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Abstinence: No f**kin' way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Spend a little time away from the orifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Topfive.com's Number 1 Rejected Slogan Promoting Abstinence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; "Hello, this is President Clinton with an important&lt;br /&gt;message for young people...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Top 5 Positive Aspects of a Scorching Heat Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; Between Starbucks and the bus stop, your Frappuccino turns&lt;br /&gt;into a 20-ounce espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; Easier to understand why those Middle Easterners are&lt;br /&gt;so darn cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Hollywood starlets don't have to worry about an attack&lt;br /&gt;of RCPNS: Red Carpet Pokey Nipple Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Grab the stick up Ann Coulter's ass and -- BOOM! --&lt;br /&gt;instant Bitchsicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Topfive.com's Number 1&lt;br /&gt;Positive Aspect of a Scorching Heat Wave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; Al Gore starts development on the World Wide Refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rumination of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to create a new bracelet&lt;br /&gt;that people can wear to raise awareness&lt;br /&gt;on the overuse of awareness bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sebastian P.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/CA4HY3WX.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/CA4HY3WX.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wanting to find out if both his wife and his mistress were being faithful to him, Gary decided to send them on the same cruise and question each one later about the other's behavior. When his wife returned, he asked her about people on the trip, casually inquiring about the passenger who was his mistress when she mentioned the woman. "Oh, that woman slept with nearly every man on the ship!" his wife reported. Unhappy with this information, Gary planned a rendezvous with his cheating mistress and decided to question her about the trip before confronting her with what he knew. Once again, he carefully inquired about the woman who was his wife after ascertaining that they had met. "She was a real lady," his mistress said. Gary's spirits picked up. "Why do you say that?" he asked. "She came on board with her husband and never left his side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following letter from the family's solicitor is addressed to a member of the British aristocracy who has been spending much of the summer in his residence in the south of France leaving his wife in the United Kingdom to look after the ancestral home. Dear Sir Royston, I hope you are having a good time on your holiday. I say this with sincerity because I am afraid that I have some bad news for you, although there is good news too. First the bad news. I am sorry to tell you that your favorite dog, Honey, is dead. The vet says that she died instantly and could have felt no pain. She was kicked in the head by your horse, Sherbert, though I'm sure that no blame can be attached to Sherbert, frightened as he was by the fire in the barn. I'm afraid that Sherbert was in the barn along with your other horses when it burnt to the ground. The fire brigade had been called within a short time of the barn catching fire and would normally have been able to put the fire out. Had it had not been for the fact that the tender crashed into your Bentley in the lane. Your wife had taken it out for a spin with your brother. As it was, both the tender and your Bently were written off. No blame can be attached to your wife for the accident I'm sure. The Bentley was stationary at the time and your wife was in the back seat of the car. She managed to escape death only due to the fact that your brother was lying on top of her at the time of the collision. The doctors say that given time she will regain her sight but that she will never walk again. She has also lost her memory and cannot even remember you. Your brother, unfortunately, was killed. I should explain how the barn came to be on fire in the first place. You see a spark from the house blew over and set the roof alight. The fire started in the main hall of the house where, as you know, your Mattisse and your Picasso once hung. I say 'once' because they are not there now. Fortunately neither of these paintings were damaged in the conflagration as they were stolen beforehand by the burglar who started the fire. Although all of this may seem to you very serious it is not in fact the bad news that I wrote of. Your wife and brother had been visiting your Insurance agent in prison where he is serving a three year sentence for fraud. I'm afraid that none of your insurance policies are valid. As I said, there is some good news. The heat from the fire warmed your greenhouse and brought your flowers on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Try that!&lt;br /&gt;A lady on a commuter train was reading a newspaper article about life and death statistics. Fascinated, she turned to the man next to her and asked, "Did you know that every time I breathe somebody dies?" "Really," he said, "have you tried mouthwash?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A couple of old cowboys (Sam and Bubba) were sitting in a bar having a drink (or two or three), doing what most old cowboys do; complaining about the heat, the cows and their wives. They weren't exactly the brightest guys, and neither were their comments. Every day they said pretty much the same thing. And it always ended in a pissing contest over who had the worst wife. Today though something was different. There was a wise looking elderly Indian Chief sitting at the bar. They decided to ask him to decide, who had the worst wife. The first man (Sam) complained that his wife was always arguing with him. No matter what he said, she always said the opposite. She didn't just say it either, she said it so loud that the neighbors complained. The old Chief listened attentively and then said, "If your wife was Indian, we would name her Fire-Water." Sam asked "Why would you call her Fire-Water?" The Indian Chief replied, "Every time she opens her mouth she breathes fire and your knees turn to water." The second man (Bubba) said "My wife is so bad that we haven't hadn't had physical relations in darn near twenty years." The chief again listened attentively and pronounced Bubba's wife as "Sleeping-Dragon." When Bubba asked why, the chief replied, "If you try to touch her while she is sleeping, she will become a dragon and bite your head off." Sam and Bubba had a good laugh over their wives new names. Then Sam asked, "Okay, them Indian names are pretty cool, but.... Who has the worst wife?" The chief replied, "I do." Bubba asked what the chiefs wife name was. The chief replied something along the lines of "Whumpo Havo Noja" Both Sam and Bubba looked very confused, and so the chief explained, "That's my wife's Indian name, it translates in English to "Three-Old-Horses." More puzzled than ever before Bubba asked, "Yeah, but what does it (Three-Old-Horses) mean? The chief sighed, took a sip of his beer and said , "Nag, Nag, Nag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/drive-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/drive-in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When the power mower was broken and wouldn't run. I kept hinting to my husband that he ought to get it fixed, but somehow the message never sank in. Finally, though, I thought of a clever way to make my point. When my husband arrived home that day, he found me seated out in the yard in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. He watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. He was gone only a few moments, when he came out again he handed me a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalk too." The doctors say he will probably live, but I can guarantee you, it will be quite a while before those casts come off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There was a much married woman who walked into a bridal shop one day and told the sales clerk that she was looking for a wedding gown for her fourth wedding. "Well", replied the sales clerk, "exactly what type of dress are you looking for?" The bride to be said, "A long, frilly white dress with a veil." The sales clerk didn't know quite what to say but she finally said, "Frankly, madam, gowns of that nature are considered more appropriate for brides who are being married the first time -- for those who are a bit more innocent, if you know what I mean." "Well" replied the customer, more than a little put out. "I can assure you that I am as innocent as the rest of them. Believe it or not, despite all my marriages, I remain as innocent as any first time bride." "You see, my first husband was so excited about our wedding he died as we were checking into our hotel. My second husband and I got into a terrible fight in the limo on our way to the reception and have not spoken since. We had that wedding annulled immediately." "What about your third husband?" asked the sales clerk. "Well" said the woman, "he was a Democrat and every night for four years he just sat on the edge of the bed and told me how good it was going to be." " But this time I am marring an attorney, I KNOW I'll get screwed this time!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;A fellow went to his doctor complaining that his asshole was feeling terribly sore. The doctor asked him to drop his drawers and bend over so he could take a look. "It's amazing!" the doctor said, as he pulled a $20 bill from the fellow's anus. Another $20 bill appeared behind the first one, so the doctor pulled it out, too. And then another! And another! And many more. Finally, the doctor had pulled the whole pile of $20 bills from the fellow's ass, and began to count it. (I sure hope that the doctor doesn't lick his thumb when he counts money) The doctor mentioned, "There was $1980 stuck in your anus!" And the fellow replied, "I knew I wasn't feeling two grand!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Asian women have always been exotic. Two guys were arguing about the correct orientation of Japanese women's sex organs. One said that Japanese women have theirs going from side to side, while the other said it goes vertical just like everybody else. The argument went on like this for hours until they decided to settle it once and for all by going to another friend who has a Japanese wife. Surely, he should know! After being told the subject of the argument, the friend quickly said, "Vertical, just like everybody else, and I'll prove it!" Although suspecting that the duo would just feast their eyes on his wife's pussy, he called his wife anyway, and she appeared from the second-floor bedroom. "Honey, take off your panties and slide down the banister" Like a good, obedient wife, she obliged and mounted the banister. On the way down, there was a long screeeeeech, and she landed on the floor. "See? Didn't I tell you guys that its vertical just like everybody else?" The two scratched their heads in wonder. What did that prove? "If it were horizontal, the sound would have been, blub, blub, blub, blub..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/CAM51D77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/CAM51D77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;By weight, the sun is 70% hydrogen, 28% helium, 1.5% carbon, nitrogen, and oxygen, and 0.5% all other elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bubba, a furniture dealer from Princeton, West Virginia, decided to expand the line of furniture in His store, so he decided to go to Paris to see what he could find in good furrin' stuff. After arriving in Paris, he met with some manufacturers and selected a line that he thought would sell very well back home in West Virginia. To celebrate the new acquisition, he decided to visit a small Bistro and have a glass of that French wine that he had heard so much about. As he sat enjoying his wine, he noticed that the small place was quite crowded, and that the other chair at his table was the only vacant seat in the house. Before long, a very beautiful young Parisian girl came to his table, asked him something in French (which he did not understand), and motioned toward the chair. He gestured for her to sit down. He tried to speak to her in English, but she did not speak his language so, after a couple of minutes of trying to communicat e with her, he took a napkin and drew a picture of a wine glass and showed it to her. She nodded, and he ordered a glass of wine for her. After sitting together at the table for a while, he took another napkin, and drew a picture of a plate with food on it, and she nodded. They left the Bistro and found a quiet cafe that featured a small group playing romantic music. They ordered dinner, after which he took another napkin and drew a picture of a couple dancing. She nodded, and they got up to dance. They danced until the cafe closed and the band was packing up. Back at their table, the young lady took a napkin and drew a picture of a four-poster bed. . . . . And, to this day, Bubba has no idea how she figured out that he was in the furniture business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A blonde is taking the driving portion of her driver's license exam. She handles most of the maneuvers quite well. However, she has a little trouble parallel parking, and winds up a about a foot from the curb. "Could you get a little closer?" the examiner asks. The blonde then unbuckles her seat belt and slides over toward the examiner and asks, "OK, sir... Now what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was the finish line of the Boston marathon. A first time runner is hobbling away, having just finished. A grizzled old marathoner looks at him and says "You'll feel a lot worse tomorrow." He pauses and then says, "But the REALLY bad news is that in about 3 days, you're going to think you had fun today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Working as a court reporter, I hear to a lot of testimony that you won't hear on LAW AND ORDER, including the following give-and-take between the judge and a mother during a paternity suit. Judge: "Was this child born out of wedlock?" Mother: "No, sir, just outside of Louisville."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/BROADJUMP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/BROADJUMP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bob had been married 25 years. He took a look at his wife one day&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Honey, 25 years ago, we had a cheap apartment, a cheap&lt;br /&gt;car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10 inch black and white TV,&lt;br /&gt;but I got to sleep every night with a hot 25-year-old blond. Now, we&lt;br /&gt;have a nice house, nice car, big bed and plasma screen TV, but I'm&lt;br /&gt;sleeping with a 50-year-old woman. It seems to me that you are not&lt;br /&gt;holding up your side of things." His wife was a very reasonable&lt;br /&gt;woman. She told him to go out and find a hot 25-year-old blond, and&lt;br /&gt;she would make sure that he would once again be living in a cheap&lt;br /&gt;apartment, driving a cheap car and sleeping on a sofa bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The family had finally gotten their first dishwasher. The father&lt;br /&gt;liked to inspect every new thing that cam into the house, so he&lt;br /&gt;stayed in the kitchen and watched the display count down all forty-&lt;br /&gt;four minutes of the dish washing cycle. Suddenly he called out for&lt;br /&gt;his wife, shouting, "It's useless, the dishwasher is useless!" The&lt;br /&gt;wife was amazed that the newest appliance could be broken after only&lt;br /&gt;one use, but he insisted that because they had a water softener, the&lt;br /&gt;dishwasher was useless. She decided to look for herself, and there it&lt;br /&gt;was, on the inside door, next to the detergent dispenser: USE LESS&lt;br /&gt;WITH SOFT WATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The orchestra conductor was missing some players in his string&lt;br /&gt;section and was desperate to fill the positions before the concert&lt;br /&gt;began. Just before the last rehearsal he went out the back door and&lt;br /&gt;into the alley behind the concert hall. There he "hooked up" with&lt;br /&gt;some very strange women of the night. He returned with two hideous&lt;br /&gt;creatures whose horrid faces and wings were very disturbing to the&lt;br /&gt;other players, but they were musicians of obvious talon. Nobody knew&lt;br /&gt;how he did it so quickly, but in that short time outside in the alley&lt;br /&gt;he somehow had contracted harpies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A career military man, who had retired as a corporal, was telling the&lt;br /&gt;younger men how he handled officers during his years of service. "It&lt;br /&gt;didn't matter a hoot if he was a Major General, an Admiral, or the&lt;br /&gt;Commander-in-Chief. I always told those guys exactly where to get&lt;br /&gt;off." "Wow, you musta been something," the admiring young soldiers&lt;br /&gt;remarked. "What was your job in the service?" "Elevator operator in&lt;br /&gt;the Pentagon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/769.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/769.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115547114702553464?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115547114702553464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115547114702553464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115547114702553464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115547114702553464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/sundays-editions.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Editions'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115543416137339827</id><published>2006-08-12T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:07:06.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Aide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/CAIBGRNK.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/CAIBGRNK.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been working on what I love to do and that is gather jokes to post. There are times when I can picture the faces of some dear bloggers as they sit with the morning cup and read the jokes. I actually have a goal of putting out a page that will make someone smile. Even if it is just one person its worth my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While working on my pages I found this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/wl/080601mideast;_ylt=Assd9V8N_BWrp5DpkuED4yPlWMcF;_ylu=X3oDMTA5bGcyMWMzBHNlYwNzc25hdg"&gt;Yahoo-Pictures_war&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I looked at the photos my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;heart sank. More of the same once you get into it. Doctored pictures. Even my untrained eye can catch the every so often fake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I looked at Pictures of protesters here. I thought "wonder why they don't go home to say these things." Then it was a redneck answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heres ya sign. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They dont' have ass enough to go back and say these things there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I have to say this. Every time you burn my flag I send a letter to my Reps saying no aide. NoAide. They have no respect for us. We don't need to support them. Do you understand me. Every time you are burning my flag and walking on the icons I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I am voicing my thoughts and encouraging my friends and family to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO AIDE FOR TERRORIST NATIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is an easy thing. Contact my reps. Bush may ask they can say NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115543416137339827?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/wl/080601mideast;_ylt=Assd9V8N_BWrp5DpkuED4yPlWMcF;_ylu=X3oDMTA5bGcyMWMzBHNlYwNzc25hdg--' title='No Aide'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115543416137339827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115543416137339827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115543416137339827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115543416137339827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-aide.html' title='No Aide'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115540302934845773</id><published>2006-08-12T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:17:09.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd News Round Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/environment/article1218041.ece" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Artic thawed in prehistoric global warming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  UUUhhhemmmmmmmm Hey Al what happenned 55 million years ago. Who polluted then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/5242160.stm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What's the myth of the hanging Munchkin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Just Wierd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/science/earth/09-08-2006/83834-holes-0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Strange Russian Holes in the Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/08/08/texas.penguins.reut/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Penguins corralled on Texas highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060804/lf_nm/asia_hungryghost_dc" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hungry Ghosts Overrun China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reuters.excite.com/article/20060808/2006-08-08T124417Z_01_L08851377_RTRIDST_0_ODD-CYPRUS-MONKEY-DC.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cypriots out searching for phantom monkey beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://society.guardian.co.uk/communities/story/0,,1839538,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mole Man of Hackney is ordered to stop digging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/5245950.stm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Evolution Reversed In Mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/family/story/0,,1837295,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jon Ronson investigates the Indigo kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/3707057.stm?ls" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mexico pilots release 'UFO film'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/5251266.stm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ancient Dagger found in Bulgaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115540302934845773?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115540302934845773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115540302934845773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115540302934845773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115540302934845773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/wierd-news-round-up.html' title='Wierd News Round Up'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115540208611061967</id><published>2006-08-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:01:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDGE FLORO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not sure how to approach this one.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inq7.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=13683"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JudgeFlor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; has made the news again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dismissed judge, elfin pals claim immortality&lt;br /&gt;By Armand NocumInquirer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last updated 02:42am (Mla time) 08/06/2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Published on page A1 of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 6, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Judge Floro contacted me after I posted a link to a story in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/05/saturday-weird-roundup.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WierdNewsRoundup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; back in May.  At the time I posted it I made no comment on this story.  Later after posting one of his many emails to me. I told him that I would give him equal time on my blog should he wish to write a post and/or wish to guest blog it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He sent other emails with tons of links to many publications on the net. However he has never sent anything to publish on this blog. He is very articulate in his emails. He seems very normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I live my life by the puddin test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DO AS YOU WILL HARM NONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I will not question several things that others study. As long as it meets the puddin test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; DO AS YOU WILL HARM NONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion, Occult, Paranormal events, UfO people, Cryptozoology.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will question anyone's intent when it does not meet the puddin test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO AS YOU WILL HARM NONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That includes politics, religion occult, paranormals, UfO stuff, and free speech that endangers a free people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not live in the Philippines nor do I know this man. I have no clue how he ruled from the bench. Once again I am extending an invitation to him to contact me and publish his side of the story and not a bunch of links written by others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115540208611061967?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115540208611061967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115540208611061967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115540208611061967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115540208611061967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/judge-floro.html' title='JUDGE FLORO'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115539668864975572</id><published>2006-08-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T08:31:29.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rules of Being a Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.. Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed&lt;br /&gt;and eaten by his fellow partygoers.&lt;br /&gt;2.. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;3.. It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances: a. When a&lt;br /&gt;heroic dog dies to save it's master b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts&lt;br /&gt;unbuttoning her blouse c. After wrecking your boss' Ferrari&lt;br /&gt;4.. Acceptable excuse for not helping a friend move: Your legs have been&lt;br /&gt;severed in a freak accident.&lt;br /&gt;5.. If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits&lt;br /&gt;forever, unless you actually marry her.&lt;br /&gt;6.. Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out&lt;br /&gt;of jail within 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;7.. The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who's running&lt;br /&gt;late is 5 minutes. Maximum.&lt;br /&gt;8.. Complaining about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is&lt;br /&gt;forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;9.. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable.&lt;br /&gt;10.. No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another&lt;br /&gt;man. (in fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional).&lt;br /&gt;11.. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may&lt;br /&gt;always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's&lt;br /&gt;playing.&lt;br /&gt;12.. It is permissible to quaff a fruity chick drink only when you're&lt;br /&gt;sunning on a tropical beach....and it's delivered by a topless&lt;br /&gt;supermodel...and it's free.&lt;br /&gt;13.. Unless you're in prison, never fight naked.&lt;br /&gt;14.. Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.&lt;br /&gt;15.. If a man's zipper is down, that's his problem - you didn't see&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;16.. Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies&lt;br /&gt;until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a&lt;br /&gt;buffalo wing clean.&lt;br /&gt;17.. You must offer heartfelt and public condolences over the death of a&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend's cat, even if it was you who secretly set it on fire and threw&lt;br /&gt;it into a ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;18.. Never join your girlfriend or wife in dissing a buddy of yours,&lt;br /&gt;except if she's withholding sex pending your response.&lt;br /&gt;19.. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing:&lt;br /&gt;both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an&lt;br /&gt;almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.&lt;br /&gt;20.. You cannot rat out a coworker who shows up at work with a massive&lt;br /&gt;hangover. You may however, hide the aspirin, smear his chair with limburger&lt;br /&gt;cheese, turn the brightness dial all the way down so he thinks his monitor&lt;br /&gt;is broken, and have him paged over the loudspeaker every seven minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;One day while on patrol, a police officer pulled over a car for&lt;br /&gt;speeding. He went up to the car and asked the driver to roll down her&lt;br /&gt;window. The first thing he noticed, besides the nice red sports car, was&lt;br /&gt;how hot the driver was! Drop dead blonde, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've pulled you over for speeding, Ma'me.... could I see your drivers&lt;br /&gt;license...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...What's a license...???" replied the blonde, instantly giving away&lt;br /&gt;the fact that she was as dumb as a stump..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's usually in your wallet..." replied the officer. After fumbling&lt;br /&gt;for a few minutes, the driver managed to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now may I see your registration..." asked the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Registration..... what's that.....?" asked the blonde. "It's usually&lt;br /&gt;in your glove compartment..." said the cop impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some more fumbling, she found the registration. "I'll&lt;br /&gt;be back in a minute..." said the cop and walked back to his car. The&lt;br /&gt;officer phoned into the dispatch to run a check on the woman's license&lt;br /&gt;and registration. After a few moments, the dispatcher came back;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm.... is this woman driving a red sports car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes...." replied the officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is she a drop dead gorgeous blonde?" asked the dispatcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... yes" replied the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's what you do...." said the dispatcher. "Give her the stuff back,&lt;br /&gt;and drop your pants..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!!? I can't do that. Its..... inappropriate..." exclaimed the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me..... just do it...." said the dispatcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cop goes back to the car, gives back the license and registration&lt;br /&gt;and drops his pants, just as the dispatcher said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde looks down and sighs..... "Ohh no... not ANOTHER&lt;br /&gt;breathalyzer.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A guy was trying to console a friend who'd just found his wife in bed&lt;br /&gt;with another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get over it, buddy," he said. "It's not the end of the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's all right for you to say," answered his buddy. "But what if you&lt;br /&gt;came home one night and caught another man in bed with your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fella ponders for a moment, then says, "I'd break his cane and kick&lt;br /&gt;his seeing-eye dog in the ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two car salesmen were sitting at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One complained to the other, "Boy, business sucks. If I don't sell more&lt;br /&gt;cars this month, I'm going to lose my fucking ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late he noticed a beautiful blonde, sitting two stools away.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, he offered apologies for his use of bad language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's okay," the blonde replied, "I have a very similar problem... If&lt;br /&gt;I don't sell more ass this month, I'm going to lose my fucking car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/begging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/begging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ski Season&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski season is here! Hence, the following list of exercises to get you&lt;br /&gt;prepared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Visit your local butcher and pay $30 to sit in the walk-in freezer&lt;br /&gt;for a half an hour. Afterwards, burn two $50 dollar bills to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Soak your gloves and store them in the freezer after every use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Fasten a small, wide rubber band around the top half of your head&lt;br /&gt;before you go to bed each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you wear glasses, begin wearing them with glue smeared on the&lt;br /&gt;lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Throw away a hundred dollar bill-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Find the nearest ice rink and walk across the ice 20 times in your&lt;br /&gt;ski boots carrying two pairs of skis, accessory bag and poles. Pretend&lt;br /&gt;you are looking for your car. Sporadically drop things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Place a small but angular pebble in your shoes, line them with&lt;br /&gt;crushed ice, and then tighten a C-clamp around your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Buy a new pair of gloves and immediately throw one away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Secure one of your ankles to a bedpost and ask a friend to run into&lt;br /&gt;you at high speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Go to McDonald's and insist on paying $8.50 for a hamburger. Be sure&lt;br /&gt;you are in the longest line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Clip a lift ticket to the zipper of your jacket and ride a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;fast enough to make the ticket lacerate your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drive slowly for five hours - anywhere - as long as it's in a&lt;br /&gt;snowstorm and you're following an 18-wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fill a blender with ice, hit the pulse button and let the spray blast&lt;br /&gt;your face. Leave the ice on your face until it melts. Let it drip into&lt;br /&gt;your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dress up in as many clothes as you can and then proceed to take them&lt;br /&gt;off because you have to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slam your thumb in a car door. Don't go see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Repeat all of the above every Saturday and Sunday until it's time for&lt;br /&gt;the real thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Redneck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Tell If You're A HIGH-TECH REDNECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your net-connected cell phone to the outhouse to read your&lt;br /&gt;eMail&lt;br /&gt;Your eMail address ends in ".over.yonder.com"&lt;br /&gt;Your computer is worth more than all your cars combined&lt;br /&gt;Your presence on the World Wide Web is a "Down Home Page"&lt;br /&gt;You tripled the value of your truck by installing a portable DVD You&lt;br /&gt;trim the kudzu back from your trailer so it won't mess up your DSL You&lt;br /&gt;ever refer to your computer as "Ole Bessy" Your screen saver is a bitmap&lt;br /&gt;image of your favorite tractor You start all your eMails with the words&lt;br /&gt;"Howdy!" You can fix a trolling motor with a set of PC tools You've ever&lt;br /&gt;used a CD-ROM as a coaster to set your drink can on The bumper sticker&lt;br /&gt;on your truck says "My other computer is a laptop" You know that a&lt;br /&gt;'network' has nothing to do with fishin' Your baseball cap has an Intel&lt;br /&gt;logo instead of "CAT" There's Bondo on your keyboard You keep inventory&lt;br /&gt;of your truck parts, fishin' lures and country music&lt;br /&gt;tapes in Excel&lt;br /&gt;You've got every font ever made that looks like Old West signs or wood&lt;br /&gt;plank&lt;br /&gt;fencing installed on your computer&lt;br /&gt;You have "Free Bird" and "Achy Breaky Heart" on the MP3 player in your&lt;br /&gt;truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ESP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of having to balance his wife Cindy's checkbook,&lt;br /&gt;Mike made a deal with her; he would look at it, but&lt;br /&gt;only after she had spent a few hours trying to wrestle&lt;br /&gt;it into shape.&lt;br /&gt;The following night, after spending hours poring over&lt;br /&gt;stubs and figures, Cindy said proudly, "I've done it!&lt;br /&gt;I made it balance!"&lt;br /&gt;Impressed, Mike came over to take a look. "Let's&lt;br /&gt;see... mortgage 550.00, electricity 70.50, phone&lt;br /&gt;35.00." His brow wrinkled as he read the last entry.&lt;br /&gt;"It says here ESP, $615. What the heck is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," she said, "That means, Error Some Place!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/beerrun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/beerrun1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A Republican and a Democrat were walking down the street when they came&lt;br /&gt;to a homeless person. The Republican gave the homeless person his&lt;br /&gt;business card and told him to come to his business for a job. He then&lt;br /&gt;took twenty dollars out of his pocket and gave it to the homeless&lt;br /&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Democrat was very impressed, and when they came to another homeless&lt;br /&gt;person, he decided to help. He walked over to the homeless person and&lt;br /&gt;gave him directions to the welfare office. He then reached into the&lt;br /&gt;Republican's pocket and got out twenty dollars. He kept $15 for&lt;br /&gt;administrative fees and gave&lt;br /&gt;the homeless person five. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A fisherman's wife was sitting on the bank of a river when&lt;br /&gt;along came the ranger and said "Excuse me madam&lt;br /&gt;but I need to speak to your husband. Can you tell me where&lt;br /&gt;he is?" She replied, pointing to a clump of reeds. "Go over&lt;br /&gt;there and look for the pole with a worm on both ends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;After buying her kids a pet hamster, after&lt;br /&gt;they PROMISED they would take care of it,&lt;br /&gt;Mom, as usual, ended up with the&lt;br /&gt;responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, exasperated, she asked&lt;br /&gt;them, "How many times do you think&lt;br /&gt;that hamster would have died if I hadn't&lt;br /&gt;looked after it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, her youngest 5 year old&lt;br /&gt;son replied quizzically, "Er.... Once?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sure fire kid wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;Never tell your mom her diet's not&lt;br /&gt;working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WHERE DO REDHEAD BABIES COME FROM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their baby was born, the panicked father went to see the obstetrician "Doctor," the man said, "I don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset because my daughter has red hair. She can't possibly be mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense," the doctor said. "Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may have contributed red hair to the gene pool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't possible," the man insisted. "This can't be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair for generations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the doctor, "let me ask you this. How often do you have sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seemed a bit ashamed. "I've been working very hard for the past year. We only made love once or twice every few months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there you have it!" The doctor said confidently. "It's rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Am on the Computer, and it's only 12:15 WOW! Haven't been on enough to take care of all the Fwds, and I have a rather large list! Gotta go work, C.U.L. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;This is from Sharon in OR&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new idea . . .A win, win, win, solution:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dig a moat the length of the Mexican border.&lt;br /&gt;2. Take the dirt from the moat to fix and raise the levies in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put the Florida alligators in the moat.&lt;br /&gt;Are there any other problems you would like for me to solve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/willy%20bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/willy%20bite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A Simple Mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with regret and haste that I write this letter to you, regret that&lt;br /&gt;such a small misunderstanding could lead to the following circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;and haste in order that you will get this report before you form your&lt;br /&gt;own pre-conceived opinions from reports in the world press, for I am&lt;br /&gt;sure that they will tend to over dramatize the affair. We had just&lt;br /&gt;picked up the pilot and the apprentice had returned from changing the G&lt;br /&gt;flag for the H and, it being his first trip, was having difficulty&lt;br /&gt;rolling the G flag up, I therefore proceeded to show him how. Coming to&lt;br /&gt;the last part, I told him to ``let go'', the lad although willing is not&lt;br /&gt;too bright, necessitating my having to repeat the order in a sharper&lt;br /&gt;tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment the chief officer appeared from the chart room, having&lt;br /&gt;been plotting the vessel's progress and, thinking that it was the&lt;br /&gt;anchors that were being referred to, repeated the ``let go'' to the&lt;br /&gt;third officer on the fo'cstle. The port anchor having been cleared away&lt;br /&gt;but not walked out, was promptly let go. The effect of letting the&lt;br /&gt;anchor drop from the ``pipe'' while the vessel was proceeding at full&lt;br /&gt;harbor speed proved too much for the windlass brake, and the entire&lt;br /&gt;length of the port cable was pulled out ``by the roots''. I fear that&lt;br /&gt;the damage to the chain locker may be extensive. The braking effect of&lt;br /&gt;the port anchor naturally caused the vessel to sheer in that direction,&lt;br /&gt;right towards the swing bridge that spans the tributary to the river up&lt;br /&gt;which we were proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swing bridge operator showed great presence of mind by opening the&lt;br /&gt;bridge for my vessel. Unfortunately, he did not think to stop vehicular&lt;br /&gt;traffic, the result being that the bridge partly opened and deposited a&lt;br /&gt;Volkswagen, two cyclists, and a cattle truck on the foredeck. My ship's&lt;br /&gt;company are at present rounding up the contents of the latter, which&lt;br /&gt;from the noise I would say were pigs. In his efforts to stop the&lt;br /&gt;progress of the vessel, the third officer dropped the starboard anchor,&lt;br /&gt;too late to be of practical use, for it fell on the swing bridge&lt;br /&gt;operator's control cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the port anchor was let go and the vessel started to sheer, I gave&lt;br /&gt;a double ring full astern on the engine room telegraph and personally&lt;br /&gt;rang the engine room to order maximum astern revolutions. I was&lt;br /&gt;informed that the sea temperature was 53 degs and asked if there was a&lt;br /&gt;film tonight. My reply would not add constructively to this report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to now I have confined my report to the activities at the forward end&lt;br /&gt;of the vessel. Down aft they were having their own problems. At the&lt;br /&gt;moment the port anchor was let go, the second officer was supervising&lt;br /&gt;the making fast of the after tug and was lowering the ship's towing&lt;br /&gt;spring down onto the tug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden braking effect on the port anchor caused the tug to run in&lt;br /&gt;under the stern of my vessel just at the moment when the propellers was&lt;br /&gt;answering my double ring full astern. The prompt action of the second&lt;br /&gt;officer in securing the inboard end of the towing spring delayed the&lt;br /&gt;sinking of the tug by some minutes, and thereby the safe abandoning of&lt;br /&gt;that vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is strange but at the very same moment of letting go the port anchor&lt;br /&gt;there was a power cut ashore. The fact that we were passing over a&lt;br /&gt;cable area at that time might suggest we may have touched something on&lt;br /&gt;the riverbed. It is perhaps lucky that the high tension cables brought&lt;br /&gt;down by the foremast were not live, possibly being replaced by the&lt;br /&gt;underwater cable, but owing to the shore blackout, it is impossible to&lt;br /&gt;say where the pylon fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to amaze me the actions and behavior of foreigners during&lt;br /&gt;moments of minor crisis. The pilot for instance is at this moment&lt;br /&gt;huddled in the corner of my day cabin alternately crooning to himself&lt;br /&gt;and crying after having consumed a bottle of gin in a time that is&lt;br /&gt;worthy of inclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the Guinness Book of Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tug captain on the other hand reacted violently and, had to be&lt;br /&gt;forcibly restrained by the steward, who has him handcuffed in the ship's&lt;br /&gt;hospital, where he is telling me to do impossible things with my ship&lt;br /&gt;and my crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enclose the names and addresses of the drivers and insurance companies&lt;br /&gt;of the vehicles on my foredeck, which the third officer collected after&lt;br /&gt;his somewhat hurried evacuation of the fo'cstle. These particulars will&lt;br /&gt;enable us to claim for the damage that they did to the railing of the&lt;br /&gt;no. 1 hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enclosing this preliminary report for I am finding it difficult to&lt;br /&gt;concentrate with the sound of police sirens and their flashing lights.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to think that had the apprentice realized that there is no&lt;br /&gt;need to fly pilot flags after dark, none of this would have happened.&lt;br /&gt;For weekly accountability report I will assign the following casualty&lt;br /&gt;numbers T/750101 to T/750119 inclusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/087(161).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/087%28161%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115539668864975572?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115539668864975572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115539668864975572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115539668864975572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115539668864975572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/think-snow.html' title='Think Snow'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115538758684131425</id><published>2006-08-12T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T05:59:46.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funnies and well.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Superior Health Insurance&lt;br /&gt;ATTN: Claims Review&lt;br /&gt;1423 W. 90th St.&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 05016&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter is in response to your recent letter requesting a&lt;br /&gt;more detailed explanation concerning my recent internment at&lt;br /&gt;Methodist Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, you asked for an expansion in reference to Block&lt;br /&gt;21(a)(3) of the claim form (reason for hospital visit). On the&lt;br /&gt;original form, I put "Stupidity". I realize now that this answer&lt;br /&gt;was somewhat vague and so I will attempt to more fully explain&lt;br /&gt;the circumstances leading up to my hospitalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had needed to use the restroom and had just finished a quick bite&lt;br /&gt;to eat at the local burger joint. I entered the bathroom, took care&lt;br /&gt;of my business, and just prior to the moment in which I had planned&lt;br /&gt;to raise my trousers, the locked case that prevents theft of the&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper in such places came undone and, feeling it striking&lt;br /&gt;my knee, unthinkingly, I immediately, and with unnecessary force,&lt;br /&gt;returned the lid back to its normal position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as I did this I also turned and certain parts of my&lt;br /&gt;body, which were still exposed, were trapped between the device's&lt;br /&gt;lid and its main body. Feeling such intense and immediate pain&lt;br /&gt;caused me to jump back. It quickly came to my attention that,&lt;br /&gt;when one's privates are firmly attached to an immovable object,&lt;br /&gt;it is not a good idea to jump in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon recovering some of my senses, I attempted to reopen the&lt;br /&gt;lid. However, my slamming of it had been sufficient to allow the&lt;br /&gt;locking mechanism to engage. I then proceeded to get a hold on&lt;br /&gt;my pants and subsequently removed my keys from them. I intended&lt;br /&gt;to try to force the lock of the device open with one of my keys;&lt;br /&gt;thus extracting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when I attempted this, my key broke in the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment of someone seeing me in this unique position became&lt;br /&gt;a minor concern, and I began to call for help in as much of a calm&lt;br /&gt;and rational manner as I could. An employee from the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;quickly arrived and decided that this was a problem requiring the&lt;br /&gt;attention of the store manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betty, the manager, came quickly. She attempted to unlock the&lt;br /&gt;device with her keys. Since I had broken my key off in the device,&lt;br /&gt;she could not get her key in. Seeing no other solution, she called&lt;br /&gt;the EMS (as indicated on your form in block 21(b)(1)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After approximately 15 minutes, the EMS arrived, along with&lt;br /&gt;two police officers, a fire-rescue squad, and the channel 4&lt;br /&gt;''On-the-Spot'' news team. The guys from the fire department&lt;br /&gt;quickly took charge as this was obviously a rescue operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senior member of the team discovered that the device was&lt;br /&gt;attached with bolts to the cement wall that could only be reached&lt;br /&gt;once the device was unlocked. (His discovery was by means of&lt;br /&gt;tearing apart the device located in the stall next to the one&lt;br /&gt;that I was in. (Since the value of the property destroyed in his&lt;br /&gt;examination was less than $50 (my deductible) I did not include it&lt;br /&gt;in my claim.) His partner, who seemed like an intelligent fellow&lt;br /&gt;at the time, came up with the idea of cutting the device from the&lt;br /&gt;wall with the propane torch that was in the rescue truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireman went to his truck, retrieved the torch, and commenced&lt;br /&gt;to attempt to cut the device from the wall. Had I been in a state&lt;br /&gt;to think of such things, I might have realized that in cutting the&lt;br /&gt;device from the wall several things would also inevitably happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the air inside of the device would quickly heat up,&lt;br /&gt;causing items inside the device to suffer the same effects that&lt;br /&gt;are normally achieved by placing things in an oven. Second, the&lt;br /&gt;metal in the device is a good conductor of heat causing items that&lt;br /&gt;are in contact with the device to react as if thrown into a hot&lt;br /&gt;skillet. And, third, molten metal would shower the inside of the&lt;br /&gt;device as the torch cut through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one bright note of the propane torch was that it did manage to&lt;br /&gt;cut, in the brief time that I allowed them to use it, a hole big&lt;br /&gt;enough for a small pry bar to be placed inside of the device. The&lt;br /&gt;EMS team then loaded me, along with the device, into the waiting&lt;br /&gt;ambulance as stated on your form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due the small area of your block 21(a)(3), I was unable to give&lt;br /&gt;a full explanation of these events, and thus used the word which&lt;br /&gt;I thought best described my actions that led to my hospitalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, (name withheld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/huhjobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/huhjobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rumination of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the hardest part of breaking up&lt;br /&gt;with a girl is convincing her we were&lt;br /&gt;actually dating in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As you've probably heard by now, actor/director&lt;br /&gt;Mel Gibson was charged with driving under the&lt;br /&gt;influence for an incident in Malibu last Friday&lt;br /&gt;in which he screamed obscenities and anti-Semitic&lt;br /&gt;statements at the arresting officers, as&lt;br /&gt;well as calling one female cop "sugar-tits."&lt;br /&gt;We wonder what's next for Mel's showbiz career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Top 5 Proposed Movies Starring Mel Gibson&lt;br /&gt;(Part I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; MADD Mel: Beyond Thunderbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; Malice &amp; Vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Dude, Where's My Swastika?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Ten Things I Hate About Jews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Topfive.com's Number 1 Proposed Movie Starring Mel Gibson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; Brainfart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Top 5 Proposed Movies Starring Mel Gibson&lt;br /&gt;(Part II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; An Inconvenient Vermouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; The Sixth Shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; 2006: A S'faced Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; The Crashin' of the Chrysler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Topfive.com's Number 1 Proposed Movie Starring Mel Gibson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; Jew, Me and Drambuie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rumination of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever release an album, I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;title it "10 Million German Hasselhoff Fans&lt;br /&gt;Can't Be Wrong." You know those crazy Germans will buy&lt;br /&gt;anything with that guy's name on it,&lt;br /&gt;and then I'll have an even bigger laugh with&lt;br /&gt;the leadoff single, "Oh Yes, They Freakin' *Can*!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/holes-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/holes-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rumination of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following surgery I had a near-death&lt;br /&gt;experience, but ultimately convinced my&lt;br /&gt;raging wife the nurse was merely checking my blood&lt;br /&gt;pressure "the old fashioned way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tidewater Joe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The Top 5 Bad Romance Novel Metaphors or Similes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; He Beatty-ed her shamelessly, making her squeal like Ned&lt;br /&gt;and hallucinate like Warren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; He awoke my slumbering womanhood with his double tall loin&lt;br /&gt;latte. "Starbuck!" I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; His chest was her pillow, and oh, did she drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Claire felt swept away by this dark stranger, a helpless dust&lt;br /&gt;bunny in the roaring cacophony of his gas-powered leaf blower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Topfive.com's Number 1 Bad Romance Novel Metaphor or Simile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; His finger, weathered and rough from years on the ranch,&lt;br /&gt;danced in and out of his nose like a slimy ballerina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rumination of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me at "filthy rich nymphomaniac&lt;br /&gt;former Playmate daughter of a brewery owner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lee Entrekin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;During our recent hiatus, I had a great time&lt;br /&gt;attending my 75-year high school reunion&lt;br /&gt;in Sugar Land, Texas. (Go Mighty Vikings!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: I learned a girlfriend of mine was once arrested&lt;br /&gt;for carving "I love Chris White" on a water tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre: *I* was also once arrested for carving&lt;br /&gt;"I love Chris White" on a water tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The Top 5 Signs Your High School Reunion Is Going Badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; Although it sounds loftier, "Food Service Boiler Operations&lt;br /&gt;Chief" is just Wendy's-speak for "French Fry Guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; The bar is run by the lunch ladies and the only drinks are&lt;br /&gt;Salisbury-steak coladas, sloppy Joe-tinis, and fish-stick sours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Your toupee falls off while dancing to Foghat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Your wife finds out from your former FFA buddies that your&lt;br /&gt;"little problem playing the ponies" didn't have anything to do&lt;br /&gt;with gambling after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Topfive.com's Number 1 Sign Your&lt;br /&gt;High School Reunion Is Going Badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; All the guys keep hitting you up for lap dances -- on your&lt;br /&gt;night off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Rumination of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to start stories off the right&lt;br /&gt;way. Like, can you imagine how much funnier the bible&lt;br /&gt;would have been if Eve had been made from Adam's butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;Airports that are at higher altitudes require a longer airstrip due to lower air density.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. "Human beings are the only animals that stutter", she says. A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered", she volunteered. The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident. "Well", she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the rottweiler who lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!" "That must've been scary", said the teacher. "It sure was", said the little girl. "My kitty went 'Fffff, Fffff, Fffff'... and before he could say "F88k," the rottweiler ate him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;A Chicano widower who never paid any attention to his wife while she was&lt;br /&gt;alive now found himself missing her desperately. He went to a psychic to&lt;br /&gt;see if he could contact his late wife.&lt;br /&gt;The psychic went into a trance. A strange breeze wafted through&lt;br /&gt;the darkened room, and suddenly, the man heard the unmistakable voice of&lt;br /&gt;his dearly departed wife.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey!" he cried. "Is that you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my husband."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you happy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my husband."&lt;br /&gt;"Happier than you were with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my husband."&lt;br /&gt;"Then Heaven must be an amazing place!"&lt;br /&gt;"It is! Trust me, it is!"&lt;br /&gt;"I do have one question for you, my snookums."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, my love, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"When did you learn to speak English so perfectly!?"&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;On an airplane, I overheard a stewardess talking to an elderly couple in&lt;br /&gt;front of me. Learning that it was the couple's 50th wedding anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;the flight attendant congratulated them and asked how they had done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It all felt like five minutes..." the gentleman said slowly. The&lt;br /&gt;stewardess had just begun to remark on what a sweet statement that was&lt;br /&gt;when he finished his sentence with a word that earned him a sharp smack&lt;br /&gt;on the head: "..underwater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's husband always teases her about her lack of interest in&lt;br /&gt;household chores. One day he came home with a gag gift, a refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;magnet that read: "Martha Stewart doesn't live here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he came home to find the magnet holding up a&lt;br /&gt;slip of paper. The note read:&lt;br /&gt;"Neither does Bob Vila."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two trucks loaded with a thousand copies of Roget's Thesaurus collided&lt;br /&gt;as they left a New York publishing house last Thursday, according to the&lt;br /&gt;Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;Witnesses were stunned, startled, aghast, taken aback, stupefied,&lt;br /&gt;astonished, astounded, mesmerized....&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;Flight fifty has a pretty rough time above the ocean. Suddenly a voice&lt;br /&gt;comes over the intercom: "Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat&lt;br /&gt;belts and assume crash positions. We have lost our engines and we are&lt;br /&gt;trying to put this baby as gentle as possible down on the water".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh stewardess! Are there any sharks in the ocean below?" asks a little&lt;br /&gt;old lady, terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm afraid there are some. But not to worry, we have a special gel&lt;br /&gt;in the bottle next to your chair designed especially for emergencies&lt;br /&gt;like this. Just rub the gel onto your arms and legs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if I do this, the sharks won't eat me any more?" asks the little&lt;br /&gt;lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, they will eat you all right, only they won't enjoy it so much".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/broken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115538758684131425?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115538758684131425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115538758684131425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115538758684131425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115538758684131425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-funnies-and-well.html' title='Some Funnies and well.......'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115538644373955198</id><published>2006-08-12T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T05:40:44.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday' Early Laugh Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/AmericanFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/AmericanFlag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/5002661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/5002661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bar in eastern China allows it's customers to beat up the&lt;br /&gt;staff. The Rising Sun Anger Release Bar in Nanjing lets customers&lt;br /&gt;smash glasses and even hit specially trained workers reports&lt;br /&gt;China Daily. The owner, Wu Gong, says he was inspired to open the&lt;br /&gt;bar by his experiences as a migrant worker. The bar employs 20&lt;br /&gt;men who have been given protective gear and physical training to&lt;br /&gt;prepare them for the job. Clients can ask the men to dress as the&lt;br /&gt;character they wish to attack. Customer Chen Liang said: "The idea&lt;br /&gt;of beating someone decorated as your boss seems attractive." But&lt;br /&gt;another man, Liu Yuanyuan, said violence was not the answer. "If&lt;br /&gt;people really feel angry, they should adjust their lifestyles or&lt;br /&gt;seek psychological treatment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In Romania, a man had to go to the hospital to have his wedding&lt;br /&gt;ring removed from his penis after his mistress got so mad at him&lt;br /&gt;and stuck it on him while he was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's more embarrassing --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught cheating or finding out your penis fits through&lt;br /&gt;your wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Police called out to investigate reports of a young child left&lt;br /&gt;home alone found a talking parrot instead. Police were called to&lt;br /&gt;the house in Koblenz, Germany, by an elderly lady who said she&lt;br /&gt;could hear a child next door constantly screaming "Mama, Mama". The&lt;br /&gt;woman felt the child must have been left home alone as nobody was&lt;br /&gt;answering the cries. But when officers broke into the house they&lt;br /&gt;found the cries were coming from a 25-year- old talking parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Wife: And another thing I want to tell you. I've noticed every&lt;br /&gt;time you talk, you say my house, my automobile, my chair, my shoes;&lt;br /&gt;everything's yours. You never say ours. I'm your partner. I'm your&lt;br /&gt;wife. It should be ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband paid no attention to his wife and just kept looking&lt;br /&gt;around the room for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: What are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Our pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/pups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/pups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was so hot today that my cab driver said, 'If I used deodorant&lt;br /&gt;this would have been the day I would use it.'" --David Letterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I filled out a rental application that asked, 'Do you own&lt;br /&gt;any liquid-filled furniture?' Couldn't they just have said&lt;br /&gt;'waterbed'? How many other forms of liquid-filled furniture are&lt;br /&gt;there? 'Yeah, I have a beer couch, will that be a problem?'" --Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Goich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Police in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, have arrested an 80- year-old&lt;br /&gt;man and charged him with selling crack. It's so sad to see what's&lt;br /&gt;happened to Dan Rather." ~Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Michael Jackson is going to move to Ireland. He's already found a&lt;br /&gt;cottage in a small village known as Glenn Creepy." ~David Letterman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A lot of military experts are wondering how the U.S can stop&lt;br /&gt;Israel from getting bombed. Israel? We can't even stop Pete Coors&lt;br /&gt;from getting bombed." ~Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On Friday, President Bush held a press conference with British Prime&lt;br /&gt;Minister Tony Blair and then he met with "American Idol" Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Hicks. Those are our last two remaining allies. ~Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Floyd Landis, winner of the Tour de France, was supposed to be on&lt;br /&gt;our show last week and cancelled. Then yesterday he was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to be on the show and cancelled again. That's pretty sad, when&lt;br /&gt;you don't even think you can pass the tonight show drug test. Come&lt;br /&gt;on! The band got in. - Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The new "Superman movie opened up recently. Superman has&lt;br /&gt;been everywhere. A lot of photo shoots, interviews, movie&lt;br /&gt;premieres. Shouldn't he be out fighting crime! - Dave Letterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The report showed that president bush had no history of disease&lt;br /&gt;including no sexually transmitted diseases. President Bush was&lt;br /&gt;relieved to hear that. He's always worried that he might have&lt;br /&gt;caught something from Clinton's old office chair. - Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"People keep asking me, 'What evil lurks in you to play such bad&lt;br /&gt;characters? There is no evil in me, I just wear tight underwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dennis Hopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The state of Nevada said it is considering legalizing small&lt;br /&gt;amounts of marijuana, but opponents of the measure say they&lt;br /&gt;are concerned that marijuana might attract the wrong element&lt;br /&gt;to Nevada. You wouldn't want anybody smoking a joint in front of&lt;br /&gt;the whorehouse." --Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/hmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/hmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Just try to relax, this won't take long," said the gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;trying to calm the obviously nervous young blonde patient.&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you ever been examined like this before?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure," she replied, "but not by a doctor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;When a man says, "We've got to talk,"&lt;br /&gt;the woman hears, "We're going to have a nice conversation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman says, "We've got to talk,"&lt;br /&gt;the man hears, "Will the defendant please rise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance&lt;br /&gt;to get its pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sir Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've been trying to get my stool specimen to the lab for weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to start getting my shit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Jerry L. Embry from Ruminations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;An elderly gentleman was reading his recovery-room record at the&lt;br /&gt;hospital where I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked quite concerned at one notation. "I know I was in a bit&lt;br /&gt;of a muddle, but I didn't realize I was that bad," he said to me&lt;br /&gt;apologetically. "I hope I didn't offend anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was greatly relieved when I explained the acronym in question&lt;br /&gt;meant "short of breath" and not what he thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After noticing a beautiful young woman sat on her own in a pub,&lt;br /&gt;a suave, sophisticated young man confidently strolled over&lt;br /&gt;to the table where she was sat and said: "What can I get you,&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous?" The woman, blushed and replied: "If you're sure you&lt;br /&gt;don't mind, I'll have a large stiff one please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled, casually leaned over the table, and whispered&lt;br /&gt;into the woman's ear: "Would that be before or after I've got&lt;br /&gt;the drinks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mary: I'm having some sexual problems lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill: Oh, Dear! What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: I'm not getting any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kurt was going out with a nice girl and finally popped the&lt;br /&gt;question. "Will you marry me, darling?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa smiled coyly and said, "Yes, if you'll buy me a mink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt thought for a moment and then replied, "Okay, it's a deal,&lt;br /&gt;on one condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that?" Lisa asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll have to clean the cage," Kurt replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A man sued his ex-wife for $1,000,000 for allegedly causing him&lt;br /&gt;to become impotent. He lost the case because the evidence did&lt;br /&gt;not stand up in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jill meets Nadine for lunch. "You're looking very tired today,&lt;br /&gt;Jill. Did you have a late night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," replies Jill, "but it was all very strange. While doing&lt;br /&gt;some gardening yesterday, I found a lamp, so I rubbed it and out&lt;br /&gt;popped a genie. He gave me a choice of two wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," says Nadine, "so what were the choices he gave you, Jill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said he could either give me an excellent, sharp, 100% memory&lt;br /&gt;or else he could give my boyfriend a bigger penis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So tell me already, Jill, what did you choose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't remember," replies Jill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm forty and single. Don't you think it's a generalization that&lt;br /&gt;you should be married at forty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like looking at somebody who's seventy and saying, "Hey,&lt;br /&gt;when are you gonna break your hip? All your friends are breaking&lt;br /&gt;their hips, what are you waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good:Your wife meets you at the door nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad: She's coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/clear.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/clear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115538644373955198?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115538644373955198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115538644373955198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115538644373955198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115538644373955198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-early-laugh-edition.html' title='Saturday&apos; Early Laugh Edition'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115534025420841584</id><published>2006-08-11T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:50:55.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs to Check out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My list for this weeks peeks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is  some old some new. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have fun reading and leave em a comment and tell em granny sent ya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those of ya that don't blog I know ya hang around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I see ya thanks to site meter. Start a blog and send me your link.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 12:56:49 [GMT] on Friday, August 11" href="http://leilouta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Leilouta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; This is my Show case for the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Another conserative odds and ends place to hang out" href="http://liquidlifehacker.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Liguid Life Hacker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="A favorite place to hang out" href="http://bornagainredneck.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bornagain Redneck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Patrick delivers a variety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 12:37:29 [GMT] on Friday, August 11" href="http://anoldsoldier.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Old Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always on the Top of his Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="I'm older than I care to accept, so I refuse to act my age." href="http://natsthename.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mini-Obs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;her Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 02:06:09 [GMT] on Friday, August 11" href="http://wdwd.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted Days Wasted Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Junebugg always cheers me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 14:31:59 [GMT] on Friday, August 11" href="http://telchaination.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tel Chai Nation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is there we aren't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Homemaker" href="http://peapatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pea Patch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Check 'er out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 14:10:44 [GMT] on Friday, August 11" href="http://hillbillywhitetrash.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hillbilly Whitetrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vote for yer hillbilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Jewish Perspective on Politics" href="http://www.iris.org.il/blog/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.R.I.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is very serious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 22:22:07 [GMT] on Friday, August 11" href="http://joshuapundit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua Pundit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;News of the day broke down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Assorted Posts include Politics, Breaking News, Passing Tougher Laws to Protect Our Children and Varies other Topics." href="http://www.suzieviews.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assorted Babble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Critical news of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="scoping the news" href="http://rightwingnews.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT WING NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the name says it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Another damn political Site" href="http://www.ogresview.mu.nu/drainpipe.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oges'View&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He has a fun photo game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="A kindred spirit" href="http://paranormalexperience.i.ph/blogs/paranormalexperience/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Normal Experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Joanna is a busy bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115534025420841584?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115534025420841584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115534025420841584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115534025420841584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115534025420841584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogs-to-check-out.html' title='Blogs to Check out'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115533683581052357</id><published>2006-08-11T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:53:55.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hell Lieberman: Lamont doesn't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/story.lieberman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/320/story.lieberman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh my poor Conserative Gir!!!&lt;br /&gt;She is, in a poli-sci class. Her professor asked the first night to see their voter registration OOOOwwwwww. I fear her ideas and debates are gonna be a lot rougher than when we discuss them.  I fear there goes that 4. grade average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She emailed me this article. She had to write a brief comment on. I put it on the bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh my stars and bars. She believes if the dems moved back this direction they would have a viable party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well. she is right however its never gonna happen as long as we have the far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lieberman: Lamont doesn't understand terror threat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senator says rival's Iraq policy would give terrorists a victory&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, August 10, 2006; Posted: 4:23 p.m. EDT (20:23 GMT)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WATERBURY, Connecticut (AP) -- Sen. Joe Lieberman set out on his go-it-alone re-election campaign Thursday and seized on the terror arrests in Britain to argue that his Democratic opponent, Ned Lamont, does not fully understand the danger facing the nation.&lt;br /&gt;Lieberman's stop in Waterbury was his first public event since losing Tuesday's Democratic primary, dismissing his campaign staff and launching his independent bid.&lt;br /&gt;He seized on the terror plot in Britain to criticize Lamont's opposition to the war in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm worried that too many people, both in politics and out, don't appreciate the seriousness of the threat to American security and the evil of the enemy that faces us -- more evil or as evil as Nazism and probably more dangerous than the Soviet communists we fought during the long Cold War," Lieberman said.&lt;br /&gt;"If we just pick up like Ned Lamont wants us to do, get out by a date certain, it will be taken as a tremendous victory by the same people who wanted to blow up these planes in this plot hatched in England. It will strengthen them and they will strike again."&lt;br /&gt;British authorities on Thursday arrested 21 people and said they thwarted a terrorist plot to simultaneously blow up several aircraft heading to the U.S. using explosives smuggled in hand luggage.&lt;br /&gt;"We are at war with a brutal enemy," Lieberman said while visiting a pizza parlor. "How the heck can we be in a battle in which we are fighting as Democrats and Republicans against each other when these terrorists certainly don't distinguish based on party affiliation? They want to kill any and all of us."&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/08/10/lieberman.ap/index.html"&gt;CNNArticle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conserative Girls Thoughts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is negative publicity about his opponent running for Senate. I really liked his second quote, it basically says 'united we stand, devided we fall.' People have always disagreed with the Government, they tend to forget war is ugly. I think that the people that disagree and have negatives things to say right now are getting more publicity than the people that support it. I have to disagree with the book, recontruction has not turned out badly, it couldn't have, we're not done yet! Everyone focuses on the negative. What about all the free people over there that like us. The Iraqi good guys are sacrificing their lives too. I don't like how the book uses past tense. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11526011-115533683581052357?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115533683581052357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115533683581052357&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115533683581052357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115533683581052357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-hell-lieberman-lamont-doesnt.html' title='Oh Hell Lieberman: Lamont doesn&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115521911852823008</id><published>2006-08-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:53:28.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror Plot Uncovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have one comment about the terror plot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that has just been uncovered by the Brits. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to the Loony Lefties and the terrorist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To me that line is blurring between the two of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That includes the jack &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asses &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that cannot make up their minds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if they are for the war or against it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a picture if worth a thousand words. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the following is a blanket statement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/highnmitey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/highnmitey.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115521911852823008?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115521911852823008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115521911852823008&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115521911852823008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115521911852823008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/terror-plot-uncovered.html' title='Terror Plot Uncovered'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115530342557673924</id><published>2006-08-11T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T06:37:05.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/AmericanFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/AmericanFlag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/bra.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/bra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;br /&gt;A couple of women moved in across the hall from me. One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is social worker in her mid twenties. These two women go everywhere together, and I've never seen a man go into their apartment or come out. Do you think they could be Lebanese?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, What can I do about all the sex, nudity, language and violence on my VCR?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much I'm not even sure this baby I'm carrying is his.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, I am a twenty-three-year-old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It's getting expensive, and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don't know him well enough to discuss money with him.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen again. Should I believe him?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, Our son writes that he is taking Judo. Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own religion?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, I joined the Navy to see the world. I've seen it. Now, how do I get out?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, My 40-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week for two-and-a-half years. He must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, Do you think it would be all right if I gave my doctor a little gift? I tried for years to get pregnant and couldn't, but he finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, My mother is mean and short-tempered. Do you think she is going through her mental pause?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abby, You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest in sex to send him to a doctor. Well, my husband lost all interest in sex years ago and he IS a doctor. What now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOCIAL SECURITY SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men were talking. So, how's your sex life?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, nothing special. I'm having Social Security sex."&lt;br /&gt;"Social Security sex?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you know; I get a little each month, but not enough to live on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOUD SEX&lt;br /&gt;A wife went in to see a therapist and said, "I've got a big problem,&lt;br /&gt;doctor. Every time we're in bed and my husband climaxes, he lets out this&lt;br /&gt;ear splitting yell."&lt;br /&gt;"My dear," the shrink said, "that's completely natural. I don't see what&lt;br /&gt;the problem is." "The problem is," she complained, "it wakes me up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;QUIET SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of a listless sex life, the man came right out and asked his wife&lt;br /&gt;during a recent lovemaking session, "How come you never tell me when you&lt;br /&gt;have an orgasm?"&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at him casually and replied, "You're never home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CONFOUNDED SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was in a terrible accident, and his "manhood" was mangled and torn&lt;br /&gt;from his body. His doctor assured him that modern medicine could give him&lt;br /&gt;back his manhood, but that his insurance wouldn't cover the surgery since&lt;br /&gt;it was considered cosmetic. The doctor said the cost would be $3,500 for&lt;br /&gt;"small, $6,500 for "medium, $14,000 for "large." The man was sure he would&lt;br /&gt;want a medium or large, but the doctor urged him to talk it over with his&lt;br /&gt;wife before he made any decision. The man called his wife on the phone and&lt;br /&gt;explained their options. The doctor came back into the room, and found the&lt;br /&gt;man looking dejected.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what have the two of you decided?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;The man answered, "She'd rather remodel the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WEDDING ANNIVERSARY SEX&lt;br /&gt;A husband and his wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th&lt;br /&gt;wedding anniversary. The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a&lt;br /&gt;headstone that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Here Lies My Wife-Cold As Ever'."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," she replies, "when you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Lies My Husband - Stiff At Last.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WOMEN'S HUMOROUS SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband came home with a tube of K Y jelly and said, "This will make you&lt;br /&gt;happy tonight." He was right.&lt;br /&gt;When he went out of the bedroom, I squirted it all over the doorknobs. He&lt;br /&gt;couldn't get back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is a family gathering, with all the&lt;br /&gt;generations around the table.&lt;br /&gt;The teenagers smuggle in a Viagra tablet and put&lt;br /&gt;it in Grandpa's drink.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Grandpa excused himself because he&lt;br /&gt;has to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;When he returned, however, his trousers were wet&lt;br /&gt;all over.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened, Grandpa," asked his concerned&lt;br /&gt;children?&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he answered, "I had to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;So I took it out, but then I saw that it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;mine, so I put it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*A potato baked in the coals for one hour makes an excellent side dish.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;potato baked in the coals for three hours makes an excellent hockey&lt;br /&gt;puck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can start a fire without matches by eating Mexican food, then&lt;br /&gt;breathing on a pile of dry sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In emergency situations, you can survive in the wilderness by shooting&lt;br /&gt;small game with a slingshot made from the elastic waistband of&lt;br /&gt;your underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The guitar of the noisy teenager at the next campsite makes excellent&lt;br /&gt;kindling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A large carp can be used for a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Check the washing instructions before purchasing any apparel to be worn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camping. Buy only those that read "Beat on a rock in stream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The sight of a bald eagle has thrilled campers for generations. The&lt;br /&gt;sight&lt;br /&gt;of a bald man, however, does absolutely nothing for the eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's entirely possible to spend your whole vacation on a winding&lt;br /&gt;mountain road behind a large motor home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Effective January 1, 2000, you will actually have to enlist in the&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Army to get a Swiss Army Knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bear bells provide an element of safety for hikers in grizzly country.&lt;br /&gt;The tricky part is getting them on the bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In an emergency, a drawstring from a parka hood can be used to strangle&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;snoring tent mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Dating" A sweet little old lady surprised the young social worker that was interviewing her when she volunteered, " I do believe in sex on the first date you know. " - "That's pretty modern thinking for an 80 year old woman." the social worker commented. - "Well honey, you know one can never be sure of havin' a 2nd date with these old guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only female in a house full of guys.&lt;br /&gt;Four sons and a husband. Toilet seat is never down...etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who would be using Female products.....correct?&lt;br /&gt;A peculiar thing was happening at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampons were disappearing! A few months ago I went to my&lt;br /&gt;cupboard to get out a tampon,and there was only one left.&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn I had just bought a box the month before.&lt;br /&gt;So, I go back to the store, buy a new box and forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;The next month I go back to the cupboard.....&lt;br /&gt;and again....there is only one tampon left again.&lt;br /&gt;What's going on here? Gremlins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the store and buy another box, and forget about it. I&lt;br /&gt;decided to clean out my two youngest sons closet and at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;of their closet are the wrappers, applicators and the tampons&lt;br /&gt;themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to freak! What are they doing with them?I get a hold of&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;and tell myself that I am an adult and can handle this, despite the&lt;br /&gt;bizarre&lt;br /&gt;thoughts running through my mind. I'm thinking,&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have enough money saved up in the bank for major therapy?" I go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top of the stairs and yell for my two youngest sons to "come here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They march up the stairs and find me in their&lt;br /&gt;room staring into the bottom of their closet.&lt;br /&gt;I said "What are you doing with those? Those are mine!"&lt;br /&gt;My 12 year old looks like a deer caught in the headlights and is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 year old looks at me all innocent and says.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Mom, we were playing with our G.I. Joes&lt;br /&gt;and stuff... and those make really good scud missiles...&lt;br /&gt;What do you use them for?" To which I replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Never Mind! Go Play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/784.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/784.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Optimist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of elderly Jewish men meet every Wednesday for&lt;br /&gt;a coffee and a chat. They drink their coffee and then sit&lt;br /&gt;for hours discussing the world situation. Usually, their discussion is&lt;br /&gt;very negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Moishe surprises his friends by announcing, loud&lt;br /&gt;and clear, "You know what? I've now become an optimist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is totally shocked and all conversation dries up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Sam notices something isn't quite right and he&lt;br /&gt;says to Moishe, "Hold on a minute, if you're an optimist,&lt;br /&gt;why are you looking so worried?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moishe replies, "Do you think it's easy being an optimist?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our college just completed a new three-story building. While&lt;br /&gt;walking down a hall on the 2nd floor, I overheard two students say, "I&lt;br /&gt;really like the skylights on the 3rd floor." "Me too," remarked the&lt;br /&gt;second student. "I don't know why they didn't just put some on the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;floor too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fiddle teacher was teaching a large group class. She showed them&lt;br /&gt;her violin and said, "This violin was made in the early 1800s." Someone&lt;br /&gt;in the audience raised their hand and asked, "So you got it used?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, I was in high school and we were celebrating Holy&lt;br /&gt;Week (the week before Easter) and we were watching a presentation on the&lt;br /&gt;last few days of Jesus. The teacher used a clip from the movie "Jesus of&lt;br /&gt;Nazareth" to make his point. As we were watching Jesus carry his cross,&lt;br /&gt;a girl in my class asked, "Is this live footage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work as a computer technician for a large retail chain, servicing&lt;br /&gt;customer's computers. One day I answer the phone, and the Induhvidual&lt;br /&gt;asks, "Do you guys sell Ethernet cables?" I said that we do, and he&lt;br /&gt;asks, "How much is it?" I asked, "How long do you want it?" He&lt;br /&gt;responded, "Um, a while I guess. I want to buy it." I said, "No, I mean&lt;br /&gt;how long as in the length of the cable." This elicited total silence on&lt;br /&gt;his end, so I informed him that we sell a 7-foot cable for $24.99. He&lt;br /&gt;asked, "When do I have to return it?" I told him to keep it as long as&lt;br /&gt;he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kentuckian sister-in-law's young daughter recently married a&lt;br /&gt;Mexican immigrant. They promptly had their first child. Sometime after&lt;br /&gt;the birth, a doctor walked into the recovering mom's hospital room and&lt;br /&gt;mentioned that the baby's white blood cell count was high. My&lt;br /&gt;sister-in-law asked, "Does that mean she will be more white than&lt;br /&gt;Mexican?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting in line at the Delta Gate to get my seat assignment,&lt;br /&gt;I overheard an elderly lady in front of me trying to get a seat&lt;br /&gt;assignment. When the clerk asked if she wanted a window or aisle seat&lt;br /&gt;the old lady exclaimed "OH! Please don't put me by the window! I just&lt;br /&gt;had my hair done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting relatives in Oregon I commented to my cousin how&lt;br /&gt;much later sunset was compared to my home in California. She said she&lt;br /&gt;was surprised, since we both lived the same distance from the ocean. I&lt;br /&gt;asked her what the distance from the ocean had to do with it. She said&lt;br /&gt;it was because that's where the sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newly hired manager confessed that he was considering getting a&lt;br /&gt;second job in order to pay off his wife's huge cell phone bill. When&lt;br /&gt;asked why she went so far over her monthly time allocation, his response&lt;br /&gt;was that when she bought her cell phone, they told her that weekends and&lt;br /&gt;evening time was free. Since she works an odd schedule -- Sunday through&lt;br /&gt;Thursday -- she assumed that Fridays counted as her 'weekend day.' So&lt;br /&gt;she used the phone the entire time as she drove to and from Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;(4 hours, each direction, at 45 cents per minute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Gulf&lt;br /&gt;You know you live on the Gulf Coast when. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have FEMA's number on your speed dialer.&lt;br /&gt;*You have more than 300 C and D batteries in your kitchen drawer.&lt;br /&gt;*Your pantry contains more than 20 cans of Spaghetti Os.&lt;br /&gt;*You are thinking of repainting your house to match the plywood covering&lt;br /&gt;your windows.&lt;br /&gt;*When describing your house to a prospective buyer, you say it has three&lt;br /&gt;bedrooms, two baths and one safe hallway.&lt;br /&gt;*Your SSN isn't a secret, it's written in Sharpie on your arms.&lt;br /&gt;*You are on a first-name basis with the cashier at Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;*You are delighted to pay $3 for a gallon of regular unleaded.&lt;br /&gt;*The road leading to your house has been declared a No-Wake Zone.&lt;br /&gt;*You decide that your patio furniture looks better on the bottom of the&lt;br /&gt;pool.&lt;br /&gt;*You own more than three large coolers.&lt;br /&gt;*You wish that other people would get hit by a hurricane and not feel&lt;br /&gt;the least bit guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;*You rationalize helping a friend board up by thinking "It'll only take&lt;br /&gt;gallon of gas to get there and back"&lt;br /&gt;*You have 2-liter coke bottles and milk jugs filled with water in your&lt;br /&gt;freezer&lt;br /&gt;*Three months ago you couldn't hang a shower curtain; today you can&lt;br /&gt;assemble a portable generator by candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;*You catch a 13-pound redfish. In your driveway.&lt;br /&gt;*You can recite from memory whole portions of your homeowner's insurance&lt;br /&gt;policy.&lt;br /&gt;*You consider a "vacation" to stunning Tupelo, Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;*At cocktail parties, women are attracted to the guy with the biggest&lt;br /&gt;chainsaw.&lt;br /&gt;*You have had tuna fish more than 5 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;*There is a roll of tar paper in your garage.&lt;br /&gt;*You can rattle off the names of three or more meteorologists who work&lt;br /&gt;at the Weather Channel.&lt;br /&gt;*Someone comes to your door to tell you they found your roof.&lt;br /&gt;*Ice is a valid topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;*Your "drive-thru" meal consists of MRE's and bottled water.&lt;br /&gt;*Relocating to South Dakota does not seem like such a crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;*You spend more time on your roof then in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;*You've been laughed at over the phone by a roofer, fence builder or a&lt;br /&gt;tree worker.&lt;br /&gt;*A battery powered TV is considered a home entertainment center.&lt;br /&gt;*You don't worry about relatives wanting to visit during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;*Your child's first words, "hunker down" and you didn't go to UGA!&lt;br /&gt;*Having a tree in your living room does not necessarily mean it's&lt;br /&gt;Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;*Toilet Paper is elevated to coin of the realm at the shelters.&lt;br /&gt;*You know the difference between the "good side" of a storm and the "bad&lt;br /&gt;side."&lt;br /&gt;*Your kids start school in August and finish in July.&lt;br /&gt;*You go to work early and stay late just to enjoy the air conditioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally - a man's reasoning I can understand ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law is not known for her driving skills. So it came as no&lt;br /&gt;surprise when she was in another accident a couple of months back.&lt;br /&gt;She came out of a side street and ran slam-bang into the town&lt;br /&gt;doctor's&lt;br /&gt;car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Doc!" she exclaimed, "I'm so awfully sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's perfectly all right," he said, "It was all my fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how you can say that. I'm sure it was entirely my&lt;br /&gt;fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, ma'am it was my fault. I'll take the entire blame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why is it your fault? I ran into you, didn't I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you did. But I saw you driving downtown half an hour ago, and I&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;plenty of time to take my car home and put it in the garage, but like&lt;br /&gt;a damn&lt;br /&gt;fool, I didn't do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After four years of separation, my wife and&lt;br /&gt;I finally divorced amicably. I wanted to date&lt;br /&gt;again, but I had no idea of how to start, so&lt;br /&gt;I decided to look in the personals column&lt;br /&gt;of the local newspaper. After reading through&lt;br /&gt;all the listings, I circled three that seemed&lt;br /&gt;possible in terms of age and interest, but I&lt;br /&gt;put off calling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, there was a message on&lt;br /&gt;my answering machine from my ex-wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came over to your house to borrow some&lt;br /&gt;tools today and saw the ads you circled in&lt;br /&gt;the paper. Don't call the one in the second&lt;br /&gt;column. It's me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When Nathan Radlich's house was burgled, thieves left his TV, his VCR, and&lt;br /&gt;even his watch. What they did take was a "generic white cardboard box&lt;br /&gt;filled with grayish-white powder." (That at least is the way the police&lt;br /&gt;described it.) A spokesman for the Fort Lauderdale police said, "that it&lt;br /&gt;looked similar to cocaine, and they'd probably thought they'd hit the big&lt;br /&gt;time."&lt;br /&gt;Then Nathan stood in front of the TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars,&lt;br /&gt;"Please return the cremated remains of my sister, Gertrude. She died three&lt;br /&gt;years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next morning the bullet-riddled corpse of a drug dealer known as&lt;br /&gt;Hoochie Pevens was found on Nathan's doorstep. The cardboard box was there,&lt;br /&gt;too - with about half of Gertrude's ashes remaining and there was this note&lt;br /&gt;which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoochie sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry we snorted&lt;br /&gt;your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/alert.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/alert.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Robinson Crusoe style, the shipwrecked golfer made the best of&lt;br /&gt;his tiny island. When a cruise liner spotted his distress signals and&lt;br /&gt;sent a boat to investigate, the landing party was amazed to find a crude&lt;br /&gt;but recognizable nine-hole course which the castaway had played with&lt;br /&gt;driftwood woods, whalebone and coral putter and balls carved out of&lt;br /&gt;pumice stone.&lt;br /&gt;"Quite a layout," said the officer to in charge of the rescuers.&lt;br /&gt;"Too kind, it's very rough and ready," the goatskin-clad golfer&lt;br /&gt;responded. Then he smiled slyly: "I am however, quite proud of the water&lt;br /&gt;hazard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Politically correct terms for cat owners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not barf hairballs, he is a floor/rug redecorator.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not break things, she helps gravity do its job.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not fear dogs, they are merely sprint practice tools.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not gobble, she eats with alacrity.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not scratch, he is a furniture/rug/skin ventilator.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not yowl, he is singing off-key.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a "shedding machine", she is a hair relocation stylist.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a "treat-seeking missile", she enjoys the proximity of&lt;br /&gt;food.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a bed hog, he is a mattress appreciator.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a chatterbox, she is advising me on what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a dope addict, she is catnip appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a lap fungus, he is bed selective.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a pest, she is attention deprived.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a ruthless hunter, she is a wildlife control expert.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not evil, she is badness enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not fat, he is mass enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not hydrophobic, she has an inability to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;moisture.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not lazy, he is motivationally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not underfoot, she is shepherding me to my next destination&lt;br /&gt;(which should always be the food dish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;At his request, each morning three-year-old Ray's&lt;br /&gt;mother pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders&lt;br /&gt;of his size two T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately in his young imaginative mind the towel&lt;br /&gt;became a brilliant magic blue and red cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he became Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfitted each day in his "cape," Ray's days were&lt;br /&gt;packed with adventure and daring escapades.&lt;br /&gt;He was Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fact was clearly pointed out last fall when his&lt;br /&gt;mother enrolled him in kindergarten class. During the&lt;br /&gt;course of the interview, the teacher asked Ray his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superman," he answered politely and without pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher smiled, cast an appreciative glance at his&lt;br /&gt;mother, and asked again, "Your real name, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Ray answered, "Superman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing the situation demanded more authority, or&lt;br /&gt;maybe to hide amusement, the teacher closed her&lt;br /&gt;eyes for a moment, then in a voice quite stern, said,&lt;br /&gt;"I will have to have your real name for the records."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing he'd have to play straight with the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Ray slid his eyes around the room, hunched closer to her,&lt;br /&gt;and patting a corner of frayed towel at his shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;answered in a voice hushed with conspiracy,&lt;br /&gt;"Clark Kent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/1526.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/1526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115530342557673924?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115530342557673924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115530342557673924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115530342557673924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115530342557673924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-funnies.html' title='Friday Funnies'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115527078257543658</id><published>2006-08-10T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T05:46:11.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Follies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/symbol4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/symbol4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/c.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The pilot was sitting in his seat and pulled out a .38 revolver.&lt;br /&gt;He placed it on top of the instrument panel, and then asked the&lt;br /&gt;navigator, "Do you know what I use this for?"&lt;br /&gt;The navigator replied timidly, "No, what's it for?"&lt;br /&gt;The pilot responded, "I use this on navigators who get&lt;br /&gt;me lost!"&lt;br /&gt;The navigator proceeded to pull out a .45 and place it on his&lt;br /&gt;chart table. The pilot asked, "What's that for?"&lt;br /&gt;"To be honest sir," the navigator replied, "I'll know we're lost&lt;br /&gt;before you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to&lt;br /&gt;hold short of the runway while a MD80 landed The MD80 landed, rolled&lt;br /&gt;out, turned around and taxied back past the Cherokee.&lt;br /&gt;Some quick-witted comedian in the MD80 crew got on the radio and&lt;br /&gt;said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;Our hero the Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by,&lt;br /&gt;came back with: "I made it out of MD80 parts. Another landing like that&lt;br /&gt;and I'll have enough parts for another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The Michaels family owned a small farm in Canada, just yards away from&lt;br /&gt;the North Dakota border. Their land had been the subject of a minor&lt;br /&gt;dispute between the United States and Canada for generations. Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Michaels, who had just celebrated her ninetieth birthday, lived on the&lt;br /&gt;farm with her son and three grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, her son came into her room holding a letter. "I just got some&lt;br /&gt;news, Mom," he said. "The government has come to an agreement with the&lt;br /&gt;people in Washington. They've decided that our land is really part of&lt;br /&gt;the United States. We have the right to approve or disapprove of the&lt;br /&gt;agreement. What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I think?" his mother said. "Jump at it! Call them right now and&lt;br /&gt;tell them we accept! I don't think I could stand another one of them&lt;br /&gt;Canadian winters!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A man absolutely hated his wife's cat and decided to get rid of him one&lt;br /&gt;day by driving him 20 blocks from his home and leaving him at the park.&lt;br /&gt;As he was getting home, the cat was walking up the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he decided to drive the cat 40 blocks away. He put the&lt;br /&gt;beast out and headed home. Driving back up his driveway, there was the&lt;br /&gt;cat! The man kept taking the cat further and further and the cat would&lt;br /&gt;always beat him home. At last he decided to drive a few miles away, turn&lt;br /&gt;right, then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right&lt;br /&gt;until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and&lt;br /&gt;left the cat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later the man calls home to his wife: "Jen, is the cat there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the wife answers, "why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, the man answered, "Put him on the phone, I'm lost and need&lt;br /&gt;directions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bill Clinton started jogging near his new home in Chappaqua. But on each&lt;br /&gt;run, he happened to jog past a hooker standing on the same street corner,&lt;br /&gt;day after day. With some apprehension he would brace himself as he&lt;br /&gt;approached her for what was most certainly to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty dollars!" she would shout from the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Five dollars!" fired back Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ritual between Bill and the hooker continued for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd run by and she'd yell, "Fifty dollars!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he'd yell back, "Five dollars!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day however, Hillary decided that she wanted to accompany her husband on&lt;br /&gt;his jog. As the jogging couple neared the problematic street corner, Bill&lt;br /&gt;realized the "pro" would bark her $50 offer and Hillary would wonder what&lt;br /&gt;he'd really been doing on all his past outings. He realized he should have a&lt;br /&gt;darn good explanation for the junior Senator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner, Bill&lt;br /&gt;became even more apprehensive than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, there was the hooker. Bill tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes&lt;br /&gt;as she watched the pair jog past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled, "See what you get for five&lt;br /&gt;bucks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/arch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/arch1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Little Johnny's teacher has had it with his behavior, so she goes to the&lt;br /&gt;principal and pleads for something to be done. The principle asks for&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny to be sent to his office. When Little Johnny arrives the&lt;br /&gt;principle tries to play with his mind so he asks him something that&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny will think is rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me Johnny, do you know how to put a hole into another hole?" asks&lt;br /&gt;the principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sir I don't" replies Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm giving you to the end of the month to come back with the answer to&lt;br /&gt;this question," says the principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole month passes and Little Johnny is quiet as a mouse, thinking&lt;br /&gt;about the question, which he thinks must have a rude answer, day and&lt;br /&gt;night. After a month Little Johnny starts with his bad behavior again&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher pleads to the principle again, so Little Johnny is&lt;br /&gt;called in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me Johnny, did you figure out how to put a hole into another&lt;br /&gt;hole?" asked the principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sir I didn't, but do you know how to put 8 holes in to another&lt;br /&gt;hole?" asked Little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" was the answer from the now dizzy principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well" said Little Johnny with a smile, "Come home with me after school&lt;br /&gt;today and I'll show you. You see my dad has this flute with 8 holes in&lt;br /&gt;it and if I shove it up your fucking ass, you'll see how it's done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A skinny little white guy goes into an elevator, looks up and sees this&lt;br /&gt;HUGE African American guy standing next to him. The big guy sees the&lt;br /&gt;little guy staring at him, looks down and&lt;br /&gt;says: "7 feet tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch penis, 3 pound left testicle, 3&lt;br /&gt;pound right testicle, Turner Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small guy faints dead away and falls to the floor. The big dude&lt;br /&gt;kneels down and brings him to, slapping his face and shaking him. When&lt;br /&gt;the little guy finally comes around, the big guy asks him, "What's wrong&lt;br /&gt;with you?" In a very weak voice the little guy says, "Excuse me, but&lt;br /&gt;what EXACTLY did you say to me?" The big dude said, "I saw the curious&lt;br /&gt;look on your face and figured I'd just give you the answers to the&lt;br /&gt;questions everyone always asks me. I'm 7 feet tall, I weigh 350 pounds,&lt;br /&gt;I have a 20 inch penis, my left testicle weighs 3 pounds, my right&lt;br /&gt;testicle weighs 3 pounds and my name is Turner Brown." The small guy&lt;br /&gt;says, "Thank God! I thought you said 'Turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Broadcast Bloopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL Buerk watching Phillipa Forrester cuddle a male astronomer for&lt;br /&gt;warmth during BBC1's eclipse coverage remarked: "They seem cold out&lt;br /&gt;there, they're rubbing each other and he's come in his shorts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE is Ken Brown commentating on golfer Nick Faldo and his caddie Fanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunneson lining-up shots at the Scottish Open: "Some weeks Nick likes to&lt;br /&gt;use Fanny, other weeks he prefers to do it by himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULRIKA Jonsson was a humble GMTV weathergirl talking about snowfall when&lt;br /&gt;she revealed: "I had a good eight inches last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORRAINE Kelly on GMTV: "This year's hairstyle is called a shag and our&lt;br /&gt;resident stylist is here to give our model one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKE Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on Sky Sports: "Stephen&lt;br /&gt;Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD Whiteley asking Carol Vorderman to display a word on Countdown:&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, 'erection', let's see it up please Carol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID Dickinson, talking about an antique door-knocker on Bargain Hunt,&lt;br /&gt;said to expert Nigel Smith: "You're a bit of a knockers man." "Yes,"&lt;br /&gt;he replied. "I've come across quite a few in my time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE is Chris Tarrant discussing the first Millionaire winner Judith&lt;br /&gt;Keppel on This Morning: "She was practising fastest finger first by&lt;br /&gt;herself in bed last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSS King discussing relays with champion runner Phil Redmond: "Well&lt;br /&gt;Phil, tell us about your amazing third leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEATRICE Hillyer was discussing the availability of fresh water in&lt;br /&gt;Baghdad when she informed TVam viewers: "Just after the liberation, I&lt;br /&gt;was getting it twice a day in my hotel room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRICKETER Neil Fairbrother hit a single during a Durham v Lancashire&lt;br /&gt;match, inspiring Bobby Simpson to observe: "With his lovely soft hands&lt;br /&gt;he just tossed it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES Allen interviewing Ralf Schumacher at a Grand Prix, asked: "What&lt;br /&gt;does it feel like being rammed up the backside by Barrichello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE Ryder covering the US Masters: "Ballesteros felt much better today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a 69."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVE Cram covering the men's 200 metres at the World Athletics&lt;br /&gt;Championships: "Pumping away, Marlon Devonish has got the Olympic&lt;br /&gt;champion inside him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAIN Letters host Allan Stewart was discussing a 6ft 5in contestant&lt;br /&gt;called Richard when he told two women competitors: "That's enough Dick&lt;br /&gt;for both of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPERT David Batty was examining a bowl with a pineapple-shaped lid on&lt;br /&gt;Antiques Roadshow when he exclaimed: "This is the most magical,&lt;br /&gt;wonderful knob I have ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST TILL LAST&lt;br /&gt;CARENZA Lewis about finding food in the Middle Ages on Time Team Live&lt;br /&gt;said: "You'd eat beaver if you could get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/555.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/555.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do They Think of Us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: "Oh, God, not again. Let's turn the hose on them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: "Great, there goes the urge to drink out of the toilet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat: "Y'know, if I didn't have a tail, I'd try that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: "I've heard about that position -- it's called 'human style.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep: "It's just a phase. He'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: "How strange -- why would you want&lt;br /&gt;someone else to lick it for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbits: "Amateurs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: "Geez, they have to look at each other's *faces*&lt;br /&gt;while they're doing that??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: "Let's hop on and make it a conga line!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;George went to his friend's house and asked to be put up for the night&lt;br /&gt;because he had a fight with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" the friend asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I got home tonight I was really beat, tired as a dog. So when she&lt;br /&gt;asked me for fifty bucks for a new dress, I guess I must have been half&lt;br /&gt;asleep or something, because I said, 'All right, but let's finish the&lt;br /&gt;dictation first.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The tensions of life were threatening to get a strangle hold on Bob, and&lt;br /&gt;after he'd finished a good dinner, he relaxed mindlessly in a soft chair&lt;br /&gt;next to the stereo, with a stiff drink in his hand. His wife knew&lt;br /&gt;nothing of his nervous state, and she climbed onto his lap with the&lt;br /&gt;thought of trying to wheedle a fur coat out of him, and snuggled and&lt;br /&gt;murmured and fondled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good heavens, Ethel," he exploded, "get off of me! I get enough of this&lt;br /&gt;at the office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Three gay guys find a brass lamp.&lt;br /&gt;They rub it and a genie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;The genie says, "Okay you guys get one wish apiece."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says, "I want to be really butch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie says, "Okay," and turns him into a cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says, "Well, I want to be so butch&lt;br /&gt;that it makes him look femme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," says the genie, and turns him into a leatherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy says, "Well, I want to be the biggest&lt;br /&gt;butch on the block. I want to be so butch that these guys&lt;br /&gt;will look like drag queens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie says, "Okay," and turns him into a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/785.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/785.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table three objects:&lt;br /&gt;a Bible a silver dollar, and a bottle of whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to himself, "and when he comes home from school this afternoon, I'll see which object he picks up. If it's the Bible, he's going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no- good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be."&lt;br /&gt;The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room. He tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, have mercy," the old man whispered, "he's gonna be a Congressman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A man suspected his wife of seeing another man. So, he hired a famous Chinese detective, Ram Pam Sim Wimm, to watch and report any activities that might develop. A few days later, he received this report:&lt;br /&gt;Most honorable sir:&lt;br /&gt;You leave house.&lt;br /&gt;I watch.&lt;br /&gt;He and she leave house.&lt;br /&gt;I follow.&lt;br /&gt;He and she get on train.&lt;br /&gt;I follow.&lt;br /&gt;He and she go in hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I climb tree-look in window.&lt;br /&gt;He kiss she.&lt;br /&gt;She kiss he.&lt;br /&gt;He strip she.&lt;br /&gt;She strip he.&lt;br /&gt;He play with she.&lt;br /&gt;She play with he.&lt;br /&gt;I play with me.&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of tree, not see.&lt;br /&gt;No Fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A big city corporate lawyer runs a stop sign in a small town in Tennessee, and gets pulled over by a sheriff's deputy. He thinks that he is smarter than this hicktown deputy because he is a lawyer and is certain that he has a better education. He decides to prove this to himself and have some fun at the deputy's expense. Deputy says, "License and registration, please."&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer says, "What for?"&lt;br /&gt;Deputy says, "Y'all didn't come to a complete stop at the stop sign."&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer says, "I slowed down, and no one was coming."&lt;br /&gt;Deputy says, "You still didn't come to a complete stop. License and registration, please."&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer says, "What's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;Deputy says, "The difference is, y'all have to come to complete stop, that's the law. License and registration, please!"&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer says, "If you can show me the legal difference between slow down and stop, I'll give you my license and registration; and you give me the ticket. If not, you let me go and don't give me the ticket."&lt;br /&gt;Deputy says, "sounds fair. Exit your vehicle, sir."&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the deputy takes out his nightstick and starts beating the ever-loving crap out of the lawyer and says, "Do y'all want me to stop or just slow down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Maxine%20and%20friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Maxine%20and%20friends.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115527078257543658?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115527078257543658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115527078257543658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115527078257543658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115527078257543658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-follies.html' title='Friday Follies'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115526812561283476</id><published>2006-08-10T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:34:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Edition. Its Early somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/humps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/humps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Saturday morning: Barry and his wife have been sleeping soundly all&lt;br /&gt;night. A small alarm by his side of the bed sounds a wake-up trill&lt;br /&gt;and he shuts it off immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pushes the sheet back carefully so as not to disturb his&lt;br /&gt;wife. Then, he showers, shaves, and combs and brushes his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he's tiptoeing to the closet to select his golf clothes, his wife&lt;br /&gt;stirs and wakens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, just what do you think you're doing?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um," he answers, "just getting dressed to meet the guys at the club&lt;br /&gt;for a big round of golf this morning, hon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way! You know we have far too many things to do around the house&lt;br /&gt;today," she barked back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know," he replies. "We're going to tee off at 8, play 18&lt;br /&gt;holes, probably have one or two drinks together in the bar, then I'll&lt;br /&gt;jump in the car and head straight home around 12:45. Even if I'm&lt;br /&gt;delayed for some odd reason, I swear that I'll be back here no later&lt;br /&gt;than 1 o'clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife shrugs her best shrug and says, "O.K., but you'd better be&lt;br /&gt;back at or before 1! Do NOT! DO NOT play 36 holes, as you often do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO, Barry is relieved. He grabs his cap and clubs and heads out&lt;br /&gt;the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as planned, he and three buddies meet at the club, attach their&lt;br /&gt;bags to the carts and then drive off toward the first tee. To&lt;br /&gt;everyone's credit, all four guys played very, very well the whole round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a couple of drinks each in the club's bar, they rehashed the&lt;br /&gt;round, hole by hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering his promise to his wife, Barry looked at the clock&lt;br /&gt;behind the bar , "12:45" it read. So up he jumps, and with spirited&lt;br /&gt;words of goodbye to his friends, he rushes to his car, throws his&lt;br /&gt;clubs into the back seat, and zooms off - homeward bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can get there in 3 minutes," he said to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the side of the curb about 8 blocks from the club, he sees a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful red-haired woman standing at the rear of her car, and he&lt;br /&gt;immediately notices that her left-rear tire is quite flat. "I can&lt;br /&gt;change that tire for her in a jiffy," he thinks, "and make it home&lt;br /&gt;perhaps five minutes later than promised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, always the gentleman his mother had taught him to be, he stopped&lt;br /&gt;behind her car, got out, introduced himself, then pulled his own tire&lt;br /&gt;tools out of his trunk. He then put on the spare and tightened the&lt;br /&gt;last lug nut, finishing the job at precisely 1 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can still make it home by 1:05," he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However! Slow down there, big fella! This story isn't nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redhead walks toward him to thank him over and over for his&lt;br /&gt;help. "I live just around the corner here," she then half whispers to&lt;br /&gt;him. "I want to thank you by buying you a drink at my house. Please&lt;br /&gt;follow me! Please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry mulled her proposition for a whole second, then agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After parking in her driveway, she leads him inside to her den,&lt;br /&gt;where she sits in the middle of the couch and pats the cushion next&lt;br /&gt;to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits, pushover that he is. She then mixes two drinks for them;&lt;br /&gt;hers goes to the coffee table, his into his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each take a single sip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then tells him to relax while she does a few things to make them&lt;br /&gt;more comfortable - she closes the blinds and drapes, turns on the CD&lt;br /&gt;player, and then drifts out of sight with "I'm going to find more&lt;br /&gt;comfortable clothes" dripping from her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't gone three minutes when she returned in all of her glory.&lt;br /&gt;That's ALL of her glory! And, she was a TRUE redhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finally end this tale, let it be understood that they made mad,&lt;br /&gt;passionate love for three solid hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN came "OH, MY GOD!" says Barry. It's 4 o'clock! I promised my&lt;br /&gt;wife that I'd be home by 1 to do yard work. I'm leaving, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;lady, leaving now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, up he jumps, to the door and to his car he runs, climbs in and&lt;br /&gt;races home, there to see his wife standing in the driveway to greet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" she bellowed. "It's 5 minutes after 4! You&lt;br /&gt;promised to be home by 1! I want ANSWERS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, dear," he said. "Here's what happened, so help me God. I met&lt;br /&gt;the guys at the course; we played 18 holes; then we had a couple of&lt;br /&gt;drinks in the bar. I said goodbye to them at 12:45 and jumped in the&lt;br /&gt;car. A few blocks from the club, I saw a woman with a flat tire, so I&lt;br /&gt;stopped to change it for her. She was so greatful, she invited me to&lt;br /&gt;her house, which was just around the corner, so that she could fix a&lt;br /&gt;drink for me. I followed her there. We sat on the couch with our&lt;br /&gt;drinks, then she stood and walked around to close the drapes and turn&lt;br /&gt;on the CD player. That done, she said she wanted to put on more&lt;br /&gt;comfortable clothes. When she returned, she was hardly wearing&lt;br /&gt;anything. What could I do? So we made love on her couch for nearly&lt;br /&gt;three hours!! I finally came to my senses, put my clothes back on and&lt;br /&gt;almost flew home to apologize for being three hours late. I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;honey! I'M REALLY SORRY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife said back to him when he'd finished his speech: "You lying&lt;br /&gt;son of a bitch! YOU PLAYED 36 HOLES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There IS a God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A group of nuns were travelling in a car when it had a flat tire. They&lt;br /&gt;got out and attempted to change it, but being rather unworldly, they had&lt;br /&gt;no idea how to go about it. Fortunately, a truck came along and the&lt;br /&gt;driver offered to change it for them. They gratefully accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the trucker jacked up the car, it slipped from the jack.&lt;br /&gt;"Son-of-a-bitch!" he screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, that is inappropriate language," the eldest nun said. "We&lt;br /&gt;understand you're upset, but must you use such language?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My apologies, Sister," he replied, and tried again. It slipped again&lt;br /&gt;and nearly smashed his fingers. "Son-of-a-bitch!" he screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, sir, we would ask you again to not use such language," the nun&lt;br /&gt;scolded. "If changing our tire is causing you to do so, perhaps it would&lt;br /&gt;be best if you didn't help us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, Sister, but I get so upset that it just comes out," the&lt;br /&gt;trucker replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the nun, "say something else when you get upset. Say&lt;br /&gt;something like 'Dear Lord, help me'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, the trucker attempted to jack up the car and again it&lt;br /&gt;slipped. He began to blurt out "Son..." but quickly caught himself and&lt;br /&gt;said, "Dear Lord, help me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, the car miraculously rose into the air all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring in amazement, the nuns exclaimed, "Son-of-a-bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/wm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;David Rice Atchinson was President of the United States for exactly one day. This happened due to a glitch in American law at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;An Ipswich girl walks into the local dry cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;She places a garment on the counter. "I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to&lt;br /&gt;pick up my dress." she says.&lt;br /&gt;"Come again?" says the worker, cupping his ear.&lt;br /&gt;"No" she replies. "This time it's mayonnaise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another Ipswich girl was involved in a serious crash, there's blood&lt;br /&gt;everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The paramedics arrive and drag the girl out of the car till she's lying&lt;br /&gt;flat out on the road. Medic: "OK, I'm going to check if you're&lt;br /&gt;concussed."&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: "Ok."&lt;br /&gt;Medic: "How many fingers am I putting up?"&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: "Oh my god I'm paralysed from the waist down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;An Ipswich girl goes to Centrelink to register for child benefit.&lt;br /&gt;"How many children?" asks the assessor.&lt;br /&gt;"Ten" replies the Ipswich girl,&lt;br /&gt;"Ten?"says the Centrelink worker.&lt;br /&gt;"What are their names?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan and&lt;br /&gt;Nathan"&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't that get confusing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Naah..." says the Ipswich girl.&lt;br /&gt;"Its great because if they are out playing in the street I just have to&lt;br /&gt;shout NATHAN, YER DINNER'S READY or NATHAN GO TO BED NOW and they all do&lt;br /&gt;it..."&lt;br /&gt;"What if you want to speak to one individually?" says the perturbed&lt;br /&gt;Centrelink worker.&lt;br /&gt;"That's easy," says the Ipswich girl... "I just use their surnames"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;An Ipswich Girl enters a sex shop &amp; asks for a vibrator.&lt;br /&gt;The man says: "Choose one from our range on the wall." She says&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take the red one."&lt;br /&gt;The man replies: "That's a fire extinguisher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Two farmhands went to a country dance. One of the hands, Joe,&lt;br /&gt;had a wooden eye and was very self-conscious about it.&lt;br /&gt;Joe told the other guy, Bill, that he was worried about someone&lt;br /&gt;saying something about his wooden eye. Bill told him not to&lt;br /&gt;worry because it was a good eye and most people couldn't tell&lt;br /&gt;it from a real eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill danced nearly every dance as there was a lot of farm girls&lt;br /&gt;there. Joe just didn't dance at all. Finally, Bill went over to&lt;br /&gt;Joe and asked if he had danced with any of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe told him that he had not because he was concerned about&lt;br /&gt;them saying something about his wooden eye. Bill told him&lt;br /&gt;again not to be concerned about it. Bill pointed to a girl&lt;br /&gt;sitting across the room and told Joe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See that good-looking girl over there? She's got a hair-&lt;br /&gt;lip and hasn't danced but once or twice. I danced with her&lt;br /&gt;once and she's an excellent dancer and real polite. Go over&lt;br /&gt;there and ask her to dance. She won't say anything about&lt;br /&gt;your wooden eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joe had a couple of more snorts of courage and went over&lt;br /&gt;to the hair-lipped girl and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she replied in a high pitched hair-lipped voice,&lt;br /&gt;"Would I, Would I!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Joe replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Hair-lip, Hair-lip!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Hippo%20eats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Hippo%20eats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was this young couple who had a terrific argument one morning&lt;br /&gt;before leaving for work. The wife couldn't get her dress zipped up in&lt;br /&gt;back, so she backed up to her husband and motioned for him to zip up her&lt;br /&gt;zipper. "I'll show you zipping", he thought, and briskly whipped it up&lt;br /&gt;and down the slide till it broke. He had to cut her out of her favorite&lt;br /&gt;dress, which didn't make her happier with him. They went their separate&lt;br /&gt;ways to work, both boiling mad at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife did a slow burn all day. When she got home that evening, she&lt;br /&gt;walked through the garage and saw her husband under the car fixing&lt;br /&gt;something, with only his legs sticking out. She decided her moment of&lt;br /&gt;REVENGE had come. She leaned over, grabbed his pants zipper, and whipped&lt;br /&gt;it up and down. Quite contented, she walked into the kitchen, where she&lt;br /&gt;found her husband standing by the sink. Sheepishly, she asked him, "Who&lt;br /&gt;is in the garage, under the car?" She was told it was a neighbor who had&lt;br /&gt;come over to help work on the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acutely embarrassed wife asked her husband to help explain the&lt;br /&gt;situation to the neighbor, and they both returned to the garage. They&lt;br /&gt;asked him to come out from under the car, but he didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally dragged him out, he was unconscious and bleeding, from&lt;br /&gt;slamming his head into the underside of the car each time he got zipped&lt;br /&gt;by surprise!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a&lt;br /&gt;branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into&lt;br /&gt;the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared&lt;br /&gt;and asked, "Why are you crying?" The woodcutter&lt;br /&gt;replied that his axe has fallen into water. The Lord&lt;br /&gt;went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord again went down and came up with a&lt;br /&gt;silver axe. "Is this your axe?" The Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;Again, the woodcutter replied, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down again and came up with&lt;br /&gt;an iron axe. "Is this your axe?" The Lord asked.&lt;br /&gt;The woodcutter replied, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty&lt;br /&gt;and gave him three axes to keep, and the&lt;br /&gt;woodcutter went home happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while he was walking with his wife along&lt;br /&gt;the riverbank, the woodcutter's wife fell into the river.&lt;br /&gt;When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked&lt;br /&gt;him, "Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord went down into the water and came up&lt;br /&gt;with Jennifer Lopez. "Is this your wife?" the Lord&lt;br /&gt;asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," replied the woodcutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was furious. "You cheat! That is an untruth,"&lt;br /&gt;the Lord scolded. The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive&lt;br /&gt;me my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I said&lt;br /&gt;'no' to Jennifer Lopez, You will come up with Catherine&lt;br /&gt;Zeta Jones. Then if I also say 'no' to her, You will thirdly come up&lt;br /&gt;with my wife, and I will say 'yes,' and then all three will be given to&lt;br /&gt;me. But Lord, I am a poor man and I will not be able to take care of all&lt;br /&gt;three wives, so that's why I said 'yes' this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After school one day Todd, an eager second-grader, came up to his mother&lt;br /&gt;and asked, "Mom, what's a pussy?" Somewhat startled by the question, but&lt;br /&gt;directing her answer away from the adult definition, the mother replied,&lt;br /&gt;"Son, sometimes people say the word pussy, for short, when they really&lt;br /&gt;mean pussycat. You know like Boots, the cat that lives next door. Boots&lt;br /&gt;could be called a pussy or better yet, pussycat." That didn't compute&lt;br /&gt;with what Tod heard on the playground that day, but he continued, "Mom,&lt;br /&gt;what about a bitch? What is a bitch?" She pursued her puritanical theme&lt;br /&gt;by answering, "Todd, an adult female dog is commonly referred to as a&lt;br /&gt;bitch. But Son, where did you hear such words?" "From the fourth-graders&lt;br /&gt;on the playground, Mom," he replied. "I think you should play with your&lt;br /&gt;second-grade friends and stay away from those fourth-graders," the&lt;br /&gt;mother stated. Later, Todd found his dad working in the garage. He went&lt;br /&gt;up to his dad and asked, "Dad, what's a pussy?" The dad contemplated how&lt;br /&gt;he should answer this delicate question. Then resolving that an honest&lt;br /&gt;question deserves and honest answer, he reached up on the top shelf of&lt;br /&gt;his tool bench and took down a copy of the Playboy magazine. He pulled&lt;br /&gt;out the centerfold and laid it on the workbench. With a felt-tip pen the&lt;br /&gt;dad drew a very tight circle around the vulva of the nude&lt;br /&gt;playmate-of-the- month. Pointing to the centerfold and looking his son&lt;br /&gt;square in the eye, the dad said, "Todd, Son, everything inside that&lt;br /&gt;little circle is called a pussy!" "WOW," said Todd as his eyes bugged at&lt;br /&gt;the small circle. Now that made more sense about what he heard on the&lt;br /&gt;playground that day. "Dad, what's a bitch" Todd asked? "Well, Son, a&lt;br /&gt;bitch is everything outside that circle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A crusty Scot went into a whorehouse and announced he could spend no&lt;br /&gt;more than ten 'poonds'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The madam told him that the cheapest rate was twenty pounds. After a&lt;br /&gt;monumental argument, the madam coaxed the money out of the tight-fisted&lt;br /&gt;Scotsman and sent him upstairs with a hoary old 'girl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She undressed, ripped the Scotsman's kilt off, threw her legs apart and&lt;br /&gt;pulled him down on her. However, to her utter disgust the silly old&lt;br /&gt;bugger started to fuck her navel. "That's not the right place," the old&lt;br /&gt;bitch barked at him. "My fuckhole is farther down, you idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen you hoary bitch," shouted the Scot, 'for twenty poonds I want a&lt;br /&gt;hole of my own!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;When Scott Paper Co. first started manufacturing toilet paper they did not put their name on the product because of embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Doubled2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Doubled2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God and Moses were out golfing. They were both doing well. Then they&lt;br /&gt;came up to the 5th hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dogleg to the left, with a lake to the right. Moses got up and&lt;br /&gt;hit a long shot with a little hook. Right in the middle of the fairway.&lt;br /&gt;Then God got up and pulled out his driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Moses said,"God, everytime you use you driver you always slice it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God said, "If Arnold Palmer can do it, I can do it." So he approched&lt;br /&gt;the ball. Got ready, then hit a long one. It drifted to the right,&lt;br /&gt;SPLISH! Right in the middle of the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Moses said, "See God, I told you that would happen. I'll get it this&lt;br /&gt;time but you'll have to get it next time." So Moses went out to the&lt;br /&gt;lake, held up his club, and parted the lake. Then he went down, picked&lt;br /&gt;up the ball, and came back. After that, everything was going fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the 18th hole, straight away, with a long lake on the right. Moses&lt;br /&gt;hit a nice straight shot down the fairway. Then God took out his driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses said, "God, last time you used your driver you sliced it. You&lt;br /&gt;always slice it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God repeated, "If Arnold Palmer can do it, I can do it." So he got&lt;br /&gt;up, and hit the ball. Long hard shot, sliced, PLUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses said, "I got the last one." So God walked on the water, bent over,&lt;br /&gt;picked up the ball. About this time there was a foursome coming up&lt;br /&gt;behind them. One if the guys saw what God was doing and asked Moses,&lt;br /&gt;"Who does that guy think he is, Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses replied, "No. He thinks he's Arnold Palmer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A little prospector wearing clean new shoes walked&lt;br /&gt;into a saloon. A big Texan standing at the bar said&lt;br /&gt;to his friend, "Watch me make this dude dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to the prospector and said,&lt;br /&gt;"You're a foreigner, aren't you? From the East?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might say that," said the prospector, "I'm&lt;br /&gt;from Boston and I'm here prospecting for gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now tell me something," said the Texan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm going to teach you," said the Texan. And&lt;br /&gt;with that the Texan took out his gun and started&lt;br /&gt;shooting at the prospectors feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopping, skipping, and jumping the little prospector&lt;br /&gt;made it to the door shaking like a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later the Texan left the saloon.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he stepped outside the door he heard&lt;br /&gt;a click. He looked around and there, four feet from&lt;br /&gt;his head was the biggest shotgun he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little prospector said, "Mr. Texan, have you&lt;br /&gt;ever kissed a mule?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the quick thinking Texan,&lt;br /&gt;"but I've always wanted to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/exlax.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/exlax.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115526812561283476?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115526812561283476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115526812561283476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115526812561283476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115526812561283476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/early-edition-its-early-somewhere.html' title='Early Edition. Its Early somewhere'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115526653657768416</id><published>2006-08-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:22:16.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Beth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Pinocchio_mike.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Pinocchio_mike.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to link to this earlier but blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ate my post, for whatever reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am a tryin' it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: Michael Moore attempts Coup" href="http://bluestarchronicles.com/2006/08/09/michael-moore-attempts-coup/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael Moore attempts Coup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its a must read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Words fail me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115526653657768416?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115526653657768416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115526653657768416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115526653657768416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115526653657768416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/visit-beth.html' title='Visit Beth'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115524125784422109</id><published>2006-08-10T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:18:18.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgre's News Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ogresview.mu.nu/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ogre's Politics and Views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;theres this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ogresview.mu.nu/#190137"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;http://ogresview.mu.nu/#190137&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Its a little Game sounds like fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So I thought I would play. Its really easy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I slipped our ot the blog-o-sphere and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;into the deep dark recess of my dry humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the gnome and paste him onto the doctored pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I had to add a little something extra to one of them. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Garden_GnomeI.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Garden_GnomeI.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/2.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/2.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115524125784422109?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115524125784422109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115524125784422109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115524125784422109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115524125784422109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/orgres-news-game.html' title='Orgre&apos;s News Game'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115500273909728806</id><published>2006-08-10T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:15:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Dog Mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/fdny_flag_3.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/fdny_flag_3.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry had to steal that from Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://myrepublicanblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/irans-going-for-it.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MyRepublicanBlog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Gayle for the heads up on this issue from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jihadwatch.org/archives/012563.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jihad Watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-2300772,00.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Times On Line does&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Go to this link if you want the entire story. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Iran's plot to mine&lt;br /&gt;uranium in Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;br /&gt;August 06, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Jon Swain, David Leppard and Brian Johnson-Thomas&lt;br /&gt;IRAN is seeking to import large consignments of bomb-making uranium from the African mining area that produced the Hiroshima bomb, an investigation has revealed.&lt;br /&gt;A United Nations report, dated July 18, said there was Âno doubtÂ that a huge shipment of smuggled uranium 238, uncovered by customs officials in Tanzania, was transported from the Lubumbashi mines in the Congo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanzanian customs officials told The Sunday Times it was destined for the Iranian port of Bandar Abbas, and was stopped on October 22 last year during a routine check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disclosure will heighten western fears about the extent of IranÂs presumed nuclear weapons programme and the strategic implications of IranÂ s continuing support for Hezbollah during the war with Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also emerged that terror cells backed by Iran may be prepared to mount attacks against nuclear power plants in Britain. Intelligence circulating in Whitehall suggests that sleeper cells linked to Tehran have been conducting reconnaissance at some nuclear sites in preparation for a possible attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My thoughts on this one are many as I read the rest of that story.&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember Yellow Cake?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Do ya?&lt;br /&gt;Hark!! Stomp that cricket so I can hear the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quote that popped into my mine was from True Grit.&lt;br /&gt;When the bad guy told Rooster he was gonna kill him.&lt;br /&gt;Rooster yells "fill your hands you son of a bitch."&lt;br /&gt;Puts the reigns in his mouth and was armed in each hand. Then he charged head forward shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are about to see this what sceniaro playes out. If you think that these sleeper cell are only in the other part of the world well God bless ya. Oh and I have utopia for sale $2.00 a lot. This is very critical, for everyone to understand. There won't being any turning back. Once that mad man has his bombs build he won't stop at Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and boys the fact is we are coming to a cross roads. As Phil said on a comment a day or two ago. "Mad dog mean". If we want to live to see the sunset and ride off to our future we got to support our President and Troops.&lt;br /&gt;This division I see in the conseratives will not allow us to reach that goal. The fact that everyone wants to piss and moan cuz G.W. Bush is in office makes me wanta bitch slap them and scream don't you recall who ran against President Bush.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone recall Al Gore? The crazed tree hugger? He still can't get over the fact if he had of won his home state he would have been president.&lt;br /&gt;Or how about John F*ckin Kerry? That idiot still don't know which side of Nam he was on. Someone has to tell him prior to him speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at where we are. As I see we are standing on the back side of Israel between the lefties's and the terrorist. That folks would be considered a rock and a hard place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/irnk_sm.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/irnk_sm.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115500273909728806?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115500273909728806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115500273909728806&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115500273909728806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115500273909728806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/mad-dog-mean.html' title='Mad Dog Mean'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115522552157031387</id><published>2006-08-10T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:39:30.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/1447.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/1447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Attack of the killer otters. Don't be fooled by the cute, little,&lt;br /&gt;curious faces, folks, these vicious little monsters are on the&lt;br /&gt;prowl and they are hungry for dog meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I just read a story about a woman in West Boca,&lt;br /&gt;Florida who was out walking her labrador retriever and her fox&lt;br /&gt;terrier along a canal. The lab trotted down to the water's edge&lt;br /&gt;to sniff something when a large otter burst from the water and&lt;br /&gt;clamped onto the dog's nose, attempting to pull it under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before I knew it she ran up the embankment and grabbed Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;the lab by the snout and pulled her down into the canal," dog-owner&lt;br /&gt;Leah Vanon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildlife experts say otters are very curious but would only&lt;br /&gt;attack if they felt threatened. They also say a mother with pups&lt;br /&gt;is extremely protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pups or no, Ms. Vanon wasn't going to let her precious become the&lt;br /&gt;victim of an otter attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The otter immediately starts going after him and starts flipping&lt;br /&gt;him and dunking him and to drown him like they do to a fish. I&lt;br /&gt;started punching the otter in the face which I felt really bad&lt;br /&gt;about because it's cute and I didn't want to hurt it but it was&lt;br /&gt;killing my dog," Vanon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The otter wisely backed off. The dogs had some cuts on their snouts&lt;br /&gt;but they'll recover. The otter was not apprehended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Go Directly To Jail; Do Not Ask Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man spent two months in jail wondering why he was there and&lt;br /&gt;trying desperately to get somebody to set him free. The man,&lt;br /&gt;known as Odd, was jailed at the request of a Philadelphia assistant&lt;br /&gt;district attorney to ensure his testimony as a witness in a murder&lt;br /&gt;case. But even after the case ended, Odd still sat in prison with&lt;br /&gt;nobody coming to release him. Odd finally obtained his freedom&lt;br /&gt;after he sent a written plea to a public defender, and is now&lt;br /&gt;suing the district attorney who jailed him, Tom Malone. "He was&lt;br /&gt;the only one in the entire system who knew why he was in jail,"&lt;br /&gt;Odd's attorney Daniel Silverman said of Malone. "I can finally&lt;br /&gt;use the _expression 'Kafka-esque.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Luck Be Two Winning Lottery Tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUFORT, S.C. - A Beaufort, S.C., man who used to live on a&lt;br /&gt;street called Lottery Lane has won a second major prize from&lt;br /&gt;scratch-off lottery tickets in 20 days. Harold Gray, a self-&lt;br /&gt;employed contractor, buys one scratch ticket every day, and last&lt;br /&gt;month won $250,000. Tuesday, his wife's 39th birthday, he bought a&lt;br /&gt;ticket worth $100,000, the Beaufort Gazette reported. "I had to go&lt;br /&gt;home and take a little medication to calm me down," Gray said. "I&lt;br /&gt;feel like I have a horseshoe stuck up my behind." He and his wife&lt;br /&gt;had already booked a cruise to the Bahamas later this month after&lt;br /&gt;their first win, but neither said they would quit their jobs. Gray&lt;br /&gt;said he would pay off his bills, buy a house and invest the rest&lt;br /&gt;for retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/hedgehog.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/hedgehog.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Woman dies after alleged home liposuction -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRAMINGHAM, Mass. - A Brazilian man was charged with practicing&lt;br /&gt;medicine without a license after a woman died during liposuction&lt;br /&gt;performed in a private home in Massachusetts. Luis Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Ribeiro and his wife also face drug charges, the Boston Herald&lt;br /&gt;reported. The victim, Fabiola de Paula, died at MetroWest&lt;br /&gt;Medical Center in Framingham after Ribeiro brought her to the&lt;br /&gt;hospital unconscious. Middlesex County Prosecutor Lee Hettinger&lt;br /&gt;told the newspaper that Ribeiro could face more charges after an&lt;br /&gt;autopsy. Ribeiro was being held on $250,000 bail while a judge&lt;br /&gt;set $50,000 bail on his wife. Another patient was hospitalized&lt;br /&gt;when she developed a serious infection following liposuction,&lt;br /&gt;the newspaper said. The Herald said Ribeiro told police that he&lt;br /&gt;is a licensed plastic surgeon in Brazil and that he and his wife&lt;br /&gt;had come to the United States on short work visas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seals take over San Diego beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAN DIEGO - Harbor seals and humans are disputing possession&lt;br /&gt;of a San Diego beach. The seals have their human proxies, the&lt;br /&gt;Save-Our-Seals Coalition, which wants to have the Children's&lt;br /&gt;Pool designated for seals only, the New York Times reports. The&lt;br /&gt;area gets its name from a breakwater built with money donated in&lt;br /&gt;1931 by Ellen Browning Scripps, an heir to the Scripps newspaper&lt;br /&gt;fortune. She wanted the area to be a good place for children to swim&lt;br /&gt;in calm water. But in the mid-1990s, seals started hauling out on&lt;br /&gt;the beach in large numbers. They give birth, raise their young,&lt;br /&gt;eat, squabble and defecate. While the seals have become a popular&lt;br /&gt;tourist attraction, locals who want to swim and sunbathe are less&lt;br /&gt;thrilled. The anti-seal faction argues there are plenty of places&lt;br /&gt;along the coast for seals and few good beaches close to San Diego&lt;br /&gt;for people. The Save-Our-Seals group argues the animals, almost&lt;br /&gt;exterminated by hunting, have simply returned to a longtime haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Woman out-sleuths police in TP prank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORCO, Calif. - Six California teens face felony charges of&lt;br /&gt;maliciously toilet-papering the home of a woman who out-sleuthed&lt;br /&gt;police in tracking them down over six months. In February, Katja&lt;br /&gt;Base, her husband and children awoke to find their front yard and&lt;br /&gt;vehicles covered in streams of toilet paper in Norco, Calif.,&lt;br /&gt;east of Long Beach. At first amused, they discovered the paper&lt;br /&gt;hid smeared dog food and flour, which had damaged the paint on&lt;br /&gt;two vehicles. Base told the Riverside Press-Enterprise it took 13&lt;br /&gt;people three hours to clean up the mess, and that's when she decided&lt;br /&gt;to launch her own investigation. She began by canvassing area stores&lt;br /&gt;asking them to look through records for unusually large purchases&lt;br /&gt;of toilet paper. She had luck at one store, where two days before&lt;br /&gt;the vandalism, someone bought 144 rolls of toilet paper, cheese,&lt;br /&gt;dog food, and flour. Using the store's security videos and a high&lt;br /&gt;school yearbook, she came up with names and went to police last&lt;br /&gt;week. The Riverside County district attorney's office will now&lt;br /&gt;decide whether to formally charge the teens and one adult with&lt;br /&gt;felony vandalism, the report said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/high%20crime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/high%20crime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Poetic justice? Or the fish story of all time? Maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;58-year-old Alan Card and his son, 32-year-old Ian Card, were&lt;br /&gt;on a deep sea fishing expedition in the Atlantic, 15 miles off&lt;br /&gt;of Bermuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were just getting exciting when one member of the group&lt;br /&gt;hooked what felt like a huge game fish. Ian recalled being delighted&lt;br /&gt;with the success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the back of the boat to watch the action, his delight&lt;br /&gt;was short-lived when the fish changed direction and leaped out of&lt;br /&gt;the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a 14-foot, 800 pound blue marlin. This&lt;br /&gt;particular species is notable for the razor-sharp spike sticking&lt;br /&gt;out of its nose. On a specimen this size the spike was about three&lt;br /&gt;feet...half of which impaled the younger Card right in the chest,&lt;br /&gt;carrying him overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling for his life, Card miraculously was able to pull himself&lt;br /&gt;off of the violently thrashing fish and make it to the surface of&lt;br /&gt;the water. The senior Card told how his son surfaced with blood&lt;br /&gt;pumping from his wound. 'He put his hand up to his chest and his&lt;br /&gt;fingers disappeared,' he said. 'He had a wound about as big as&lt;br /&gt;your fist.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, a million in one accident. His would staunched with towels,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Card was rushed to the hospital, where surgeons carried out&lt;br /&gt;an emergency operation and yesterday he was in a stable condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the fish got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Friends Don't Let Their Passengers Drive Drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARLISLE, Pa. - A lawyer for a Pennsylvania man who was charged&lt;br /&gt;with DUI while he was the front seat passenger says he expects the&lt;br /&gt;case to be thrown out. Last Dec. 26, a state trooper in Carlisle,&lt;br /&gt;in southern Pennsylvania, spotted a car swerving, and pulled the&lt;br /&gt;car over. The driver was holding a sandwich with two hands, and&lt;br /&gt;Derek Pittman was sitting in the passenger seat. Pittman told&lt;br /&gt;the trooper he had been steering while his friend was eating&lt;br /&gt;his sandwich, and admitted he had been drinking, the Harrisburg&lt;br /&gt;Patriot-News reported. He blew 0.225 percent blood alcohol. The&lt;br /&gt;legal limit is 0.08. The report says the trooper spotted the car&lt;br /&gt;swerving. Records say the trooper felt a strong alcohol odor coming&lt;br /&gt;from the vehicle and saw the driver holding a large sandwich with&lt;br /&gt;two hands. The driver was neither tested nor arrested, but Pittman&lt;br /&gt;was charged with driving under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Firefighter's Attempt To Light Cigarette Goes Up In Flames-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISHAWAKA, Ind. - Firefighter Bob Hunter forced the evacuation&lt;br /&gt;of a Mishawaka, Ind. restaurant this week after he mistook&lt;br /&gt;a Mace dispenser as a lighter for his cigarette. The South&lt;br /&gt;Bend (Ind.) Tribune reported that 20 customers and employees&lt;br /&gt;at the American Pancake House evacuated the establishment and&lt;br /&gt;were made nauseous by the Mace's fumes that Hunter allegedly&lt;br /&gt;released. Hunter allegedly was attempt- ing to light a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;with a Mace container he had taken from his mother's purse when&lt;br /&gt;customers began complaining they felt ill. To make the incident&lt;br /&gt;more unusual, Hunter has been involved in three Mace-related&lt;br /&gt;incidents during his time with the local fire department and the&lt;br /&gt;Pancake House is a no smoking establishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ain't Nothing But A Teddy Bear-Eating Hound Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley's teddy bear, valued more than $75,000, met an&lt;br /&gt;untimely end in the jaws of a British hound dog charged with&lt;br /&gt;guarding the treasure in England. The rare 1909 Steiff bear named&lt;br /&gt;Mabel was bought at a Memphis auction by British aristocrat Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Slade, who in turn loaned it to Wookey Hole Caves near Wells in&lt;br /&gt;Somerset, for an exhibition, the Sun reported Wednesday. No one&lt;br /&gt;knows what caused security guard Greg West's Doberman, Barney, to&lt;br /&gt;go "berserk," but when the carnage ended Tuesday night, more than&lt;br /&gt;100 bears were scattered throughout the exhibit area and Mabel had&lt;br /&gt;lost her head, a Wookie Hole spokesman told the newspaper. "It's a&lt;br /&gt;disaster," he said. "The scene is just a horrific mess, with bits&lt;br /&gt;of teddy bear everywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/homework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115522552157031387?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115522552157031387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115522552157031387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115522552157031387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115522552157031387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/short-stories.html' title='Short Stories'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115521732811557710</id><published>2006-08-10T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T06:42:09.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE A LAUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/comixoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/comixoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A newspaper editor announces that there's&lt;br /&gt;enough money in the budget to install a&lt;br /&gt;newsroom chandelier. The reporters&lt;br /&gt;huddle and send a spokesman to say&lt;br /&gt;they're against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Against it? Why?" the editor asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First," the reporter says, "no one on the&lt;br /&gt;staff can spell 'chandelier' well enough&lt;br /&gt;to put it on an order form. Second, I don't&lt;br /&gt;believe that anybody here can play one if&lt;br /&gt;we had it. And third, if you got that much&lt;br /&gt;money, we think you should get a hanging&lt;br /&gt;light instead, to brighten up the office!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jim was telling his buddy Dave about his experiences the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;He said "Dave I was down at the beach waxin my boat, just waxin my boat&lt;br /&gt;Dave and this knockout redhead came by, tits out to here Dave, tits out&lt;br /&gt;to here!!" She said "can I ride in your boat?" and I said sure, we got&lt;br /&gt;in in the lake and I said "screw or swim" and she couldn't swim, Dave,&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week I was back just waxin my boat and this blonde came by, I&lt;br /&gt;had more wood than my boat when i looked at her. She asked to ride in my&lt;br /&gt;boat and I said sure. Out in the lake I said "screw or swim, and she&lt;br /&gt;couldn't swim, Dave she couldn't swim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week this tall brunette came by and asked to ride in my boat. I had&lt;br /&gt;her out in the lake and told her to screw or swim. She started sheddin&lt;br /&gt;her clothes and she had a DICK Dave, she had a Dick and I can't swim,&lt;br /&gt;Dave I can't swim!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dave returned from a doctor's visit one day and told his wife Alma that the&lt;br /&gt;doctor said he only had 24 hours to live. Wiping away her tears, he asked&lt;br /&gt;her to make love with him. Of course she agreed and they made passionate&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours later, Dave went to her again, and said, "Honey, now I only have&lt;br /&gt;18 hours left to live. Maybe we could make love again?" Alma agreed and&lt;br /&gt;again they made love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Dave was getting into bed when he realized he now had only eight&lt;br /&gt;hours of life left. He touched Alma's shoulder and said, "Honey? Please?&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time before I die."&lt;br /&gt;She agreed, then afterward she rolled over and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave, however, heard the clock ticking in his head, and he tossed and turned&lt;br /&gt;until he was down to only four more hours. He tapped his wife on the&lt;br /&gt;shoulder to wake her up. "Honey, I only have four hours left! Could we...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife sat up abruptly, turned to him and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Listen Dave, I have to get up in the morning! You don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A little old lady on vacation took a stroll through the woods. Suddenly a&lt;br /&gt;little white duck, all covered with poop, crossed her path. "Oh,&lt;br /&gt;dear," the lady said, "come on, I'll clean you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a Kleenex from her purse and whipped the duck clean. After&lt;br /&gt;finishing, she urged the duck away saying, "Be careful next time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked on and another duck with poop all over it crossed her way. Again&lt;br /&gt;she took out a Kleenex and cleaned the little duck. She warned this one as&lt;br /&gt;well and the duck took off. Soon after, she encountered a third duck with&lt;br /&gt;the same problem. "Now I've had it!" she whined, "What&lt;br /&gt;have you all been doing?" And for the third time she played Florence&lt;br /&gt;Nightingale and tended to the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued her stroll when suddenly she heard a voice from the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you, lady!" shouted Little Johnny, sounding in some distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a Kleenex?" Little Johnny asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not anymore," she answered, "I've just used them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad. I guess I'll just have to find another duck," replied Little&lt;br /&gt;Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/free%20vd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/free%20vd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When my youngest daughter was three, she begged to be allowed to attend&lt;br /&gt;a concert with her older sister and brother. She assured me she was a&lt;br /&gt;big girl and would behave herself. As we took our seats in the orchestra&lt;br /&gt;hall, I handed programs to the kids. Following the lead of her older&lt;br /&gt;siblings, my three-year-old opened her program, and in her most grown-up&lt;br /&gt;voice said, "Mommy, I'll have the chicken, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Q. Who is more satisfied, a man with a million dollars, or a man with&lt;br /&gt;six children? A. The man with six children. The man with a million&lt;br /&gt;dollars wants more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What do you get when you play country music backwards?&lt;br /&gt;The guy gets his girl back. He gets his pickup back.&lt;br /&gt;He stops drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mother was showing her son how to zip up his coat. "The secret," she&lt;br /&gt;said, "is to get the left part of the zipper to fit in the other side&lt;br /&gt;before you try to zip it up." The boy looked at her quizzically... "Why&lt;br /&gt;does it have to be a secret?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deja vu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....milked this cow before: deja moo&lt;br /&gt;....seen this strange animal before: deja gnu&lt;br /&gt;....smelled this bad odor before: deja phew&lt;br /&gt;....visited this menagerie before: deja zoo&lt;br /&gt;....scared this person away before: deja boo&lt;br /&gt;....read this mystery book before: deja clue&lt;br /&gt;....been in this courtroom before: deja sue&lt;br /&gt;....felt this bad before: deja rue&lt;br /&gt;....felt this sad before: deja blue&lt;br /&gt;....expanded this way before: deja grew&lt;br /&gt;....seen this slime before: deja goo&lt;br /&gt;....learned this stuff before: deja knew&lt;br /&gt;....waited in this line before: deja queue&lt;br /&gt;....eaten this dinner before: deja stew&lt;br /&gt;....pursued this person before: deja woo&lt;br /&gt;....forgotten your name before: deja who&lt;br /&gt;....had this feeling of deja vu before: deja too&lt;br /&gt;....seen these twins before: deja two&lt;br /&gt;....used this beer recipe before: deja brew&lt;br /&gt;....been on this airplane before: deja flew&lt;br /&gt;....came up with this innovation before: deja new&lt;br /&gt;....fed these pigeons before: deja coo&lt;br /&gt;....sketched this portrait before: deja drew&lt;br /&gt;....ended this relationship before: deja through&lt;br /&gt;....felt this ill before: deja flu&lt;br /&gt;....sheared this sheep before: deja ewe&lt;br /&gt;....munched on this gum ball before: deja chew&lt;br /&gt;....sat through this sermon before: deja pew&lt;br /&gt;....played in this wet grass before: deja dew&lt;br /&gt;....admired this scenery before: deja ooo&lt;br /&gt;....lost it under the bed before: deja shoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/broke%20date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/broke%20date.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Writing Home the Easy Way"&lt;br /&gt;(If you're in college, make countless copies -- use as needed, and fill&lt;br /&gt;in appropriate blanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: ___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Parent(s),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too busy to write, but this checklist covers most of the topics&lt;br /&gt;of interest to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ Money (Cash)! Amount: $_______&lt;br /&gt;__ Food (Cookies)! Dozens: ________&lt;br /&gt;__ Clean clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ What?&lt;br /&gt;__ I am in love with myself&lt;br /&gt;__ I am in love!&lt;br /&gt;__ I am engaged&lt;br /&gt;__ I got married last weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Roommate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ Worships the ground I walk on&lt;br /&gt;__ Gave me a black eye&lt;br /&gt;__ Committed suicide and left a note saying I was the reason&lt;br /&gt;__ Is afraid of the dark and wants to sleep with me in my bed ???&lt;br /&gt;__ Has fleas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Professors are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ Sadistic water walkers&lt;br /&gt;__ Mental institution escapees&lt;br /&gt;__ Brain dead nerds&lt;br /&gt;__ Super oxygen thieves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ I wrecked the car&lt;br /&gt;__ I can't use your credit card because I have exceeded the credit&lt;br /&gt;limit __ You are going to have a grandchild __ False alarm - you are NOT&lt;br /&gt;going to have a grandchild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ Is great!&lt;br /&gt;__ Even makes me appreciate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;__ I have had pizzas for the last eleven meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ I am making all A's&lt;br /&gt;__ I am not being properly challenged&lt;br /&gt;__ I will be home after this semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__ Night and day&lt;br /&gt;__ All the time&lt;br /&gt;__ 80 hours a week&lt;br /&gt;__ Only on Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;__ None of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A woman was at work when she received a phone call that her&lt;br /&gt;daughter was very sick with a fever. She left her work and&lt;br /&gt;stopped by the pharmacy to get some medication for her&lt;br /&gt;daughter. When returning to her car she found that she had&lt;br /&gt;locked her keys in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in a hurry to get home to her sick daughter. She&lt;br /&gt;didn't know what to do, so she called her home and told the&lt;br /&gt;baby sitter what had happened, and that she did not know&lt;br /&gt;what to do. The baby sitter told her that her daughter was&lt;br /&gt;getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You might find a coat hanger and use that to open&lt;br /&gt;the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked around and luckily found an old rusty coat&lt;br /&gt;hanger that had been thrown down on the ground, possibly by&lt;br /&gt;someone else who at so me time or other had locked their keys&lt;br /&gt;in their car. Then she looked at the hanger and said, "I&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to use this." She bowed her head and asked God&lt;br /&gt;to send her some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within five minutes an old rusty car pulled up, with a dirty,&lt;br /&gt;greasy, bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag&lt;br /&gt;on his head. The woman thought, "Great, God. This is what you&lt;br /&gt;sent to help me?" But, she was desperate, so she was also very&lt;br /&gt;thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man got out of his car and asked her if he could help.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Yes, my daughter is very sick. I stopped to get her&lt;br /&gt;some medication, and I locked my keys in my car. I must get&lt;br /&gt;home to her. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to the car, and in less than one minute the car&lt;br /&gt;was opened. She hugged the man and through her tears she said,&lt;br /&gt;"Thank You So Much! You are a very nice man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Lady, I am not a nice man. I just got out of&lt;br /&gt;prison today. I was in prison for car theft and have only been&lt;br /&gt;out for about an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman hugged the man again, and with sobbing tears cried&lt;br /&gt;out loud, "Oh, Thank You God! You even sent me a Professional!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A little woman called During the "rush hour" at Houston Airport, a flight was delayed due to a&lt;br /&gt;mechanical problem. Since they needed the gate for another flight, the&lt;br /&gt;aircraft was backed away from the gate while the maintenance crew worked&lt;br /&gt;on it. The passengers were then told the new gate number, which was some&lt;br /&gt;distance away. Everyone moved to the new gate, only to find a third&lt;br /&gt;gate had been designated for them.&lt;br /&gt;After some further shuffling, everyone got on board, and as they were&lt;br /&gt;settling in, the flight attendant made the standard announcement, "We&lt;br /&gt;apologize for the inconvenience of this last-minute gate change. This&lt;br /&gt;flight is going to Washington, D.C. If your destination is not&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C. you should 'deplane' at this time." A very&lt;br /&gt;confused-looking and red-faced pilot emerged from the cockpit, carrying&lt;br /&gt;his bags. "Sorry," hesaid, wrong plane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mount Sinai Hospital. She said, "Mount Sinai&lt;br /&gt;Hospital? Hello. Darling, I'd like to talk with the person who gives the&lt;br /&gt;information about the patients. But I don't want to know if the patient&lt;br /&gt;is better or doing like expected, or worse, I want all the information&lt;br /&gt;from top to bottom, from A to Z."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice on the other end of the line said, "Would you hold the line,&lt;br /&gt;please, that's a very unusual request."Then a very authoritative voice&lt;br /&gt;came on and said, "Are you the lady who is calling about one of the&lt;br /&gt;patients?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Yes, darling! I'd like to know the information about Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Finkel, in Room 302."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Finkel. Finkel. Let me see. Feinberg, Farber--Finkel.Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Finkel is doing very well. In fact, she's had two full meals, her&lt;br /&gt;blood pressure is fine, all her tests have come back in the normal range&lt;br /&gt;and if she continues this way, her doctor is going to sign her up for&lt;br /&gt;therapy at a nearby facility and send her h&lt;br /&gt;ome on Tuesday at twelve&lt;br /&gt;o'clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "Thank God! That's wonderful! She's going home at&lt;br /&gt;twelve o'clock! I'm so happy to hear that. That's wonderful news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the other end said, "From your enthusiasm, I take it you&lt;br /&gt;must be one of the close family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "What close family? I'm Sarah Finkel! My doctor doesn't tell&lt;br /&gt;me anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Pork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Pork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Notoriously tight with his money, a Scotsman goes to the dentist and&lt;br /&gt;asks how much it is for a tooth extraction. "£85 for an extraction sir"&lt;br /&gt;was the dentist's reply. "Och huv yer no got anythin' cheaper" replies&lt;br /&gt;the Scotsman getting agitated. "But that's the normal charge for an&lt;br /&gt;extraction sir" said the dentist. "What about if yer din't use any&lt;br /&gt;anesthetic?" asked the Scotsman hopefully. "Well it's highly unusual&lt;br /&gt;sir, but if that's what you want, I suppose I can do it for £70" said&lt;br /&gt;the dentist. "Hmmmm, what about if yer used one of your dentist trainees&lt;br /&gt;and still without anaesthetic" said the Scotsman. "Well it's possible&lt;br /&gt;but they are only training and I can't guarantee their level of&lt;br /&gt;professionalism and it'll be a lot more painful. I suppose in that case&lt;br /&gt;we can bring the price down to say £40" said the dentist. "Och that's&lt;br /&gt;still a bit much, how about if yer make it a trainin' session and have&lt;br /&gt;yer student do the extraction and the other students watchin' and&lt;br /&gt;learnin" said the Scotsman hopefully. "Hmmmmm, well OK it'll be good for&lt;br /&gt;the students I suppose, I'll charge you only £5 in that case" said the&lt;br /&gt;dentist. "Och now yer talkin' laddie! It's a deal" said the Scotsman.&lt;br /&gt;"Can yer confirm an appointment for the wife next Tuesday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A husband is someone who takes out the trash and gives the impression he&lt;br /&gt;just cleaned the whole house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Little Billy, and his grandfather entered the vacation cabin, and kept&lt;br /&gt;the lights off until they were inside to keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from attracting pesky insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, a few fireflies followed them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing them before his grandfather did, Little Billy whispered, "It's&lt;br /&gt;no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes are coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after us with flashlights...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cream And Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man goes to the doc, with a strawberry growing out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc says 'I'll give you some cream to put on it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two men walk into a lumber yard to buy some 2x4's. the clerk asks them&lt;br /&gt;"how long do you need them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark haired guy doesn't answer&lt;br /&gt;right away, so the blonde guy pipes up "a very long time we're building&lt;br /&gt;a house with them!!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Q. How do you know a blonde has been using a dishwasher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. It's clogged up with paper plates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/de-humid.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/de-humid.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115521732811557710?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115521732811557710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115521732811557710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115521732811557710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115521732811557710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-laugh_10.html' title='HAVE A LAUGH'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115507535100435949</id><published>2006-08-08T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:28:35.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The following is a reponse to my emailed rant to Sen Inholfe. Somebody did read and reply. I don't know if it was Mr. Inholfe himself or not but it is a reply. I anticipate a more detailed reply from Dr. Coburn.&lt;br /&gt;See My&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/challenge.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: Responding to your message&lt;br /&gt;From: Jim_Inhofe@inhofe.senate.gov&lt;br /&gt;Date: Tue, August 8, 2006 11:55 am&lt;br /&gt;To: patricia_hughes@valornet.com&lt;br /&gt;Priority: Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hughes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for contact me about the fighting between Israel and Hezbollah. As your voice in Washington , I appreciate being made aware of your views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, on July 12 th , 2006 Hezbollah attacked Israel launching rockets and send ing terrorists across the border. Eight Israeli Defense Force (IDF) soldiers were killed and two were kidnapped. Israel responded by attacking Hezbollah in southern Lebanon . When reports surfaced that the two kidnapped IDF soldiers would be transported to Iran , Israel widened their attacks to establish a blockade around Lebanon to prevent their soldiers from being turned over to another hostile country. Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert has stated that Israel will continue to fight until its soldiers are returned , Hezbollah is disarmed in accordance with United Nations Resolution 1559 , and Lebanon patrols the border between Israel and Lebanon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hezbollah has long had the backing of Syria and Iran and has sought to destroy Israel . These recent attacks have been launched from land unilaterally ceded by Israel to Lebanon . Furthermore, the Palestinian terrorist group Hamas also kidnapped an IDF soldier after an attack on Israel launched from land unilaterally ceded by Israel to Palestine . Israel has already attempted the diplomatic measures some are calling for right now . Those attempts ultimately failed because Israel was seen by their enemies as being weak. Israel is also being asked to restrain themselves, but how much restraint should be asked of a country that lives under the threat of terrorist attacks daily and is surrounded by neighbors who do not believe in their right to exist? Finally, some are criticizing Israel for overacting and acting disproportionately. Again, Israel is dealing with neighbors who seek their destruction and is upholding the old military tradition of "leave no man behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opposed the unilateral transfers of land from Israel to their enemies . The land for peace solution can only work if their neighbors recognize Israel 's right to exist, which they don't. It should be noted, that the attacks that started the current fighting were launched from the land that Israel gave away. I also strongly believe in Israel 's right to defend themselves. Americans would be asking for no less than what Israel is doing if we were in the same position. I strongly feel that we should not ask the Israeli government to do what we would not do, refrain from protecting the security of its people. Israel is our one reliable friend in the entire Middle East and we should remain solidly behind them. I will continue to monitor this situation closely. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you for your comments. Please do not hesitate to contact me again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115507535100435949?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115507535100435949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115507535100435949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115507535100435949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115507535100435949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/response-to-me.html' title='Response to Me'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115506302614447955</id><published>2006-08-08T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T05:51:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again With Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/dancing.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/dancing.0.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/garfield.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/garfield.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Little Johnny was having problems in English class, so his teacher&lt;br /&gt;decided to stop by on her way home to speak with his parents. When she&lt;br /&gt;rang the bell, Little Johnny opened the door. The teacher said, "Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Johnny. I would like to talk to your mother or your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny said, "Sorry, but they ain't here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Johnny, what is it with your grammar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beats me," said Little Johnny, "but dad sure was mad that&lt;br /&gt;they had t'go bail her out again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A man is waiting in a hospital to get a vaccination, and he's very&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable with the idea of being stabbed with a long needle. After a&lt;br /&gt;while, the nurse calls him in to receive the injection. He nervously&lt;br /&gt;walks into the office and sits down where the nurse indicated, eyes&lt;br /&gt;bulging slightly at what seems to be an array of torture devices on the&lt;br /&gt;bench beside him. As the nurse prepares the needle, he tries to think of&lt;br /&gt;the most pleasurable things he can, to try and dull the pain he is&lt;br /&gt;expecting. The nurse turns to him with the filled needle, noticing his&lt;br /&gt;obvious nervously, tries to comfort him with the words, "Don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;it'll just be a small prick." The man jumps up, obviously upset. The&lt;br /&gt;nurse looks startled, but before she can say anything, the man yells&lt;br /&gt;out, "Just how many people has my wife been talking to?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dropped off my wife at the hair stylist and she was supposed to call&lt;br /&gt;me when she was ready to be picked up. She must have dialed a wrong&lt;br /&gt;number, she reported later.&lt;br /&gt;She called, and a man said "Hello," to which she cheerfully said,&lt;br /&gt;"Come and get me!"&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Are you SURE? This is Mitchell's Funeral Home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I called a wrong number recently, and realized my mistake when no one&lt;br /&gt;answered after several rings. That afternoon I received a call from a&lt;br /&gt;woman that went as follows: "I'm Mrs. Jones. Did you call me today?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't remember calling you. But I dialed a wrong number today&lt;br /&gt;and that might have been yours."&lt;br /&gt;"How could you dial my number by mistake? It's unlisted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When my older brother was very young, he always walked up to the church&lt;br /&gt;altar with my mother when she took communion.&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion, he tugged at her arm and asked, "What does the&lt;br /&gt;priest say when he gives you the bread?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom whispered something in his ear. Imagine his shock many years&lt;br /&gt;later when he learned that the priest doesn't say, "Be quiet until you&lt;br /&gt;get to your seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weird Fact of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Weatherman Willard Scott was the first Ronald McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/babyball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/babyball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A man walked into a supermarket with his zipper down. A lady&lt;br /&gt;cashier walked up to him and said, "Your barracks door is open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a phrase that men normally use, he went on his way looking a bit&lt;br /&gt;puzzled. When he was about done shopping, a man came up and said, "Your fly&lt;br /&gt;is open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He zipped up and finished his shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the checkout, he intentionally got in the line where the lady&lt;br /&gt;was that told him about his "barracks door." He was planning to have a&lt;br /&gt;little fun with her, so when he reached the counter he said, "When you saw&lt;br /&gt;my barracks door open, did you see a Marine standing in there at attention?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady (naturally smarter than the man) thought for a moment and said "No,&lt;br /&gt;no I didn't. All I saw was a disabled veteran sitting on a couple of old&lt;br /&gt;duffel bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two farmers, Joe and Bob, lived as neighbors, but didn't like each other&lt;br /&gt;much. In 1989, there was a period of -30 degree centigrade cold and Bob&lt;br /&gt;and Joe had nothing to do because of it. So they bet a bottle of vodka&lt;br /&gt;that can sit out on the window ledge the longest with a bare ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours Bob's wife came home and asked Bob, "What are you&lt;br /&gt;doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob explained and she said, "Come on, you will only freeze your ass&lt;br /&gt;off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob refused as he wanted to win the bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his wife got an idea. "Lets change places when Joe is looking the&lt;br /&gt;other way." Bob's wife put on the same kind of pullover and cap and&lt;br /&gt;traded places with Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later Joe's wife came home and asked him, "What are you&lt;br /&gt;doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe told her and said, "I am determined to win the bottle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are crazy. Come on in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly not, I am already on the winning side. Bob lost his balls&lt;br /&gt;half an hour ago!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The impotent bus driver goes to see his doctor. He wants some Viagra,&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't want his wife to know about it. The doc prescribes it&lt;br /&gt;for him, he heads to the pharmacist, who fills the prescription. Home&lt;br /&gt;is a good hour away so the bus driver quickly downs one of the little&lt;br /&gt;blue pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gets home, he doesn't even have to tell his wife with words.&lt;br /&gt;That twinkle in his eye speaks volumes. They tear off each other's&lt;br /&gt;clothes and are quickly in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He manages to "rise to the occasion" three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Three times!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He expects his wife to be delighted, but instead, she seems rather sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong, dear?" he asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think your job is taking over every aspect of your life and it's&lt;br /&gt;doing you in," she sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, even our sex life is like the bus service. Nothing for ages,&lt;br /&gt;and then -- three come all at once!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A group of children is playing outdoors: "I have&lt;br /&gt;a sister and each of us has her own room," one&lt;br /&gt;girl says. "I have two sisters and one brother,&lt;br /&gt;and each of us has a bike," a boy brags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there are eight children in my family,"&lt;br /&gt;another girl says, "and each one of us has his or&lt;br /&gt;her own father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/alien.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/alien.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;While I was driving through a seedy area of San&lt;br /&gt;Diego, I noticed a shop sandwiched between a&lt;br /&gt;strip bar and a liquor store. All of the windows&lt;br /&gt;were blacked out, and over the door was a sign&lt;br /&gt;that proudly declared: "Welcome to Kink-o's. We&lt;br /&gt;have NOTHING to do with office supplies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;During a museum tour the guide explains, "Here&lt;br /&gt;you can see the beautiful statue of Athena...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Madam," a visitor interjects. "Who is&lt;br /&gt;that man behind her? Is he her husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Athena wasn't married. She was the goddess of wisdom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A couple was watching a Discovery Channel special about an African bush&lt;br /&gt;tribe whose men all had penises 24 inches long. When a male reaches a&lt;br /&gt;certain age, a string is tied around his penis and on the other end is a&lt;br /&gt;weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the weight stretches the penis to 24 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening as the husband was getting out of the shower, his wife&lt;br /&gt;looked down at him and said, "How about we try the African string-and-weight&lt;br /&gt;procedure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband agreed and they tied a string and weight to his penis. A few&lt;br /&gt;days later, the wife asked the husband, "How is our little tribal experiment&lt;br /&gt;coming along?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it looks like we're about half way there," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, you mean it's grown to 12 inches?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's turned black."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A woman gave birth to twin boys, and she and her husband decided to&lt;br /&gt;name the two babies "Adolph" and "Rudolph." The husband and wife were happy&lt;br /&gt;but decided to try again to see if they could produce a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman gave birth to a second set of twins--once again, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What shall we name them?" asked the husband, to which his wife&lt;br /&gt;replied, "How about 'Get Off' and 'Stay Off'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/em24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/em24.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly&lt;br /&gt;widow and asked, "How old was your husband?" "98," she replied. "Two years&lt;br /&gt;older than me." "So you're 96," the undertaker commented. She responded,&lt;br /&gt;"Hardly worth going home, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman: "And what do you think is the&lt;br /&gt;best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked. She simply replied, "No peer pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sure gotten old! I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees Fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear&lt;br /&gt;anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if&lt;br /&gt;I'm 85 or 92. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffeemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, "For fast relief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because&lt;br /&gt;you stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Columbia Doctor's secretary called an old farmer out my way and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Your check came back."&lt;br /&gt;The old man replied, "So did my arthritis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wife chewed out her husband at the company picnic awhile back.&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't&lt;br /&gt;it embarrass you that people have seen you go up to the buffet table&lt;br /&gt;five&lt;br /&gt;times???"&lt;br /&gt;"Not a bit," the husband replied. "I just tell them I'm filling up the&lt;br /&gt;plate for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A man and his wife, now in their 60's, were celebrating their 40th&lt;br /&gt;wedding anniversary. On their special day, a good fairy came to them and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said that because they had been such a devoted couple, she would grant&lt;br /&gt;each&lt;br /&gt;of them a very special wish. The wife wished for a trip around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her husband. Whoosh! Immediately she had airline/cruise tickets in&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;hands. The man wished for a female companion thirty years younger....&lt;br /&gt;Whoosh....immediately he turned ninety!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that fairy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115506302614447955?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115506302614447955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115506302614447955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115506302614447955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115506302614447955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/again-with-wednesday.html' title='Again With Wednesday'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115506270441959950</id><published>2006-08-08T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:00:14.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Trash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/cart3_100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/cart3_100.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Miss Bill Clinton (no Really I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what party you belong to -- this is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a show on Canadian TV there was a black comedian&lt;br /&gt;who said he misses Bill Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, that's right - I miss Bill Clinton! He was the&lt;br /&gt;closest thing we ever got to having a black man as&lt;br /&gt;President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 - He played the sax.&lt;br /&gt;Number 2 - He smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;Number 3 - He had his way with ugly white women.&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Even now? Look at him ... his wife works, and he&lt;br /&gt;don't! And, he gets a check from the government every&lt;br /&gt;month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manufacturers announced today that they will be&lt;br /&gt;stocking America 's shelves this week with " Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Soup," in honor of one of the nations' most&lt;br /&gt;distinguished men. It consists primarily of a weenie&lt;br /&gt;in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysler Corporation is adding a new car to its line&lt;br /&gt;to honor Bill Clinton. The Dodge Drafter will be built&lt;br /&gt;in Canada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what he thought about foreign affairs,&lt;br /&gt;Clinton replied, "I don't know, I never had one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton revised the judicial oath: "I solemnly swear&lt;br /&gt;to tell the truth as I know it, the whole truth as I&lt;br /&gt;believe it to be, and nothing but what I think you&lt;br /&gt;need to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton will be recorded in history as the only&lt;br /&gt;President to do Hanky Panky between Bushes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---ya gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;(Now see why I miss him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/arguement.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/arguement.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid people should have to wear signs that just say, "I'm&lt;br /&gt;Stupid". That way you wouldn't rely on them, would you? You&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't ask them anything. It would be like, "Excuse&lt;br /&gt;me...oops, never mind. I didn't see your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like before my wife and I moved. Our house was full of&lt;br /&gt;boxes and there was a U-Haul truck in our driveway. My friend&lt;br /&gt;comes over and says "Hey, you moving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. We just pack our stuff up once or twice a week to see&lt;br /&gt;how many boxes it takes. Here's your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I went fishing with a buddy of mine, we&lt;br /&gt;pulled his boat into the dock, I lifted up this big 'ol&lt;br /&gt;stringer of bass and this idiot on the dock goes, "Hey, y'all&lt;br /&gt;catch all them fish?" "No - We talked 'em into giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Here's your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching one of those animal shows on the Discovery&lt;br /&gt;Channel. There was a guy inventing a shark bite suit. And&lt;br /&gt;there's only one way to test it. "Alright Jimmy, you got that&lt;br /&gt;shark suit on, it looks good... They want you to jump into this&lt;br /&gt;pool of sharks, and you tell us if it hurts when they bite&lt;br /&gt;you." "Well, all right, but hold my sign. I don't wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I had a flat tire, I pulled my truck into one of&lt;br /&gt;those side-of-the-road gas stations. The attendant walks out,&lt;br /&gt;looks at my truck, looks at me, and I SWEAR he said, "Tire go&lt;br /&gt;flat?" I couldn't resist. said, "Nope. I was driving around&lt;br /&gt;and those other three just swelled right up on me! Here's your&lt;br /&gt;sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to sell our car about a year ago. A guy came&lt;br /&gt;over to the house and drove the car around for about 45&lt;br /&gt;minutes. We get back to the house, he gets out of the car,&lt;br /&gt;reaches down and grabs the exhaust pipe, then says, "Darn&lt;br /&gt;that's hot!" See? If he'd been wearing his sign, I could have&lt;br /&gt;stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to drive an 18 wheeler in my days of adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't ya know I misjudged the height of a bridge. The truck got stuck and I couldn't get it out no matter how I tried. I radioed in for help and eventually a local cop shows up to take&lt;br /&gt;the report. He went through his basic questioning..ok..no&lt;br /&gt;problem. I thought sure he was clear of needing a sign...until&lt;br /&gt;he asked "So.. is your truck stuck?" I couldn't help myself! I&lt;br /&gt;looked at him, looked back at the rig and then back to him and&lt;br /&gt;said "no I'm delivering' a bridge...here's your sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It has been scientifically proven that if we drink one liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than one kilo of Escherichia Coli Bacteria found in water that contains feces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we are consuming one kilo of crap. However, we do not run that risk when drinking beer or other liquors because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my duty to communicate to all of you people who are drinking water, to stop doing so. It has been scientifically proven that it is unhealthy and bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE - It is better to drink beer and talk crap than to drink water and be full of it !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In 1875 a Danish couple converted to became Mormons and moved to Cache&lt;br /&gt;Valley Utah. They set up a farm in Rural Providence, Utah, and were&lt;br /&gt;self-sufficient for a couple of years. By the third year, the husband&lt;br /&gt;decided to take a second wife, as Mormons of the time did. His wife was&lt;br /&gt;not too keen on the idea, so he convinced a Swedish neighbor to help in&lt;br /&gt;a plan to convince her.&lt;br /&gt;"Let us go to the barn, and pray for guidance on this major&lt;br /&gt;decision," said the husband. "Whatever God tells us, that's what we'll&lt;br /&gt;do."&lt;br /&gt;They went to the barn, got on their knees, and old farmer Madsen&lt;br /&gt;started with the usual openings to Mormon prayers. After a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;of this, he posed the question: "Heavenly Father, should I take another&lt;br /&gt;wife?"&lt;br /&gt;Farmer Olson was in the rafters, as previously had been&lt;br /&gt;arranged, and in the most booming, deep voice he could muster, said&lt;br /&gt;"Brother Madsen, I command thee to take another wife."&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, farmer Madsen looked over to his wife, and saw&lt;br /&gt;that she was sobbing uncontrollably. He put his arm around her, and&lt;br /&gt;said, "There there, a second wife will be an addition to the family, but&lt;br /&gt;she will never be a replacement for you. I'll still love you just as&lt;br /&gt;much."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Madsen said "I have no problem with you taking a second&lt;br /&gt;wife, I've been resigned to that for a year now. But in my worst&lt;br /&gt;nightmare, I NEVER imagined that God was a Swede!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The summer band class was just getting under way when a large&lt;br /&gt;insect flew into the room. The sixth-graders, eager to play their shiny&lt;br /&gt;new instruments, tried to ignore the buzzing intruder, but eventually&lt;br /&gt;one student could stand it no more.&lt;br /&gt;He rolled up his music book and swatted the insect, then he&lt;br /&gt;stomped on it to ensure its fate. "Is it a bee?" another student asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope," he replied. "It's a bee flat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/1061.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/1061.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Police have nabbed two Japanese men for siphoning off electricity in&lt;br /&gt;heists worth less than 1 cent each.&lt;br /&gt;A 28-year-old man was caught red-handed by a patrolling police&lt;br /&gt;officer last month after unplugging a business's neon sign and using the&lt;br /&gt;electricity to recharge his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;The other culprit, a 22-year-old university student, was giving&lt;br /&gt;a street performance when he unplugged a vending machine in order to&lt;br /&gt;power his portable stereo. A police officer was alerted after local&lt;br /&gt;residents complained about the noise.&lt;br /&gt;Police said they could not let the incidents slide, even though&lt;br /&gt;the men are believed to have stolen $0.0094 worth of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;Both men confessed and have gotten off with reprimands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A German has been jailed for declaring his parents dead 40 times&lt;br /&gt;in order to get charity hand-outs. The 31-year-old prevailed upon&lt;br /&gt;churches and individuals to part with (about $7,300) in total to ease&lt;br /&gt;the pain of his mother's or father's "passing," a court spokesman told&lt;br /&gt;reporters.&lt;br /&gt;He was sentenced to three years in jail for 40 successful acts&lt;br /&gt;of fraud. The litany of faked deaths came to an end when a woman he&lt;br /&gt;approached for a hand-out was his parents' attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;At Sea World, our grandson absolutely refused to see the show&lt;br /&gt;featuring Shamu the killer whale, but he wouldn't tell us why. No&lt;br /&gt;amount of discussion could get him to change his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Later, when we got home, we discovered the reason for his&lt;br /&gt;reluctance. An aunt had told him how exciting the show would be because&lt;br /&gt;"...they choose children from the audience to feed Shamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now a word from our legal department:.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a test. It is only a test. If this were not a test, it would not&lt;br /&gt;be called test. Therefore, it is still a test and only a test. This test&lt;br /&gt;is not to be confused with an emergency test. For that is an old test.&lt;br /&gt;Those who created this test need no embellishment for they have already&lt;br /&gt;passed this test and you need to pass this test as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you received this test with prior notification that you were about to&lt;br /&gt;receive this test, then it would be safe to say that you too are part of&lt;br /&gt;this test. However, if you were not part of this test and received it,&lt;br /&gt;then you could pass this test to the person or persons who should have&lt;br /&gt;received this test on their behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to take this test, then you are most welcome to take this&lt;br /&gt;test as long as you too pass this test. The pathway to the success of&lt;br /&gt;this test leads the way to two kinds of constraints, those that pass the&lt;br /&gt;test and those that do not pass the test. However, if you fail this test&lt;br /&gt;it will go on record that you to have not succeeded in passing this&lt;br /&gt;test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note, that anyone not authorized to take this test, will be in&lt;br /&gt;violation of test requirements and therefore their participation in this&lt;br /&gt;test will be known as an invalid test. It is in the judgment of the test&lt;br /&gt;committee, that, test management immediately disqualifies all invalid&lt;br /&gt;tests. Empowered with this new understanding we could create more&lt;br /&gt;assertive tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have any questions about this test they should&lt;br /&gt;write them down and send them to the test committee whereby they will&lt;br /&gt;have a meeting to discuss the further possibilities of having still&lt;br /&gt;another test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Thank you for taking part in this test. This concludes&lt;br /&gt;this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Test Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A warning is hereby given to those who have been granted permission&lt;br /&gt;to take this test, they should never seek council after taking this&lt;br /&gt;test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This older musician only had&lt;br /&gt;moderate success in his field,&lt;br /&gt;but he was a wonderful music teacher.&lt;br /&gt;One day he had an inspiration and&lt;br /&gt;decided he could teach white mice to&lt;br /&gt;play classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He assembled 16 mice and hand&lt;br /&gt;fashioned various instruments for&lt;br /&gt;each mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked hard teaching the mice&lt;br /&gt;to play the 1812 Overture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three years he was ready to&lt;br /&gt;expose his symphony orchestra to&lt;br /&gt;the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was granted an appointment with&lt;br /&gt;a famous talent agency, and appeared&lt;br /&gt;at their conference room of the&lt;br /&gt;Madison Avenue agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mice assembled, picked up their&lt;br /&gt;little instruments, and&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to play the best&lt;br /&gt;1812 Overture ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor mouse took three bows,&lt;br /&gt;as did the 1st violinist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, seeing his life's greatest achievement,&lt;br /&gt;turned to the head of the talent agency,&lt;br /&gt;and asked, "So, what do you think&lt;br /&gt;of my orchestra, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agency boss said, "They are the greatest&lt;br /&gt;act I've ever seen. You are to be congratulated,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't book them, and that's final."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, with his heart broken asked,&lt;br /&gt;"But.. but, WHY can't you book them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agency boss said in a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;"Because the drummer looks Jewish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/1317.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/1317.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;With all the new technology regarding fertility, a 65 year old woman&lt;br /&gt;gave birth to a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, her relatives&lt;br /&gt;came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May we see the new baby?" one asked. "Not yet" said the 65 year old&lt;br /&gt;mother, "but soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes passed, and another relative asked, "May we see the new&lt;br /&gt;baby now?" "Not yet" said the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another few minutes had elapsed, they again asked, "May we see the&lt;br /&gt;baby now?" "No", replied the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing very impatient, they asked, "Well, when CAN we see the baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN IT CRIES", she told them. "WHEN IT CRIES??", they demanded. "Why&lt;br /&gt;do we have to wait until it CRIES??."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE, I forgot where I put it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Caught on the Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new army recruit was given guard duty at 2 a.m. He did his best for&lt;br /&gt;a while, but at about 4 a.m. he went to sleep. He awakened to find the&lt;br /&gt;officer of the day standing before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the heavy penalty for being asleep on guard duty, this smart&lt;br /&gt;young man kept his head bowed for another moment and looked upward and&lt;br /&gt;reverently said, "A-a-a-men!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My friend wanted a boat more than anything. His wife kept refusing, but&lt;br /&gt;he bought one anyway. "I'll tell you what," he told her. "In the spirit&lt;br /&gt;of compromise, why don't you name the boat?" Being a good sport, she&lt;br /&gt;accepted. When her husband went to the dock for his maiden voyage, this&lt;br /&gt;is the name he saw painted on the side: "For Sale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115506270441959950?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115506270441959950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115506270441959950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115506270441959950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115506270441959950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/white-trash-wednesday_08.html' title='White Trash Wednesday'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115497745880594180</id><published>2006-08-08T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:33:29.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/bs_br_1_fam.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/bs_br_1_fam.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made the decision to attempt to post the Blue Star Blog Roll and Icons. The reason for this is simple Conserative Girl's husband, my son-in-law is USAF. Although he is not in Iraq. I believe his job is just as important as anyone's. He is an AWAC mechanic. He is on duty at wierd times. Goes to strange places for extended periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also keeps my high maintence drama queen daughter Conserative Girl in check. For that alone he needs a medal of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plans on remaining in the USAF as a lifer unless God forbid Hillary is elected. At which time he intends to leave the service. This is a seniment I have heard from all the young folks that are in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have strayed from this post. My son-in-law came into our lives 21 years ago as a small child. He is the son of my best friend and used to be partner when I was a cop. His mother past on after battling breast cancer. I was in and out of his life for years. Ya might say on the side lines and just being there.&lt;br /&gt;At seven years old Conserative girl and G.I. Man swore they would marry someday. When they were teenagers they hated each other. At about 20 Conserative Girl called said Mom I had a dream I need G.I.'s address. I gotta talk to him. The rest as they say is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of G.I. as my son. I am proud to call him Son. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/DSC01560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/320/DSC01560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115497745880594180?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115497745880594180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115497745880594180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115497745880594180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115497745880594180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/blue-and-white.html' title='Blue and White'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115504539941603172</id><published>2006-08-08T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:56:39.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/morning-bird-(1)_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/320/morning-bird-%281%29_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Divorce Letter:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Connie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our&lt;br /&gt;"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I&lt;br /&gt;swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little&lt;br /&gt;boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make&lt;br /&gt;contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a&lt;br /&gt;lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care&lt;br /&gt;about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as&lt;br /&gt;long as one of us does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this&lt;br /&gt;is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you.&lt;br /&gt;They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and&lt;br /&gt;brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to&lt;br /&gt;illustrate the depth of my desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only&lt;br /&gt;youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean,&lt;br /&gt;just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that&lt;br /&gt;just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the&lt;br /&gt;couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've&lt;br /&gt;made important in our lives. It's all so superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in&lt;br /&gt;this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a&lt;br /&gt;better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately&lt;br /&gt;attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that&lt;br /&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd&lt;br /&gt;tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself&lt;br /&gt;thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her&lt;br /&gt;flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.&lt;br /&gt;Some nagging feeling of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the&lt;br /&gt;same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy&lt;br /&gt;without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge&lt;br /&gt;last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She&lt;br /&gt;said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't&lt;br /&gt;know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're&lt;br /&gt;banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the&lt;br /&gt;sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when&lt;br /&gt;she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids&lt;br /&gt;can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your&lt;br /&gt;grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle&lt;br /&gt;it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it&lt;br /&gt;makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever&lt;br /&gt;put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14&lt;br /&gt;years, and we never used it as a sex toy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I&lt;br /&gt;mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on&lt;br /&gt;her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful&lt;br /&gt;time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in&lt;br /&gt;general.She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really&lt;br /&gt;is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about&lt;br /&gt;happier times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is&lt;br /&gt;think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just&lt;br /&gt;about makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that&lt;br /&gt;gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it&lt;br /&gt;and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do&lt;br /&gt;you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In&lt;br /&gt;your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just&lt;br /&gt;wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can&lt;br /&gt;you let me know where the Damn remote is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/hello%20son.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/320/hello%20son.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A girl ( blonde ) had devised a device to cause any car that passed in&lt;br /&gt;front of her house to suddenly break down but couldn't find any&lt;br /&gt;practical way to profit from it. So, thinking clearly, she set up the&lt;br /&gt;device, and as the cars passed the house and broke down, she'd offer the&lt;br /&gt;man in the car a place to stay for the night. Then as soon as the man&lt;br /&gt;was asleep, he'd be jarred awake by her with his penis in her mouth, and&lt;br /&gt;she'd hold a sign up saying "$50 or I'll bite hard!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course usually the guy would pay and she'd let him go. Well one day&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo broke down, and had to stay the night. Sure enough, he felt&lt;br /&gt;something between his legs at night, and there she is with him in her&lt;br /&gt;mouth and holding the sign "$50 or I'll bite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo just smiled and said "$100 or I'll piss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A little boy walks into his parents room to see his mom on top of his&lt;br /&gt;dad bouncing up and down. The mom see's her son and quickly dismounts,&lt;br /&gt;worried about what her son has seen. She dress's quickly and goes to&lt;br /&gt;find him. The son see's his mom and asks' "What were you and dad doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother replies "Well you know your dad has a big tummy and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I have to get on top of it to help flatten it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're wasting your time." says the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" asked him mom, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well when you go shopping the lady next door comes over and gets on her&lt;br /&gt;knees and blows it right back up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;One evening a man drove his secretary home after she had worked late at the&lt;br /&gt;office and wasn't feeling well enough to drive herself. Although this was an&lt;br /&gt;innocent gesture, he decided not to mention it to his wife, who tended to&lt;br /&gt;get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night the man and his wife were driving to a restaurant. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;he looked down and spotted a high-heeled shoe half hidden under the&lt;br /&gt;passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be conspicuous, he waited until his wife was looking out her&lt;br /&gt;window before he scooped up the shoe and tossed it out of the car. With a&lt;br /&gt;sigh of relief, he pulled into the restaurant parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;That's when he noticed his wife squirming around in her seat. "Honey," she&lt;br /&gt;asked, "have you seen my other shoe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;A baby octopus is about the size of a flea when it is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nice threads, man," commented Donald when his buddy showed up one day in a snappy new suit. "Where'd you pick 'em up?" Richard beamed. "My old lady got them for me. Pretty sharp, huh?" "I'll say. What was the occasion?" "Got me," admitted Richard with a cheerful shrug. "I came home from work early the other day and there they were, hanging over the chair in the bedroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/761.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/320/761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A woman had gained a few pounds. It was most noticeable to her when she squeezed into a pair of her old blue jeans. Wondering if the added weight was noticeable to everyone else, she asked her husband, "Honey, do these jeans make me look like the side of the house?" "No, dear, not at all," he replied. "Our house isn't blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl. The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, "If each of you will give me $1.00, I will show you my legs." The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their wallet. And then the girl pulls us her dress a bit to show her legs. Then she says, "If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I'll show you my thighs," and men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats. Then the young girl says, "If you will give me $100, I will show you where I was operated on for appendicitis." All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and points outside at a building they're passing. "See there in the distance. That's the hospital where I had it done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A n t i b o y o t i c s&lt;br /&gt;When administered to teenage girls, is highly effective in improving grades, freeing up phone lines, and reducing money spent on make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This American golf fanatic always dreamed of playing at St.&lt;br /&gt;Andrews, and finally got the chance. Going with his wife, they&lt;br /&gt;teed off andhe proceeded to play the best game of his life.&lt;br /&gt;After 9 holes, he was 5 strokes under par,and was on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;On the back nine, he started playing even better, even getting&lt;br /&gt;an Eagle on the 16th hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited that he ended up slicing the shot on the 17th&lt;br /&gt;tee, and as he walked up to it, saw that his ball was behind a&lt;br /&gt;small shack for the groundskeepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he started to worry that his score would go up, but his caddy&lt;br /&gt;came up to him and said "Sir, this may sound like a tough shot,&lt;br /&gt;but if you put it through that window, the ball should go through&lt;br /&gt;the window on the other side, and if you're lucky, the ball will&lt;br /&gt;roll onto the green. The way you've played today, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy takes a look and sees that it's a tough shot, but&lt;br /&gt;possible, so he tries it. But his shot just misses the window, hit&lt;br /&gt;the window frame, and struck his wife right in the head, killing her&lt;br /&gt;instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years go by and the man can't forget that horrible day. People he&lt;br /&gt;tells the story to all sympathize with him, but he just has no will&lt;br /&gt;to live. But then he realizes what he must do - Face his nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He travels back to Scotland and plays another round at St. Andrews,&lt;br /&gt;and miraculously, he is playing another stellar game. He starts to&lt;br /&gt;feel better about himself as the round goes on, but when he&lt;br /&gt;approaches the 17th hole, he gets so nervous that he slices his&lt;br /&gt;shot to the same damned spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As at his ball lying there behind the shack, his caddy says "Sir,&lt;br /&gt;the way you've been playing, why not try a trick shot. Some of the&lt;br /&gt;other caddies say if you can get it through that window, it will&lt;br /&gt;follow through the one opposite it and roll onto the green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says "Are you out of your fuckin' mind? The last time I&lt;br /&gt;tried that I double-bogied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/320/312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your joke about Bubba in Paris reminds me of an&lt;br /&gt;amusing incident when I crossed the channel to Le Havre&lt;br /&gt;a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sat at a table in one of those pavement cafes&lt;br /&gt;when a rather attractive French Filly came and sat&lt;br /&gt;opposite me. She said something I couldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;so I asked her if she spoke English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A leetle...", she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much...", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two hundred francs, Monsieur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On their wedding night, the young bride&lt;br /&gt;approached her new husband and asked for&lt;br /&gt;$20.00 for their first lovemaking encounter.&lt;br /&gt;In his highly aroused state, her husband&lt;br /&gt;readily agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scenario was repeated each time they&lt;br /&gt;made love, for more than 30 years, with him&lt;br /&gt;thinking that it was a cute way for her to afford&lt;br /&gt;new clothes and other incidentals that she&lt;br /&gt;needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving home around noon one day, she was&lt;br /&gt;surprised to find her husband in a very drunken&lt;br /&gt;state. During the next few minutes, he explained&lt;br /&gt;that his employer was going through a process&lt;br /&gt;of corporate downsizing, and he had been let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unlikely that, at the age of 59, he'd be able&lt;br /&gt;to find another position that paid anywhere near&lt;br /&gt;what he'd been earning, and therefore, they were&lt;br /&gt;financially ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmly, his wife handed him a bankbook which&lt;br /&gt;showed more than thirty years of steady deposits&lt;br /&gt;and interest totaling nearly $1 million.Then she&lt;br /&gt;showed him certificates of deposits issued by&lt;br /&gt;the bank which were worth over $2 million, and&lt;br /&gt;informed him that they were one of the largest&lt;br /&gt;depositors in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained that for the more than three&lt;br /&gt;decades she had "charged" him for sex, these&lt;br /&gt;holdings had multiplied and these were the&lt;br /&gt;results of her savings and investments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faced with evidence of cash and investments&lt;br /&gt;worth over $3 million, her husband was so&lt;br /&gt;astounded he could barely speak, but finally&lt;br /&gt;he found his voice and blurted out, "If I'd had&lt;br /&gt;any idea what you were doing, I would have&lt;br /&gt;given you all my business!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;My ten-year-old son informed us that part of his tooth had come out.&lt;br /&gt;We checked and, sure enough, a piece had broken off. Trying to&lt;br /&gt;lighten the moment, I asked my husband, "What do you suppose the&lt;br /&gt;tooth fairy gives for half a tooth?" "Nothing," he replied, "She&lt;br /&gt;wants the tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but the tooth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/320/417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115504539941603172?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115504539941603172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115504539941603172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115504539941603172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115504539941603172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-laugh.html' title='Have a laugh'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115499501308542449</id><published>2006-08-08T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:19:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Morning Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/win2001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/win2001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;During the recent blackout in New York City, my sister's phone at the ferry&lt;br /&gt;company rang nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;Many callers asked if the service was still running.&lt;br /&gt;"How?" asked one. "There's a power failure in New York."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry," my sister replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Our ferry's plugged into the New Jersey side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In order to make it possible for everyone to attend church next week, we are&lt;br /&gt;planning a&lt;br /&gt;Special no-excuse Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cots will be placed in the Chapel for those who say, "Sunday is my only&lt;br /&gt;day for&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eye drops will be available for those whose eyes are tired from watching&lt;br /&gt;TV too late on&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We will have steel helmets for those who believe the roof will cave in if&lt;br /&gt;they show up&lt;br /&gt;At church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blankets will be furnished for those who complain that the church is too&lt;br /&gt;cold. Fans&lt;br /&gt;Will be on hand for those who say the church is too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We will have hearing aids for those members who say, "the speakers don't&lt;br /&gt;talk loud&lt;br /&gt;Enough." There will be cotton for those who say, "the speakers talk too&lt;br /&gt;loud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Score cards will be available for those who wish to count the hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We guarantee that some relatives will be present for those who like to go&lt;br /&gt;visiting on&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There will be TV dinners available for those who claim they can't go to&lt;br /&gt;church and cook&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One section of the church will have some trees and grass for those who&lt;br /&gt;see God in&lt;br /&gt;Nature, especially on the golf course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The chapel will be decorated with both Christmas poinsettias and Easter&lt;br /&gt;lilies to&lt;br /&gt;Create a familiar environment for those who have never seen the church&lt;br /&gt;without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Throughout the pitch-black night, the captain sees a light dead ahead on a&lt;br /&gt;Collision course with his ship. He sends a signal: "Change your course ten&lt;br /&gt;Degrees east."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light signals back: "Change yours, ten degrees west."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry, the captain sends: "I'm a Navy captain! Change your course sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a seaman, second class," comes the reply. "Change your course sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the captain is furious. "I'm a battleship! I'm not changing course!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one last reply. "I'm a lighthouse. Your call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/freepups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/freepups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;At ROTC (Reserve Officers' Training&lt;br /&gt;Corps) summer camp at an Air Force Base in Florida, we were nervous about&lt;br /&gt;our approaching survival training, for we would be pitching our tents in a&lt;br /&gt;snake-infested swamp.Our instructor, advising us on the treatment of snake&lt;br /&gt;bites, explained that the venom of rattlesnakes, copperheads and water&lt;br /&gt;moccasins affected the circulatory system. Their bites were to be treated&lt;br /&gt;with tourniquets, incisions and suction. The poison of the coral snake, on&lt;br /&gt;the other hand, affected the nervous system. At this point he closed his&lt;br /&gt;manual."Sir," asked a cadet, "what do we do if a coral snake bites one of&lt;br /&gt;us?""Turn to page A1-7 in your manuals."There was a flurry of activity as we&lt;br /&gt;flipped through the guides. When we looked up, our smiles were sickly. Page&lt;br /&gt;A1-7 consisted entirely of interdenominational&lt;br /&gt;prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;In a study that was done by the University of Chicago in 1907, it was concluded that the easiest color to spot is yellow. This is why John Hertz, who is the founder of the Yellow Cab Company picked cabs to be yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A 75 year old lady says to her husband, "You know what, I think&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to the doctor and get a checkup."&lt;br /&gt;Her husband says, "Sure, thats a good idea dear."&lt;br /&gt;So she makes an appointment to see Dr. Levine, a gynecologist,&lt;br /&gt;and explains that she has not had a checkup in 25 years.&lt;br /&gt;Dr Levine tells her to get undressed and put on a gown so he can&lt;br /&gt;check everything out.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor puts his hand under her gown, lifts her right breast&lt;br /&gt;and tells her to say, "99"&lt;br /&gt;She says "99"&lt;br /&gt;"I see nothing wrong there," says the Doctor. He then puts his&lt;br /&gt;hand under her gown, lifts her left breast and repeats, "Say 99"&lt;br /&gt;She says "99"&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Levine says everything seems ok with this one also.&lt;br /&gt;"We might as well check your other vitals, lay down on the table&lt;br /&gt;and put your feet in the stirrups."&lt;br /&gt;He puts on the rubber glove and some KY on the glove and is&lt;br /&gt;checking her private parts for any signs of lumps, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Once more he tells her, "Say 99"&lt;br /&gt;She says, "one, two, three.........."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's a sunny morning in the Big Forest, and the Bear family is just&lt;br /&gt;waking up.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he&lt;br /&gt;looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my&lt;br /&gt;porridge?!!" he squeaks&lt;br /&gt;Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks&lt;br /&gt;into his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my&lt;br /&gt;porridge?" he roared.&lt;br /&gt;Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and&lt;br /&gt;yells. "For Pete's sake, how many times do we have to go through this?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was Momma Bear, who got up first."&lt;br /&gt;"It was Momma Bear, who woke up everyone in the house."&lt;br /&gt;"It was Momma Bear, who made the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;"It was Momma Bear, who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put&lt;br /&gt;everything away."&lt;br /&gt;"It was Momma Bear, who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch&lt;br /&gt;the newspaper."&lt;br /&gt;"It was Momma Bear, who set the table. " "It was Momma Bear, who put&lt;br /&gt;the cat out, cleaned the litter box and filled the cat's water and food&lt;br /&gt;dishes."&lt;br /&gt;"And now that you've decided to drag your asses downstairs and grace&lt;br /&gt;Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence ...&lt;br /&gt;Listen good, 'cause I'm only going to say this one more time ..."&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't made the fucking porridge yet!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A kiss is a upper preparation for a lower invasion that will lead to&lt;br /&gt;further penetration with fast acceleration that will build the next&lt;br /&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Camera%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Camera%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ADVICE FOR GOLFERS&lt;br /&gt;1. Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.&lt;br /&gt;2. Form a loose grip.&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep your head down.&lt;br /&gt;4. Avoid a quick back swing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stay out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;6. Try not to hit anyone.&lt;br /&gt;7. If you are taking too long, please let others go&lt;br /&gt;ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't stand directly in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;9. Quiet please!... while others are preparing to go.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't take extra strokes.&lt;br /&gt;Very good. Flush the urinal, go outside and tee off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A fellow is standing in a bar and another guy walks up to him and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Joe Smith?"&lt;br /&gt;The fellow says, "Yes, I'm Joe Smith."&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Were you in Chicago in early June?"&lt;br /&gt;The fellow takes out a little notebook and rifles through the pages, and says, "Yeah, I was in Chicago in early June."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you stay at the Hyatt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy looks through his notebook again and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I stayed at the Hyatt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were you in room 1368?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow checks his notebook and says, "Yes, I was in room 1368."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "Did you know a Mrs. Wentworth who stayed in room 1369?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy looks in his book again and says, "Yes, I knew Mrs. Wentworth who stayed in 1369."&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "Tell me, did you have an affair with Mrs. Wentworth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow scans his notebook and says, "Yes, I had an affair with Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "Well, I'm Mr. Wentworth and I don't like it!"&lt;br /&gt;Again the fellow looks in his notebook and says, "You know, you're&lt;br /&gt;right. I didn't like it either."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;African Baobab tree's circumference can reach 180 feet. If the trunk is hollow, 20 people would be able to fit inside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/aliens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/aliens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I have sinned a great sin. I called my boyfriend a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: Well now, that's not a nice thing to call anyone, so what did&lt;br /&gt;he do to deserve that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Well, he kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: ...Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: But, he put his hand in my bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: But, he took my clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: ...Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: But, he had sex with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: ...Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: But... he told me he has AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIATRIST: What a BASTARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;A young wife, who was becoming frustrated with her young husbands constant&lt;br /&gt;demands for sex, decides to make a schedule for him, to cut down on the&lt;br /&gt;amount of times that they will have to make love for the rest of their&lt;br /&gt;marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting ready for work, she writes on a piece of paper, "Honey, you&lt;br /&gt;know I love you, but your never ending requests for sex are leaving me&lt;br /&gt;drained and really tired. So I propose that we only have sex on days that&lt;br /&gt;start with the letter 'T', to minimise the frequency of our lovemaking&lt;br /&gt;sessions. Don't be mad at me honey, just understand where I am coming from,&lt;br /&gt;and let me know if my request is too demanding of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her way out the door, she uses a refrigerator magnet and sticks the note&lt;br /&gt;to the fridge door, hoping that her sex craved husband will be understanding&lt;br /&gt;and accepting of her proposal when he reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, she glances at the refrigerator and notices that her&lt;br /&gt;note has been replaced with a note from her husband that reads, "Baby, I&lt;br /&gt;didn't' realise that I was putting you under so much pressure and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept your proposal and have even taken the extra step of listing at the&lt;br /&gt;bottom of this letter, those days starting with the letter 'T' to make sure&lt;br /&gt;that we are on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you too, and remember it's still TODAY, I am waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;upstairs."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115499501308542449?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115499501308542449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115499501308542449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115499501308542449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115499501308542449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-morning-edition.html' title='Tuesday Morning Edition'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115428565005656641</id><published>2006-08-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:26:53.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/wp049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/wp049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have a challenge/suggestion to all the bloggers out there.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago on CNN and HNN they were talking , actually bemoaning the bloggers and how we have 39% of the population in this nation listening, writing and reading blogs. We are starting to change politics. And Oh My the Media. The Media is beginning to fear us. Whoo Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;If this is true then there is another way to get the attention of the beltway and support our Military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my idea. A new type of meme if you will. We all say prayers for our Troops and Military. Our President. We have our likes and dislikes of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick something with substance on your mind blog about it. Your point of view on the state of the world, politics why you support or not the troops. then send it to your reps with your blog address.&lt;br /&gt;Send it to the President Send it to everyone, Fox News, ABC, CBS,CNN, NBC. Anyone that will listen. It only takes a few minutes of your time. An example of this is the previous post I wrote I add a different Header found the addies for my reps the President Vice-President and sent it. It took me about 30 minutes to do this. It made me feel better. I included my blog address with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115428565005656641?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115428565005656641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115428565005656641&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115428565005656641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115428565005656641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/challenge.html' title='A Challenge'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115499448946012500</id><published>2006-08-07T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T17:02:57.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the lighter Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/786.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Retired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked years for someone else&lt;br /&gt;So that I could retire.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;And sitting by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of long vacations,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying stage and song.&lt;br /&gt;But, let me set you straight on that concept,&lt;br /&gt;It is simply wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did junk my safety glasses&lt;br /&gt;And the work boots that cramped my toes.&lt;br /&gt;But, the rest of it had a mind of it's own&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been thinking of retirement&lt;br /&gt;And had plans of her own.&lt;br /&gt;She had spent much time with the kids&lt;br /&gt;But, now they are grown and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sold our cattle and horses&lt;br /&gt;So we wouldn't have that chore.&lt;br /&gt;I poured concrete over my alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;But, I still wake up at four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my eyes checked on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie gets hers checked the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I go for a colon check on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;And pass my wife going the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dental appointment on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Ann goes for a test on her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Friday we go get prescriptions filled&lt;br /&gt;And browse a while at Wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays we just stay home&lt;br /&gt;And try to get the paper work right.&lt;br /&gt;We can't take any overnight trips&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we can't see to drive at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restroom confusion keeps us out of church on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;And we really do hate that.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with the restrooms,&lt;br /&gt;We just can't remember where they're at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to plan next week,&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure we can drive.&lt;br /&gt;And not forget where the hospitals and clinics are.&lt;br /&gt;We'll need them to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't build your castles too high, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;While strolling through the clover.&lt;br /&gt;This is a typical week in retirement&lt;br /&gt;And on Monday we start all over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/img3c9cc96d1adc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/img3c9cc96d1adc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visitor from Buffalo was strolling along the&lt;br /&gt;California surf one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his walk he came upon a fellow, fishing pole&lt;br /&gt;clutched in his hands, sound asleep against the&lt;br /&gt;side of a huge coastal rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the pole began to jerk violently.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, there!" cried the visitor as he roused the&lt;br /&gt;fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look out there! You have a bite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I do," yawned the drowsy one glancing out at the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't mind, will you pull in the line for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visitor, somewhat surprised, did as he was requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, mister," continued the fisherman, "put some fresh&lt;br /&gt;bait on the hook and cast the line out for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the visitor complied. After doing so he turned to&lt;br /&gt;the lazy angler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know," he declared, "anyone as lazy as you ought&lt;br /&gt;to get married and have a son to do these things for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good idea," beamed the fisherman. "Know where&lt;br /&gt;I could find a pregnant woman?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Rabbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi who's been leading a congregation for many years is upset by the&lt;br /&gt;fact that he's never been able to eat pork. So he devises a plan&lt;br /&gt;whereby he flies to a remote tropical island and checks into a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately gets himself a table at the finest restaurant and orders&lt;br /&gt;the most expensive pork dish on the menu. As he's eagerly waiting for&lt;br /&gt;it to be served, he hears his name called from across the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks up to see 10 of his loyal congregants approaching.&lt;br /&gt;His luck, they'd chosen the same time to visit the same remote location!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at that moment, the waiter comes out with a huge silver tray&lt;br /&gt;carrying a whole roasted pig with an apple in its mouth. The Rabbi looks&lt;br /&gt;up sheepishly at his congregants and says, "Wow - you order an apple in&lt;br /&gt;this place and look how it's served!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/5001704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/5001704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at home the other night in the middle of my dinner when the phone&lt;br /&gt;rang. This is kinda long and quite funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: Hello, this is AT&amp;amp;T ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Is this AT&amp;T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes, this is AT&amp;T ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: This is AT&amp;amp;T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: Yes, this is AT&amp;amp;T ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Is this AT&amp;T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes! This is AT&amp;T, may I speak to Mr. Davis, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: May I ask who is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: This is AT&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ok, hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I put the phone down for a solid 5 minutes thinking that,&lt;br /&gt;surely, this person would have hung up the phone. I ate my salad. Much&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, when I picked up the receiver, they were still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Is this Mr. Davis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: May I ask who is calling, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: Yes, this is AT&amp;amp;T ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: This is AT&amp;T.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes, this is AT&amp;T .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: The phone company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I thought you said this was AT&amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes, sir, we are a phone company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I already have a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: We aren't selling phones today, Mr. Davis. We would like to&lt;br /&gt;offer you 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a&lt;br /&gt;year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Now, that's 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: (getting a little excited at this point by my interest) Yes, sir,&lt;br /&gt;that's right! 24 hours a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: 7 days a week.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: 365 days a year.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I am definitely interested in that! Wow!!! That's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: We think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: That's quite a sum of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes, sir, it's amazing how it adds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ok, so will you send me checks weekly, monthly or just one big one&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the year for the full $52,560; and if you send an annual&lt;br /&gt;check, can I get a cash advance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: You know, the 10 cents a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: What are you talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: You said you'd give me 10 cents a minute, 24 hours a day,&lt;br /&gt;7 days a week, 365 days a year. That comes to $144 per day, $1008 per&lt;br /&gt;week and $52,560 per year. I'm just interested in knowing how you will&lt;br /&gt;be making payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: Oh, no, sir. I didn't mean we'd be paying you. You pay us 10&lt;br /&gt;cents a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Wait a minute, how do you figure that by saying that you'll give me&lt;br /&gt;10 cents a minute, that I'll give YOU 10 cents a minute? Is this some&lt;br /&gt;kind of subliminal telemarketing scheme? I've read about things like&lt;br /&gt;this in the Enquirer, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: No, sir, we are offering 10 cents a minute for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: THERE YOU GO AGAIN! Can I speak to a supervisor please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: Sir, I don't think that is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I insist on speaking to a supervisor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Yes, Mr. Davis. Please hold.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I begin trying to finish my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERVISOR: Mr. Davis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Yeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERVISOR: I understand you are not quite understanding our 10 cents a&lt;br /&gt;minute program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Id thish Ath Teeth &amp;Teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERVISOR: Yes, sir, it sure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (I had to swallow before I choked on my food. It was all I could do&lt;br /&gt;to suppress my laughter and I had to be careful not to produce a snort).&lt;br /&gt;No, actually, I was just waiting for someone to get back to me so that I&lt;br /&gt;could sign up for the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERVISOR: Ok, no problem, I'll transfer you back to the person who was&lt;br /&gt;helping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on hold once again and managed a few more mouthfuls. I need to&lt;br /&gt;end this conversation. Suddenly, there was an aggravated but polite&lt;br /&gt;voice at the other end of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T: Hello, Mr. Davis, I understand that you are interested in signing&lt;br /&gt;up for our plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: No, but I was wondering - do you have that "Friends and Family"&lt;br /&gt;thing, because I'm an only child and I'd really like to have a little&lt;br /&gt;brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;T: click........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Mirosoft%201978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Mirosoft%201978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115499448946012500?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115499448946012500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115499448946012500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115499448946012500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115499448946012500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-lighter-side.html' title='On the lighter Side'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115478984249477182</id><published>2006-08-07T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:12:19.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3% of the GNP is spent on Defense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/wp019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/wp019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/haveYouRead2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/wp026.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel another&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Manic Moment coming on Yes Indeedy I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just visiting Gayle's blog and she had some info from old soldier's blog linked &lt;a href="http://anoldsoldier.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-support-our-retired-veterans.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OldSoldier'sBlog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Talk about boiling my buns this mess will boil ya buns. In our nation we have a voice and it seems that the left side of this country would rather save a damn snail or micro-organism than bother with the men and women that gave them that right to debate and vote on it. &lt;a href="http://myrepublicanblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-plan-on-telling-robert-f-kennedy-jr.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gayle's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post as an example.&lt;br /&gt;Every day when the congress and senate are in session they are pissing off billions of dollars and for what? For power, real or imagined.&lt;br /&gt;Every department with in the Government has their hands in the cookie jar. Everyone wants more than their fair share. I don't recall anyone asking me if I wanted to block drilling in the Artic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one has called me and asked if &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to rebuild the middle East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I can't find anyone that wants to piss off money there. An Example of the answers I have gotten when asked. Mr. X stated its time to evac Israel and turn sand to glass end of problem. Okay Mr. X maybe extreme so I questioned others men and women. The answers varied from killing all of them and let God sort them out to. Its time to take a stand and quit holding our military back. Diplomacy don't work with wild animmals and thats what those people are. They live in caves and have no respect for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a link to C-Span where you could actually watch one of the hearings. Its a cryin' damn shame when the Generals in charge of protecting this nation have to beg for the scraps lefted over by the state department and the rest of the useless enities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Pace I believe it was. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(if ya wanta fact check me watch the video &lt;a href="http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/c-span.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FACTCHECKHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pointed out that under Ike and JFK we spent 10% of the GNP on defense now we spend 3%. Wake up people and think of this simple math. 40+ years ago we were fighting a cold war. I don't recall during the cold war cryin' over the commies. WE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WANTED TO BE FREE, LIVE AND SURVIVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Rumsfield tried to explain what is needed and that they had presented cost savings and have been ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now lets see its my responsibility to feel sorry for N.O. The fact the idiots running that city and state couldn't pour piss out of a boot,.&lt;br /&gt;Can't anyone do simple math in this nation any more. How many tax doillars were wasted there. Not to mention private dollars What did they do voted for more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's my responsibility to tell Israel not to bomb the terrorist &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that are bombing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's my job to work pay taxes and let &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The idiots in Washington spend that money on worthless causes.&lt;br /&gt;If we were to take the dollars wasted on the U.N., rebuilding terrorist states, and all the pork belly projects each Senator and Congress man/woman sneak out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Add it up We could probably write a check in short order and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pay off our national debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Has it ever occurred to anyone that the money our Gov. spends on health care and building in other nations could be spent on our citizens. We would all be wealthy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ITS TIME TO TURN ON THE LIGHTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND TELL THE WORLD THE PARTY IS OVER!!!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115478984249477182?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115478984249477182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115478984249477182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115478984249477182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115478984249477182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-of-gnp-is-spent-on-defense.html' title='3% of the GNP is spent on Defense'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115496365709335263</id><published>2006-08-07T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:14:17.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>click and comment today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/heylady.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/heylady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was a gentleman living in a small village who unfortunately had&lt;br /&gt;a stomach disorder that required him to drink the milk of a nursing mother.&lt;br /&gt;Well there weren't too many women in the village nursing babies and even fewer who would agree to allow a grown man suck on their breast. But low and behold, the poor man finally found a rather buxom young girl who recently had given birth and who was willing to help him out, for a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was desperate because his condition was growing worse, so he agreed&lt;br /&gt;to pay the woman the amount of money she demanded. After all, the woman had a new born baby to care for, and the father had abandoned them to their fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was a bit awkward as the man showed up and, with a bit of anxiety and embarrassment, leaned over and began to suck on the woman's breast. Well, weeks went by, and the awkwardness began to fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the woman realized that the man's sucking was beginning to arouse her sexually. It became almost unbearable and finally, in a sensuous voice, she said, "Is there anything else you'd like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man paused in his sucking for a moment and looked up at her. "Yeah," he said finally. "Can I have a cookie with my milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a dangerous virus being passed electronically, orally and by hand.&lt;br /&gt;This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer (WORK). If you&lt;br /&gt;receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss or anyone else via any&lt;br /&gt;means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life&lt;br /&gt;completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should come into contact with WORK put your jacket on and take two&lt;br /&gt;good friends to the nearest bar. Purchase the antidote known as&lt;br /&gt;Work-Isolator-Neutralizer-Extractor (WINE) or&lt;br /&gt;Bothersome-Employer-Eliminator-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should forward this warning to 5 friends. If you do not have 5 friends,&lt;br /&gt;you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Below is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 80 year old&lt;br /&gt;woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published&lt;br /&gt;in the New York Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir:&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored&lt;br /&gt;to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations, three nanoseconds must&lt;br /&gt;have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my&lt;br /&gt;account of the funds needed to honor it. I refer, of course, to the&lt;br /&gt;automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I&lt;br /&gt;admit, has been in place for only eight years. You are to be commended&lt;br /&gt;for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my&lt;br /&gt;account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has&lt;br /&gt;caused me to reethink my errant financial ways. I noticed that whereas I&lt;br /&gt;personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to&lt;br /&gt;contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging,&lt;br /&gt;prerecorded, faceless entity which your bank has become. From now on,&lt;br /&gt;I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My&lt;br /&gt;mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be&lt;br /&gt;automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally&lt;br /&gt;and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.&lt;br /&gt;Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person&lt;br /&gt;to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact&lt;br /&gt;Status which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it&lt;br /&gt;runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her&lt;br /&gt;as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that&lt;br /&gt;all copies of his or her medical history must be undersigned by a Notary&lt;br /&gt;Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation&lt;br /&gt;(income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by&lt;br /&gt;documented proof. In due course, I will issue your employee with a PIN&lt;br /&gt;number which he/she must quote in dealings with me. I regret that it&lt;br /&gt;cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the&lt;br /&gt;number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on&lt;br /&gt;your phone bank service. As they say, 'imitation is the sincerest form&lt;br /&gt;of flattery'. Let me level the playing field even further. When you call&lt;br /&gt;me, press buttons as follows: 1. To make an appointment to see me. 2.&lt;br /&gt;To query a missing payment. 3. To transfer the call to my living room&lt;br /&gt;in case I am there. 4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am&lt;br /&gt;sleeping. 5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending&lt;br /&gt;to nature. 6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at&lt;br /&gt;home. 7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my&lt;br /&gt;computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later&lt;br /&gt;date to the Authorized Contact. 8. To return to the main menu and to&lt;br /&gt;listen to options 1 through 7. 9. To make a general complaint or&lt;br /&gt;inquiry the contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of&lt;br /&gt;my automated answering service. While this may, on occasion, involve a&lt;br /&gt;lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.&lt;br /&gt;Regrettably, but again, following your example, I must also levy an&lt;br /&gt;establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Humble Client,&lt;br /&gt;Lydia B. Hodgson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/hangin%20around.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/hangin%20around.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A blonde and a brunette are walking down the street and pass&lt;br /&gt;a flower shop where the brunette happens to see her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;buying flowers. She sighs and says, "Oh, crap, my boyfriend is buying&lt;br /&gt;me flowers again for no reason."&lt;br /&gt;The blonde looks quizzically at her and says, "What's the big deal,&lt;br /&gt;don't you like getting flowers?"&lt;br /&gt;The brunette says, "Oh sure, but he always has expectations after&lt;br /&gt;getting me flowers, and I just don't feel like spending the next three&lt;br /&gt;days on my back with my legs in the air."&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, "Don't you have a vase?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ole &amp; Lena lived on a lake in Nordern Minneesoda. It was near&lt;br /&gt;the end of winter, and spring was yust beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole asked Lena if she vould valk across the frozen lake to the&lt;br /&gt;yeneral store to pick up some tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked for some money, but he told her to&lt;br /&gt;"Yust put it on our tab".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she valked across, got the tobacco &amp;amp; valked back. Then she&lt;br /&gt;asked Ole "Vhy didn't you send me with any money?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole replied, "Vell, I vasn't going to send any money ven I vasn't&lt;br /&gt;sure how tik the fokin' ice vas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the media is making such a big deal over&lt;br /&gt;Bush having trouble with his Generals.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Clinton had trouble with his privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lawyers should never ask a Southern grandma a question if they&lt;br /&gt;aren't prepared for the answer. In a trial, a Southern small-town&lt;br /&gt;prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly&lt;br /&gt;woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you&lt;br /&gt;know me?" She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've&lt;br /&gt;known you since you were a young boy, and frankly, you've been a big&lt;br /&gt;disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate&lt;br /&gt;people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot&lt;br /&gt;when you haven't the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more&lt;br /&gt;than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was stunned! Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across&lt;br /&gt;the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?" She&lt;br /&gt;again replied, "Why, yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster,&lt;br /&gt;too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal&lt;br /&gt;relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire&lt;br /&gt;state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One&lt;br /&gt;of them was your wife. Yes, I know him."&lt;br /&gt;The defense attorney almost died. The judge asked both counselors to approach&lt;br /&gt;the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, "If either of you idiots asks her if she&lt;br /&gt;knows me, I'll send you to the electric chair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/forgetful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/forgetful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. How do we know men invented maps?&lt;br /&gt;A. Who else would make an inch into a mile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The problem with the designated driver program, is&lt;br /&gt;it's not a desirable job. But if you ever get sucked&lt;br /&gt;into doing it, have fun with it. At the end of the&lt;br /&gt;night, drop them off at the wrong house. -- Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Foxworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Helpful Hint #3&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy expensive 'ribbed' condoms, just buy an ordinary one and slip&lt;br /&gt;a handful of frozen peas inside it before you put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The trouble with life is, you're halfway through it before you realize&lt;br /&gt;it's a do-it-yourself thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. What do you call a monk who has had a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;operation in order to become a nun?&lt;br /&gt;A. A transsister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Q: What's a Redneck's idea of safe sex?&lt;br /&gt;A: Locking the truck door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with "Guess" on it... so I said&lt;br /&gt;"Implants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can&lt;br /&gt;write anything I want on the ticket, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What do a fur trapper and a necrophiliac have in common???&lt;br /&gt;They are both looking for dead beaver!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Q. What's the definition of "virginity?"&lt;br /&gt;A. A big issue over a little tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Q. What do rednecks do for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;A. Pump kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q. How do you get a man to do sit-ups?&lt;br /&gt;A. Put the remote control between his toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;How do you know if a woman used a vibrator while she&lt;br /&gt;was pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;The kid stutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know you're getting fat when you pinch an inch on your forehead."&lt;br /&gt;- John Mendoza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which Is It?&lt;br /&gt;What is it about the navy and submarines that women love so much? Is it&lt;br /&gt;the concept of a long, hard cylinder filled with seamen . . . or is it&lt;br /&gt;the concept of going down for three months at a time? &lt;thanx&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A new study says that having sex decreases your chances of getting a&lt;br /&gt;cold. The more sex you have, the less you'll have a cold. Just wait&lt;br /&gt;until guys get hold of this. A woman sneezes and he'll be saying, "Hey,&lt;br /&gt;I got something for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think we should take Iraq and Iran and combine them&lt;br /&gt;into one country and call it Irate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom dancing is a course at Brigham Young University in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Phalkin_overworked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Phalkin_overworked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115496365709335263?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115496365709335263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115496365709335263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115496365709335263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115496365709335263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/click-and-comment-today.html' title='click and comment today'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115490042412250069</id><published>2006-08-06T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:40:24.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme's</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I only did this because, Jarhead John asked me to.This is rather difficult I have read so many books. My mother complained that you couldn't see me for the books stacked up in my room when I was a teenager. Funny I still found time for hanging with friends..Of course my parents had no room to talk we had a huge library when I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One book that changed your life: No one book has ever actually changed my life except the Bible. I have read tons of books that have made me pause and think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book that you've read more than once: The Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book that you would want on a desert island: War and Peace. It would help me sleep a lot.. At least it did the first time. Actaully that's not exactly true I would rather have teh Complete Works of Conon Doyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book that made you laugh: Actually I can't ever recall reading a book that made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book that made you cry: Gone With The Wind (Hey I was only 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you wish had been written: The Manly Man's Guide To Asking Directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you wish had never been written: Truely I can't think of one. Perhaps everyone deserves a point of view however strange to me it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you are currently reading: Ten Little Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One book you have been meaning to read: Godless &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a side note: Dean Koontz beats the pants off of Stephen King is scarey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now for my victims us friends to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Check him out" href="http://mikesdelirium.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mikes Delirium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 19:26:20 [GMT] on Sunday, August 06" href="http://wdwd.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasted Days Wasted Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 23:16:49 [GMT] on Thursday, April 06" href="http://badbadjuju.com/" target="Notordinarybyanymeans"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Bad JUJU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Art &amp;amp; Politics" href="http://www.allthingsbeautiful.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Things Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115490042412250069?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115490042412250069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115490042412250069&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115490042412250069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115490042412250069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/memes.html' title='Meme&apos;s'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115488698218099340</id><published>2006-08-06T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:07:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I am calling on different bloggers. I have a short attention span so bear with me. I think I have CRS but am not sure I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have been callin' on several blogs and trotted off to other blog homes reading material. On Militant Islam. And various things.&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that folks are finding so much. Its been out there for years.&lt;br /&gt;I grew up near an air base (yes right here in Oklahoma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have Mercy On Us. I remember the days we were training Iranians Iraqis and pretty much anyone from the middle East that wanted to be a fighter pilot. We trained em and sent em home. Bet that cost a chunk of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my musings for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I recall 20 odd years ago. Folks in the Law enforcement community tended to watch these folks from the Middle East summing up how many were staying here who where what when and how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was determined that these remaining groups  were sleeper cells and could sometime be dangerous. As recently as two years ago, a local radio station had a former FBI agent on as a guest.&lt;br /&gt;He stated that Oklahoma has approx 90% of all sleeper cells. I knew we had a large population of Middle Eastern folks. I don't have access of course to his material to quote from. I suspect if you will go here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.military.com/NewContent/0,13190,JDavis_052704,00.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MilitaryNews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaynadavis.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JaynaDavis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you will get your eyes opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poor Jayna has dedicated a large chunk opf her life searching for the truth. I have heard her on Glenn Beck talking of the OKC bombing. She nailed it in the exact way it happened that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see in 1995 April 19th it was a cold crisp morning and the news interrupted the morning programs. With a breaking story. Something had happened to the Murrah Federal Building. It had been blown up. Local news was Johnny on the spot due to their locations. Eye witnesses Saw Middle Eastern Men running from the area. Security tapes captured them on film. These were broadcast that day. Bolo's (be on look out) were sent out nation wide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However after Mr Slick the president at the time made a phone call to Mr Keating &lt;em&gt;who later&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;moved to Washington&lt;/em&gt; all was shushed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jayna Davis was a reporter for a local network at the time and began covering the story of the OKC bombing. My thoughts, as were everyone I knew, at the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a cover up. A big cover up for political gain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This could have been Clinton's legacy to hunt down the rest of the people involved in this and bring them to justice. However he chose the easy way out. Its Eleven years later and the truth is there no one wishes to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Others with something to say about Militant Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Cool couple blogging about the right things" href="http://ebyzandgunz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Freedom Gunz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Suzie's Views." href="http://suzieviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Assorted Babble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Cool Conserative" href="http://budmansvoice.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bushwacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ask him about the Islamic wanting him to shut up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 02:29:48 [GMT] on Sunday, August 06" href="http://myrepublicanblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Gayle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 07:53:16 [GMT] on Sunday, August 06" href="http://joshuapundit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joshua Pundit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Art &amp;amp; Politics" href="http://www.allthingsbeautiful.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;All Things Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Last updated: 14:11:06 [GMT] on Sunday, August 06" href="http://294fa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2nd Battalion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115488698218099340?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115488698218099340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115488698218099340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115488698218099340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115488698218099340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/crs_06.html' title='CRS'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115483605935475318</id><published>2006-08-06T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:22:18.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Me. AKA WELCOME HOME TRAVIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Travis%20Gabe%20Kate.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Travis%20Gabe%20Kate.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Update this is the only picture of him that I have he was a about 2. It survived our housefire even. little rough around the edges. Posted at the request of Conserative Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back years ago 20+ or so. I was having babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have 1 sister and 3 brothers. By this point in my life I have decided that they are well where to begin. Sis ( Susie) is religious and don't care a whit for me cuz her hubby don't. I am on my way to hell just ask him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My brothers parted company with me years ago. Well its a stupid reason in my mind anyway. I aint' changing names. Ha take that boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My elder brother James has been a jerk since the Nam days. Nope he wasn't in Nam he was a Sgt. that sent guys to war. It made him a jerk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then there are my 2 younger brothers. I have lost count of them. It all started 23 years ago. My brother's wife got prego. Yep all by herself. 9 months later she had a son! He was so wonderful a year younger than my youngest. Such a beautiful child. Perfect, the image of my brother. Who promptly denied him. Thus began the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In my tribe we don't deny or turn our back from family. Yet my brother did. When this occurred, our family divided and has remained divided all these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me errrrr against them&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I loved my sister-in-laws. Hehehehe all of them. I had wonderful sister-in-laws. Way to good for my brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now back to my story we have, my dad and I've been searching for the boy for years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When my mom was dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My daughter too. No luck. Two or so years ago my brother, Mike contacted my ex-husband looking for me. Why I haven't a clue. He knew where I was he and his tubby new wife parked at the end of the drive and I saw them. Yep parked 200 ft from my front door and wouldn't get out of the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I exited my drive on an errand I saw him and his new wife. ( Did I mention she is tubby? I am tubby too but not as tubby as she is (bout 200 lbs difference) Rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The reason I noted this is cuz my brother never wanted a fat woman in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He ducked his head. What kinda shit is that? Yea did I mention that my family thinks I am gonna go to hell? Oh well!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OH I HAVE NEVER LIVED ACCORDING TO BROTHERS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CRAP!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I WAS A MOM, A WIFE, A COP A CONSTURCION MANAGER, A CONSTRUCTION INSPECTOR. THE BIGGEST SIN I HAD CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This evening I, through the internet found my sister-in-law and WhhooooHoooo. Located the boy. He is 22 now and proudly serving in the Air Force. We are awaiting his call. Turns out that he has been searching for us too.. God is Good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The irony is he was at Tinker until this last Feb. serving along side of my son-in-law. WOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;His mom told me that now that he is a man he has one thing he wants to do is look my brother in the eye and ask WHAT THE FUCK????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRAVIS THAT HAS BEEN MY QUESTION FOR YEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As soon as he arrives we will have the pig in the ground cold beer on ice food out the wazoo and invite everyone to share our JOY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115483605935475318?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115483605935475318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115483605935475318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115483605935475318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115483605935475318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/piece-of-me-aka-welcome-home-travis.html' title='A Piece of Me. AKA WELCOME HOME TRAVIS'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115483633513417741</id><published>2006-08-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T08:48:27.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/delet%20alt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/delet%20alt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mom was getting swamped with calls from strangers.&lt;br /&gt;The reason? A medical billing service had launched an 800 number that&lt;br /&gt;was identical to hers. When she called to complain, she was told to get&lt;br /&gt;a new number.&lt;br /&gt;"I've had mine for twenty years," she pleaded. "Couldn't you&lt;br /&gt;change yours?"&lt;br /&gt;The company refused. So Mom said, "Fine. From now on, I'm&lt;br /&gt;going to tell everyone who calls that the bill is paid in full."&lt;br /&gt;The company got a new number the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dave had tried to be particularly careful about his language as he&lt;br /&gt;played golf with his preacher. But on the twelfth hole, when he twice&lt;br /&gt;failed to hit out of a sand trap, he lost his resolve and let fly with a&lt;br /&gt;string of expletives. The preacher felt obliged to respond. "I have&lt;br /&gt;observed," said he in a calm voice, "that the best golfers do not use&lt;br /&gt;foul language." "I guess not," said Dave, "What the hell do they have to&lt;br /&gt;cuss about....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bill and Doug were having a beer at the neighborhood bar. "What's the&lt;br /&gt;matter?" asked Bill of his buddy. "You look kind of down." "My wife&lt;br /&gt;just told me that my lovemaking is just like a news bulletin." "Why's&lt;br /&gt;that?" "Because it's brief, unexpected and usually a disaster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doug stumbled into the bar and after several drinks confided to his&lt;br /&gt;friend Bill, "The next time I give her the ultimatum 'Screw or Walk' I&lt;br /&gt;must remember to be in my own car and not hers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The madam of a bawdy house answered the ring of the bell and, on opening&lt;br /&gt;the door, she found standing there on the threshold, an ancient, bearded&lt;br /&gt;gentleman in rabbi's garb. "May I come in?" asked the rabbi gently in an&lt;br /&gt;aged, quavering voice. Feeling a little confused, the madam said, "But&lt;br /&gt;rabbi, surely you must be in the wrong place. Here is where we..." "I&lt;br /&gt;know what you do here," interrupted the rabbi. "You don't think I came&lt;br /&gt;here for chopped liver, do you? Bring on the girls." Still confused, but&lt;br /&gt;understanding her professional duties, the madam had several girls line&lt;br /&gt;up. The rabbi tottered from one to another until he reached Rose, a&lt;br /&gt;large redhead with enormous breasts. He looked at her with appreciation&lt;br /&gt;and pointed, "Good! I'll take those." The rabbi paid out the necessary&lt;br /&gt;sum and Rosie led him upstairs. She helped him off with his coat and&lt;br /&gt;hung it up carefully on the nail on the door. Then she helped him off&lt;br /&gt;with the rest of his clothes and got into bed. There, to Rosie's&lt;br /&gt;astonishment, the rabbi performed with an address and a skill that was&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable. In fact, Rosie, a hardened professional, found herself&lt;br /&gt;surprised into orgasm. As they lay in bed a few minutes afterwards,&lt;br /&gt;relaxing, Rosie said, "How old are you, Rabbi?" The rabbi said, "God has&lt;br /&gt;been good to me. I am eighty-eight years ol d." "That is certainly&lt;br /&gt;amazing. Listen, Rabbi, if you're ever in the neighborhood again and if&lt;br /&gt;you should feel in the mood, please ask for me ... Rosie. I would be&lt;br /&gt;delighted to oblige you." The rabbi said, with a certain hauteur, "What&lt;br /&gt;do you mean, if I should be in the mood again? Let me sleep for five&lt;br /&gt;minutes right now and, believe me, I will be in the mood again."&lt;br /&gt;"Really, Rabbi? Then please take a nap." "Okay." The rabbi adjusted&lt;br /&gt;himself into a relaxed position, face up, placed his arms across his&lt;br /&gt;chest and then said, "Wait one minute. This is important. While I'm&lt;br /&gt;asleep, scoop up my testicles with your right hand and hold them an inch&lt;br /&gt;above the sheet, without moving them. Keep them absolutely motionless."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, Rabbi," said Rosie, and did as she was told, holding the&lt;br /&gt;rabbi's testicles free of the sheet. For five minutes the rabbi slept,&lt;br /&gt;then woke with a start and said, "I'm ready." And so he was, for, to&lt;br /&gt;Rosie's delight, he was even better the second time than the first. As&lt;br /&gt;she lay panting, Rosie said, "It was wonderful, Rabbi, but one thing I&lt;br /&gt;don't understand. Why was it necessary to hold your testicles motionless&lt;br /&gt;above the sheet while you were sleeping?" "Oh that," said the rabbi.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you are a nice girl and I like you very much. Still, the truth is&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you very well, and over there, in my coat, hanging on the&lt;br /&gt;hook on the door, is five hundred dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/GRILL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/GRILL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One Sunday morning when my son, David, was about 5, we were&lt;br /&gt;attending a church in our community. It was common for the preacher to&lt;br /&gt;invite the children to the front of the church and have a small lesson&lt;br /&gt;before beginning the sermon. He would bring in an item they could find&lt;br /&gt;around the house and relate it to a teaching from the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;This particular morning, the visual aid for his lesson was a&lt;br /&gt;smoke detector. He asked the children if anyone knew what it meant when&lt;br /&gt;an alarm sounded from the smoke detector.&lt;br /&gt;My child immediately raised his hand and said, "It means Daddy's&lt;br /&gt;cooking dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Adam was talking to his friend at the bar, and he said, "I don't know&lt;br /&gt;what to get my wife for her birthday - she has everything, and besides,&lt;br /&gt;she can afford to buy anything she wants, so I'm stuck." His friend&lt;br /&gt;said, "I have an idea! Why don't you make up a certificate saying she&lt;br /&gt;can have 60 minutes of great sex, any way she wants it. She'll probably&lt;br /&gt;be thrilled." Adam decided to to his friend's advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at the bar his friend said, "Well? Did you take my&lt;br /&gt;suggestion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I did," Adam replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did she like it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes! she jumped up , thanked me, kissed me on the forehead and ran&lt;br /&gt;out the door, yelling "I'll be back in an hour!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes women are overly suspicious of their husbands. When Adam&lt;br /&gt;stayed out very late for a few nights, Eve became upset. "You're&lt;br /&gt;running around with other women," she charged.&lt;br /&gt;"You're being unreasonable," Adam responded. "You're the only&lt;br /&gt;woman on earth."&lt;br /&gt;The quarrel continued until Adam fell asleep, only to be awakened&lt;br /&gt;by someone poking him in the chest. It was Eve. "What do you think&lt;br /&gt;you're doing?" Adam demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"Counting your ribs," said Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The woman at the supermarket checkout was giving the clerk a&lt;br /&gt;hard time. As her audience in the waiting line increased, she became&lt;br /&gt;more abusive. Finally, the patient clerk came to a dog's flea collar.&lt;br /&gt;The checker asked the customer if she was aware that the package&lt;br /&gt;had been opened.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," the woman snapped. "I opened it. You can't expect&lt;br /&gt;me to get it home and find out it's the wrong size."&lt;br /&gt;A voice from the line spoke for all of us: "Wear it in good&lt;br /&gt;health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You may want to grit your teeth before you read this. This is&lt;br /&gt;really gruesome. When a mate was studying in Ireland, he played rugby.&lt;br /&gt;As his first season wore on, the lads and him were eventually scheduled&lt;br /&gt;to play a team which had a reputation for violent play.&lt;br /&gt;Considering that they weren't the most talented outfit to have&lt;br /&gt;ever taken the field, they decided to accept the challenge with a "do or&lt;br /&gt;die" attitude, hoping things would eventually swing their way.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't, and to make matters worse, their star player&lt;br /&gt;dislocated his hip after a particularly ferocious tackle. He was&lt;br /&gt;clearly in a lot of pain, so they all stood back to allow the medic to,&lt;br /&gt;in one swift movement, slot the hip back into its socket.&lt;br /&gt;Then Alan began a long blood curdling scream. To their horror,&lt;br /&gt;they realised that one of his testicles had also been jammed into the&lt;br /&gt;socket and was now firmly held in the place by the hip.&lt;br /&gt;(Incidentally, he also managed to rip a vocal chord with his&lt;br /&gt;screaming.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/ShowLetter.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/ShowLetter.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One day a young man and woman were in their bedroom shagging. All of the&lt;br /&gt;sudden a bumble bee entered the bedroom window. As the young lady parted&lt;br /&gt;her legs the bee entered her fanny. The woman started screaming, "Oh my&lt;br /&gt;god, help me, there's a bee up my minge. The husband immediately took&lt;br /&gt;her to the local doctor and explained the situation. The doctor thought&lt;br /&gt;for a moment and said, "Hmm, tricky situation. But I have a solution to&lt;br /&gt;the problem if you would permit me, sir." The husband, being very&lt;br /&gt;concerned, agreed that the doctor could use whatever method to get the&lt;br /&gt;bee out of his wife's vagina. The doctor said, "Okay, what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;is rub some honey over the top of my cock and push it up your wife. When&lt;br /&gt;I feel the bee I'll withdraw my cock and the bee should follow it out of&lt;br /&gt;your wife's fanny." The husband nodded and gave his approval. The young&lt;br /&gt;lady said, "Yes, yes, whatever, just get on with it!" So the doctor&lt;br /&gt;covered the tip of his cock with honey and slipped it gently inside&lt;br /&gt;young lady. After a few gentle strokes, the doctor said, "I don't think&lt;br /&gt;the bee has noticed the honey yet. Perhaps I should go a bit deeper." So&lt;br /&gt;the doctor went deeper and deeper. After a while the doctor began&lt;br /&gt;shafting the young lady very hard indeed. The young lady began to quiver&lt;br /&gt;with excitement. She began to moan and groan aloud. The doctor,&lt;br /&gt;concentrating very hard, looked like he was enjoying himself. He then&lt;br /&gt;put his hands on the young lady's tits and started making loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;At this point the husband suddenly became very annoyed and shouted, "Now&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute! What the hell do you think you're doing?" The doctor,&lt;br /&gt;still concentrating, replied, "Change of plan. I'm gonna drown the&lt;br /&gt;bastard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rosey had invited her younger sister, Nina, to leave her country home&lt;br /&gt;and come to the city for a weekend to see how the urban half lived. She&lt;br /&gt;also arranged for a friend of hers named Bill to take Nina out for a&lt;br /&gt;night on the town.&lt;br /&gt;After a pleasant dinner and a show, Bill and Nina went to Bill's&lt;br /&gt;apartment for a nightcap. They talked and listened to soft music for a&lt;br /&gt;pleasant interlude; then Bill suggested they retire to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no," Nina protested. "I don't think my sister would like&lt;br /&gt;it."&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense," said Bill, as he gently took her arm. "She loves&lt;br /&gt;it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The large fire department where I work sometimes runs out of the&lt;br /&gt;official forms we use for inspecting equipment. Headquarters will allow&lt;br /&gt;us to create our own forms on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Once, after composing a replacement document, we sent copies to&lt;br /&gt;other fire stations in need of them.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we noticed that under the signature line, someone&lt;br /&gt;has mistakenly typed "Singed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/frog.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/frog.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Morris was asked if there were any good doctors is his&lt;br /&gt;home town. "Good doctors!" he exclaimed. "We have the best doctors&lt;br /&gt;in the world. Dr. Hymie Cohen is one good doctor; he's great;&lt;br /&gt;he saved my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't say! How was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was very sick and called Dr. Rabinowitz. He gave me some medicine&lt;br /&gt;and I got very, very ill. I then called Dr. Morty Levy. He gave me&lt;br /&gt;more medicine. I got worse - I thought I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I called Dr. Cohen. He had no time to come.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Cohen saved my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A man was driving through west Texas one spring evening. The road was&lt;br /&gt;deserted and he had not seen a soul for what seemed like hours. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;his car started to cough and splutter and the engine slowly died away,&lt;br /&gt;leaving him sitting on the side of the road in total silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He popped the hood and looked to see if there was anything that he could&lt;br /&gt;do to get it going again. Unfortunately, he had a limited knowledge of&lt;br /&gt;cars, so all he could do was look at the engine, feeling despondent As&lt;br /&gt;he stood looking at the gradually fading light of his flashlight, he&lt;br /&gt;cursed that he had not put in new batteries, like he had promised&lt;br /&gt;himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, through the inky shadows, came a deep voice, "It's your fuel&lt;br /&gt;pump." The man raised up quickly, striking his head on the underside of&lt;br /&gt;the hood. "Who said that?" he demanded. There were two horses standing&lt;br /&gt;in the fenced field alongside the road and the man was amazed when the&lt;br /&gt;nearest of the two horses repeated, "It's your fuel pump. Tap it with&lt;br /&gt;your flashlight, and try it again." Confused, the man tapped the fuel&lt;br /&gt;pump with his flashlight,turned the key and sure enough, the engine&lt;br /&gt;roared to life. He muttered a short thanks to the horse and screeched&lt;br /&gt;away. When he reached the next town, he ran into the local bar. "Gimme a&lt;br /&gt;large whiskey, please!" he said. A rancher sitting at the bar looked at&lt;br /&gt;the man's ashen face and asked, "What's wrong, man? You look like you've&lt;br /&gt;seen a ghost!" "It's unbelievable," the man said and recalled the whole&lt;br /&gt;tale to the rancher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rancher took a sip of his beer and looked thoughtful. "A horse, you&lt;br /&gt;say? Was it by any chance a white horse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied to the affirmative. "Yes,it was! Am I crazy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you ain't crazy. In fact, you're lucky," said the rancher, "because&lt;br /&gt;that black horse don't know shit about cars!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Edible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Edible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115483633513417741?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115483633513417741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115483633513417741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115483633513417741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115483633513417741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-funnies.html' title='Sunday Funnies'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11526011.post-115479661629393493</id><published>2006-08-05T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T09:50:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Saturday Laughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven used to take hay baths to remedy the swelling he used to get in his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I just received this from my stock broker.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hold any of following stocks?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir:&lt;br /&gt;We have been informed that you hold shares in the following&lt;br /&gt;companies:&lt;br /&gt;American Can Co&lt;br /&gt;Interstate Water Co.&lt;br /&gt;National Gas Co.&lt;br /&gt;Northern Tissue Co.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the uncertain market conditions, at this present time, we advise&lt;br /&gt;you to sit tight on your American Can, hold your Water, and let go of&lt;br /&gt;your Gas. You may be interested to know that Northern Tissue touched a&lt;br /&gt;new bottom today, and millions were wiped clean. Yours truly, Blood,&lt;br /&gt;Sweat &amp; Tears, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"The Postal Service honored legendary Secretariat with his&lt;br /&gt;own stamp. "That shows you how strange life is for racehorses. You win&lt;br /&gt;the race, you wind up on the front of the stamp. Lose a race, you wind&lt;br /&gt;up on the back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a&lt;br /&gt;State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 MPH. He thinks to&lt;br /&gt;himself, "This driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!" So he turns on&lt;br /&gt;his lights and pulls the driver over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies -- two in&lt;br /&gt;the front seat and three in the back - eyes wide and white as ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;The driver, obviously confused, says to him, "Officer, I don't&lt;br /&gt;understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the&lt;br /&gt;problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am," the officer replies, "you weren't speeding, but you should know&lt;br /&gt;that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other&lt;br /&gt;drivers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slower than the speed limit?" she asked. No sir, I was doing the speed&lt;br /&gt;limit exactly...Twenty-two miles an hour!" the old woman says a bit&lt;br /&gt;proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her&lt;br /&gt;that "22" was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed,&lt;br /&gt;the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error.&lt;br /&gt;"But before I let you go, Ma'am, I have to ask... Is everyone in this&lt;br /&gt;car OK? These women seem awfully shaken and they haven't muttered a&lt;br /&gt;single peep this whole time." the officer asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, they'll be all right in a minute officer. We just got off Route&lt;br /&gt;119.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Maxine%20speaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Maxine%20speaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was in the kitchen one day, trying to reach the baking powder on the&lt;br /&gt;top shelf of a cabinet. Being only five feet tall, I had to stretch,&lt;br /&gt;but still couldn't grab the box.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I have two six-foot-tall sons whom I often call to&lt;br /&gt;come to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Brian!" I yelled to my second son, who was in the living&lt;br /&gt;room. "Will you get your tallness in here and get this for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, Mom," he remarked as he bounded into the kitchen. "But&lt;br /&gt;next time, I'd prefer the title 'Your Highness' when you need me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The following conversation took place one morning between a wife&lt;br /&gt;and her now ex-husband. They were discussing government cost cuts that&lt;br /&gt;they recently heard about in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," his wife said, while reading the newspaper, "it looks&lt;br /&gt;like our government is going to cut overhead and trim down the military&lt;br /&gt;forces. They are going to eliminate six over-aged destroyers."&lt;br /&gt;To which the husband replies, "Sorry to hear that, dear. I'm&lt;br /&gt;sure you'll miss your mother being gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sunday School teacher was telling the story of the Good&lt;br /&gt;Samaritan to her class of 4-5 year olds. She was making it&lt;br /&gt;as vivid as possible to keep the children interested in her&lt;br /&gt;tale. Then she asked the class, "If you saw a person lying&lt;br /&gt;on the roadside all wounded and bleeding, what would you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence,&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'd throw up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An executive who passed an asylum on his way to work, used to&lt;br /&gt;stop every once in a while to watch one of the inmates going&lt;br /&gt;through the motions of winding up and pitching an imaginary&lt;br /&gt;ball. A friend asked the executive what he found so interesting&lt;br /&gt;about the man's performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the executive, "if things keep on going the way&lt;br /&gt;they are, I'll be in there some day catching for that guy, and&lt;br /&gt;I want to get on to his curves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/Don"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/Don%27t%20Hate%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Politically correct terms for cat owners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not barf hairballs, he is a floor/rug redecorator.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not break things, she helps gravity do its job.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not fear dogs, they are merely sprint practice tools.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not gobble, she eats with alacrity.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does not scratch, he is a furniture/rug/skin ventilator.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a "shedding machine", she is a hair relocation stylist.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a "treat-seeking missile", she enjoys the proximity of food&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a chatterbox, she is advising me on what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a dope addict, she is catnip appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not a ruthless hunter, she is a wildlife control expert.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not evil, she is badness enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat is not fat, he is mass enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;- My cats are not stupid... they are merely illiterate b/c the schools&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't admit them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;An American, a Mexican and an Italian were robbing a bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it happened that they got a lot of cash in Dollars, Pesos and Liras.&lt;br /&gt;Back in their hiding place the American distributed the money to three&lt;br /&gt;even shares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1000 Dollars for me, 1000 Pesos for you, 1000 liras for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1000 Dollars for me, 1000 Pesos for you, 1000 liras for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1000 Dollars for me, 1000 Pesos for you, 1000 liras for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican told the Italian: " Well I can't stand these Yankees, but I&lt;br /&gt;have to admit they are honest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The operators of a rope tow in a popular ski area were having&lt;br /&gt;trouble with non-ticket purchasers sneaking onto the ski lift.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one of the operators stayed at his post operating the&lt;br /&gt;tow, while the other, wearing a discarded pair of skis, elbowed&lt;br /&gt;his way to the head of the line. The tow operator promptly&lt;br /&gt;called him back, "Hey, where's your lift ticket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need a ticket to ride this tow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, the two operator produced an ax and, with two&lt;br /&gt;blows, deftly chopped off the fronts of his partner's skis,&lt;br /&gt;just ahead of his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the crowd of skiers staring in amazement, the operator&lt;br /&gt;lowered his ax and turned to the crowd, "Anyone else out&lt;br /&gt;there who doesn't have a lift ticket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Morris goes on vacation to the Holy Land with his wife and&lt;br /&gt;mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;The mother-in-law dies.&lt;br /&gt;They go to an undertaker who explains that they can ship the body home&lt;br /&gt;but that it'll cost over $5000, whereas they can bury her in the Holy&lt;br /&gt;Land&lt;br /&gt;for only $150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris says, "We'll ship her home."&lt;br /&gt;The undertaker asks, "Are you sure? That's an awfully big expense&lt;br /&gt;and we can do a very nice burial here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris says, "Look, 2000 years ago you buried a guy here and three&lt;br /&gt;days later he rose from the dead. I just refuse to take that kind of&lt;br /&gt;chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A man is playing the piano softly one night in a downtown bar.&lt;br /&gt;In walks an elephant (told you it was silly) who goes over to the&lt;br /&gt;pianist,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly the elephant starts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;"There, there", says the pianist "Do you recognise the song?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, no," says the elephant " I recognise the white keys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Morris goes to a job interview. The boss says, "I'll give you 8 dollars&lt;br /&gt;an hour starting today, and in three months, I'll raise&lt;br /&gt;it to 12 dollars an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when would you like to start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris replies, "So how 'bout 3 months from now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/peeing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/peeing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115479661629393493?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115479661629393493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115479661629393493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115479661629393493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115479661629393493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/mo-saturday-laughes.html' title='Mo Saturday Laughes'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115474673685552896</id><published>2006-08-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T08:47:38.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Saturday Morning Giggles</title><content type='html'>START YOUR DAY THE AMERICAN WAY&lt;br /&gt;I pledge alligiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;-------------One Nation Under God---------------&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible with liberty and justice for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HTML Made Ready Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jmarshall.com/easy/html/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jmarshall.com/easy/html/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Table Tutorial Netscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usats.com/learn/tables.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.usats.com/learn/tables.shtml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simply Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplysally.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://simplysally.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hard to Find 800 Numbers Via Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hardtofind800numbers.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.hardtofind800numbers.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spiral Tunnels Via Dianne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.samlindsey.com/Logging/Spiral_Tunnels.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.samlindsey.com/Logging/Spiral_Tunnels.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;USPS - The Official Change of Address Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://moversguide.usps.com/?referral=USPS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;https://moversguide.usps.com/?referral=USPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TV Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stonewashed.net/tv.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.stonewashed.net/tv.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/disgraceland.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/disgraceland.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird Fact :&lt;br /&gt;Amish people do not believe in the use of aerosal air fresheners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long line&lt;br /&gt;of judgment. As he stood there he noticed that some souls were allowed&lt;br /&gt;to march right through the pearly gates into Heaven. Others though,&lt;br /&gt;were led over to Satan who threw them into the burning pit. But every&lt;br /&gt;so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss&lt;br /&gt;a soul off to one side into a small pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching Satan do this several times the fellow's curiosity got&lt;br /&gt;the best of him. So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Prince of Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for&lt;br /&gt;judgment, but I couldn't help wondering. Why are you tossing those&lt;br /&gt;people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the&lt;br /&gt;others?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, those....." Satan said with a groan. "They're all from Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;They're still too cold and wet to burn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer vacation was over and the teacher asked Little&lt;br /&gt;Johnny about his family trip. "We visited my&lt;br /&gt;grandmother in Minneapolis, Minnesota."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "Good, can you tell the class&lt;br /&gt;how you spell that?"&lt;br /&gt;After careful thought, Little Johnny said,&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, we went to Ohio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Visiting St Patrick's Cathedral on a tour of New York City, my daughter&lt;br /&gt;and her children were awed by the sight. The kids were especially&lt;br /&gt;curious about the votive candles, so my daughter asked if they'd each&lt;br /&gt;like to light one. She explained that is it customary to say a prayer of&lt;br /&gt;petition or thanks, and she was careful to tell them that these are not&lt;br /&gt;like birthday candles. "Do you have any questions?" she asked. "No,"&lt;br /&gt;said the five-year-old, "but if there's a pony outside, it's mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Personal Ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prsnnl ads r bginning 2 thrve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth WMs &amp; WFs, age 35,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wntng simlr prsns 4 nce cnvrsation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lng quiet wlks &amp;amp; pcful rlxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're sure to lose out on all of the action,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not schooled at reading the gfy cntrctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/jeans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A young ensign had nearly completed his first overseas tour of sea duty&lt;br /&gt;when he was given an opportunity to display his ability at getting the&lt;br /&gt;ship under way. With a stream of crisp commands, he had the decks&lt;br /&gt;buzzing with men and soon, the ship had left port and was streaming&lt;br /&gt;out of the channel.&lt;br /&gt;The ensign's efficiency has been remarkable. In fact, the deck was&lt;br /&gt;abuzz with talk that he had set a new record for getting a destroyer&lt;br /&gt;under way.&lt;br /&gt;The ensign glowed at his accomplishment and was not all surprised&lt;br /&gt;when another seaman approached him with a message from the captain.&lt;br /&gt;He was, however, a bit surprised to find that it was a radio&lt;br /&gt;message, and he was even more surprised when he read, "My personal&lt;br /&gt;congratulations upon completing your underway preparation exercise&lt;br /&gt;according to the book and with amazing speed. In your haste, however,&lt;br /&gt;you have overlooked one of the unwritten rules -- make sure the&lt;br /&gt;Captain is aboard before getting under way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles, a Frenchman, was leaving his Parisian home for a few weeks and&lt;br /&gt;confided in his friend, Pierre, "I always hate leaving my wife for so&lt;br /&gt;long like this. When I'm away, I just don't know what she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;There's always the doubt, always the doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre said, "Charles, I'll tell you what. Because we're such close&lt;br /&gt;friends, I'll keep an eye on her every evening that you're gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You would do that for me, Pierre?" Charles said, relieved. "Oh thank&lt;br /&gt;you so very much. I know I really should trust my wife, but it's just&lt;br /&gt;that there's always the doubt, always the doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Charles went off on his business trip and returned to Paris three&lt;br /&gt;weeks later. The two men met again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, I'm afraid I have bad news for you," Pierre said. "The very&lt;br /&gt;first night you were gone, I watched this man go to your house. Your&lt;br /&gt;wife opened the door naked and kissed and hugged him. He fondled her&lt;br /&gt;breasts. He rubbed her crotch. Then they closed the door to go upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Never daunted, I climbed up the tree outside your house and watched them&lt;br /&gt;in the bedroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so...?" inquired Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, first they took off all his clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened then?" asked Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then," Pierre shook his head sorrowfully, "then they closed the&lt;br /&gt;curtains. I could see nothing. I could learn nothing more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles sighed a deep sigh. "So you see how it is, my friend? Always the&lt;br /&gt;doubt, always the doubt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/cokecola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/cokecola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bambi (a blonde) goes to the local novelty shop and finds a pair of&lt;br /&gt;x-ray glasses. She checks them out, and isn't fully convinced, but the&lt;br /&gt;store assistant comes along and closes the deal. On her way home, Bambi&lt;br /&gt;puts on her new x-ray glasses and, bingo! She sees everyone in the&lt;br /&gt;street naked. She takes them off for a moment, and everyone has their&lt;br /&gt;clothes on. Puts the glasses back on...everyone is naked! "Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she arrives back home, she is eager to show her new toy to her&lt;br /&gt;husband, but can't find him. She goes up to the bedroom and finds her&lt;br /&gt;husband and the young woman from next door naked in bed. She takes the&lt;br /&gt;glasses off, and the two are still naked. She put them back on, and&lt;br /&gt;they are still naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambi then says: "Darn, I just paid fifty bucks for these and they're&lt;br /&gt;already broken!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Will I be the first to do this to you ?"&lt;br /&gt;whispered the man after his bride-to-be finally&lt;br /&gt;consented to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a silly question..." giggled the girl, "I&lt;br /&gt;don't even know what position you want to use&lt;br /&gt;yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A delicate young man walked into an army recruiting&lt;br /&gt;office. After answering numerous questions, he was&lt;br /&gt;finally asked if he was a homosexual. The guy&lt;br /&gt;admitted that he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gay, huh?" the brawny recruiter growled. "Do you&lt;br /&gt;think you could kill a man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, yes," the man giggled, "but it would take days&lt;br /&gt;and days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My ideal measurements for a woman are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 ~ 20 ~ 102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 million in the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102 fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~#~~#~~#~~#~~~#~~~#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nun and a priest were crossing the Sahara desert on a camel. On the&lt;br /&gt;third day out the camel suddenly dropped dead without warning. After&lt;br /&gt;dusting themselves off, the nun and the priest surveyed their situation.&lt;br /&gt;After a long period of silence, the priest spoke. "Well, sister, this&lt;br /&gt;looks pretty grim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, father." "In fact, I don't think it likely that we can survive&lt;br /&gt;more than a day or two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree", says the Father, "Sister, since we are unlikely to make it out&lt;br /&gt;of here alive, would you do something for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything, Father." "I have never seen a woman's breasts and I was&lt;br /&gt;wondering if I might see yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, under the circumstances I don't see that it would do any harm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun opened her habit and the priest enjoyed the sight of her shapely&lt;br /&gt;breasts, commenting frequently on their beauty. "Sister, would you mind&lt;br /&gt;if I touched them? She consented and he fondled them for several&lt;br /&gt;minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, could I ask something of you?&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Sister?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have never seen a man's penis. Could I see yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose that would be OK," the priest replied lifting his robe. "Oh&lt;br /&gt;Father, may I touch it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the priest consented and after a few minutes of fondling he&lt;br /&gt;was sporting a huge erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, you know that if I insert my penis in the right place, it can&lt;br /&gt;produce life." "Is that true father?" "Yes, it is, Sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Father that's wonderful, stick it in the camel and let's get the&lt;br /&gt;hell out of here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/1600/1003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3684/939/400/1003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11526011-115474673685552896?l=thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/feeds/115474673685552896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11526011&amp;postID=115474673685552896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115474673685552896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11526011/posts/default/115474673685552896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisthatandfroghair.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot-saturday-morning-giggles.html' title='Hot Saturday Morning Giggles'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08308849351978842974</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-11526011.post-115474954374884668</id><published>2006-08-04T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:45:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Will Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;NEW 2007 LIVING WILL FORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, __________________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills. If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______a cold beer&lt;br /&gt;______a margarita&lt;br /&gt;______a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;______a steak&lt;br /&gt;______lobster or shrimp&lt;br /&gt;______the remote control&lt;br /&gt;______a bowl of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;______the car keys&lt;br /&gt;______my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;______chocolate&lt;br /&gt;______sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, it should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature: _
