<?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-6154099582018701029</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:45:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8434644397133498441</id><published>2010-06-20T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:31:49.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why European Newspapers Are More Fun To Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/TB3R7tR1s5I/AAAAAAAAB7c/g4YL3rAVQUE/s1600/ad5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/TB3Ridu5jnI/AAAAAAAAB7E/Naq44WL5LWQ/s400/ad1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484770311234227826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/TB3RV0t8wWI/AAAAAAAAB68/w_9ut9GkNeE/s1600/ad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/TB3RV0t8wWI/AAAAAAAAB68/w_9ut9GkNeE/s400/ad2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484770094065959266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8434644397133498441?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8434644397133498441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-european-newspapers-are-more-fun-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8434644397133498441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8434644397133498441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-european-newspapers-are-more-fun-to.html' title='Why European Newspapers Are More Fun To Read'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/TB3R7tR1s5I/AAAAAAAAB7c/g4YL3rAVQUE/s72-c/ad5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3467802319352301009</id><published>2010-06-20T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:18:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Post Turtle</title><content type='html'>While sewing a cut on the hand of a seventy-five year-old Aussie farmer, whose hand had been caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old farmer. Eventually the topic got around to Kevin Rudd and his role as our Prime Minister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you know, in my opinion Rudd is a Post Turtle,” said the old man. Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a Post Turtle was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Farmer said, “When you are driving along a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a Post Turtle.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer saw the puzzled look on the doctor’s face, so he continued to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he certainly doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, and you just wonder what kind of dumb idiot put him up there to begin with.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3467802319352301009?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3467802319352301009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-turtle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3467802319352301009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3467802319352301009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-turtle.html' title='The Post Turtle'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2301171370385392466</id><published>2010-06-20T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:16:48.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It pays to know German</title><content type='html'>An Amish  Farmer walking through his field notices a man drinking from his pond with his  hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Amish Farmer shouts:  "Trinken Sie nicht  das Wasser, die Kuhe und die Schweine haben hinein geschissen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means: "Don't drink the water, the cows and the pigs have shit in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man shouts  back: "I'm a Muslim, I don't understand your gibberish. Speak English, Infidel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Amish Farmer shouts back in  English:   "Use two hands, you'll  get  more!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2301171370385392466?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2301171370385392466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-pays-to-know-german.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2301171370385392466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2301171370385392466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-pays-to-know-german.html' title='It pays to know German'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4734750900263729654</id><published>2010-06-20T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:15:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clever responses</title><content type='html'>SMART ASS ANSWER #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mealtime during  an airline flight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Would you like dinner?'  the flight attendant asked John, seated in front. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'What are my choices?'  John asked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes or no,' she  replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, she said, 'Sir, I need to see your ticket, not your stub.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked a stock boy, 'Do these turkeys get any bigger?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stock boy replied, 'No ma'am, they're dead.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police officer got out of his car as the kid who was stopped for speeding &lt;br /&gt;rolled down his window. 'I've been waiting for you all day,' the officer said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid replied, Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truck driver was driving along on the freeway and noticed a sign that read: Low Bridge Ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he knows it, the bridge is right in front of him and his truck gets wedged under it. Cars are backed up for miles.. Finally a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, 'Got stuck, huh?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver says, 'No, I was delivering this bridge and I ran out of gas.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2009 !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death &lt;br /&gt;in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smart-ass student in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, 'What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When silence was restored, the teacher smiled knowingly at the student , shook her head and sweetly said, 'Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BONUS EXTRA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is standing nude looking in the bedroom mirror. She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Funeral is next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-4734750900263729654?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4734750900263729654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/clever-responses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4734750900263729654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4734750900263729654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/clever-responses.html' title='Clever responses'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5064168690422030608</id><published>2010-06-20T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:06:55.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farm Hand</title><content type='html'>A successful farmer died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a farm hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks, the two of them worked from dawn to dusk and the farm was doing very well, actually it was making more money now then before her husband died. Then one day, the farmer's widow said to the hired hand, 'You have done a really good job, and the farm looks great.    You should go into town and kick up your heels instead of sitting around every Saturday night.' The hired hand readily agreed and went into town the following Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand.  Finally he returned around five-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the farmer's widow laying on a large sheep skin by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.    She quietly called him over to her and still laying there she rolled onto her back, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Unbutton my blouse and take it off" , she said. Trembling, he did as she directed.. "Now take off my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my socks."    He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light as she rolled over onto her stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled back onto her back looking at him with direct eye to eye contact,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now remove my 'G' String"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked at him and said........................,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5064168690422030608?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5064168690422030608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5064168690422030608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5064168690422030608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/farm-hand.html' title='The Farm Hand'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-9212826988573507461</id><published>2010-06-20T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:03:57.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddy's Pride.</title><content type='html'>Paddy moves to Canada and attends his first baseball game. The first batter approaches the batters' box, takes a few swings and then hits a double. Everyone is on their feet screaming "Run!!!" The next batter hits a single. Paddy listens as the crowd again cheers "RUN!! RUN!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy is enjoying the game and begins screaming with the fans. The fifth batter comes up and four balls go by. The Umpire calls: "Walk." The batter starts his slow trot to first base. Paddy stands up and screams, "Run ye lazy bastard run!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people around him begin laughing. Embarrassed, Paddy sits back down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly fan notes Paddy's embarrassment, leans over and explains, "He can't run -- he has four balls." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy stands up and screams: "Walk with pride,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-9212826988573507461?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9212826988573507461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/paddys-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/9212826988573507461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/9212826988573507461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/paddys-pride.html' title='Paddy&apos;s Pride.'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5246407709432919247</id><published>2010-06-20T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:02:47.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IN AN AUSSIE MENTAL HOSPITAL</title><content type='html'>A nurse walks into a room and sees a patient pretending he's driving a truck, with his hands at 10 to 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse asks him, 'Kenny! What are you doing?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny replies, 'Can't talk right now I'm driving to Melbourne !' The nurse wishes him a good trip and leaves the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the nurse enters Kenny's room just as he stops driving his imaginary truck and she asks, 'Well Kenny, how was your trip?' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kenny says, 'I'm exhausted, I just got into Melbourne and I need some rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's great,' replied the nurse, 'I'm glad you had a safe trip.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse leaves Kenny's room, and then goes across the hall into another patients' room and finds Davo sitting on his bed masturbating vigorously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, she shouts, 'Davo what are you doing!?' To which Davo replies, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shhh, I'm shagging Kenny's wife while he's in Melbourne '.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5246407709432919247?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5246407709432919247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-in-aussie-mental-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5246407709432919247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5246407709432919247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-in-aussie-mental-hospital.html' title='LIFE IN AN AUSSIE MENTAL HOSPITAL'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8290735981335095312</id><published>2010-06-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:01:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannibal Story</title><content type='html'>A cannibal was walking through the jungle and came upon a restaurant operated by a fellow cannibal. Feeling somewhat hungry, he sat down and looked over the menu... &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Tourist:                           $5.00 &lt;br /&gt;Broiled Missionary:        $7.00 &lt;br /&gt;Fried Explorer:               $9.00 &lt;br /&gt;Freshly Baked Politicians: Labor, Liberals, Democrats or Greens:    $150.00 &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The cannibal called the waiter over and asked, 'Why such a huge price difference for the Politicians?' &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;The cook replied, 'Have you ever tried to clean one?    They're so full of shit, it takes the whole morning.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8290735981335095312?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8290735981335095312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/cannibal-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8290735981335095312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8290735981335095312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/cannibal-story.html' title='Cannibal Story'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-6222164532758897212</id><published>2010-05-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:51:10.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An understanding wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8XStXDJDI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZkqC34yNqu4/s1600/1aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8XStXDJDI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZkqC34yNqu4/s400/1aa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471617682459796530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-6222164532758897212?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6222164532758897212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/understanding-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6222164532758897212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6222164532758897212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/understanding-wife.html' title='An understanding wife'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8XStXDJDI/AAAAAAAABx8/ZkqC34yNqu4/s72-c/1aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-7552955980376289075</id><published>2010-05-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:49:59.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well-adjusted wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8XAqxP18I/AAAAAAAABx0/jfkNgbdzHjg/s1600/1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8XAqxP18I/AAAAAAAABx0/jfkNgbdzHjg/s400/1b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471617372526729154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8W0VBSX8I/AAAAAAAABxs/hwogjT0RLXU/s1600/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8W0VBSX8I/AAAAAAAABxs/hwogjT0RLXU/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471617160529993666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-7552955980376289075?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7552955980376289075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-adjusted-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7552955980376289075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7552955980376289075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-adjusted-wife.html' title='Well-adjusted wife'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-8XAqxP18I/AAAAAAAABx0/jfkNgbdzHjg/s72-c/1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1156978523113491237</id><published>2010-05-15T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:48:07.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bridge</title><content type='html'>A man on his Harley was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, God said, 'because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied, 'Your request is materialistic; think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biker thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, 'God, I  wish that I, and all men, could understand women; I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing's wrong, why she snaps and complains when I try to help, and how I can make a woman truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied: 'You want two lanes or four on  that bridge?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1156978523113491237?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1156978523113491237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1156978523113491237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1156978523113491237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/bridge.html' title='The bridge'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1876824302530799645</id><published>2010-05-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:45:12.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Involuntary Muscular Contraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;A professor at the University of Sydney  was giving a lecture on 'Involuntary Muscular Contractions' to his first year medical students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising this was not the most riveting subject, the professor decided to lighten the mood slightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pointed to a young woman in the front row and said, 'Do you know what your arsehole is doing while you're having an orgasm?'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, 'Probably playing golf with his mates.'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 45 minutes to restore order in the classroom......... &lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1876824302530799645?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1876824302530799645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/involuntary-muscular-contraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1876824302530799645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1876824302530799645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/involuntary-muscular-contraction.html' title='Involuntary Muscular Contraction'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8697143066569752768</id><published>2010-05-15T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:43:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OUj_5s7Ktg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OUj_5s7Ktg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&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/6154099582018701029-8697143066569752768?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8697143066569752768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8697143066569752768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8697143066569752768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/perfect-daughter.html' title='Perfect daughter'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-461967543529407498</id><published>2010-05-13T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:28:52.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S-yZOL-9uhI/AAAAAAAABxM/l4SWoEPAN8U/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women - she loves to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter from the local Target:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Dear Mrs. Cahill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behaviour and have been forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against your husband, Mr. Samuel, are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in other people's carts when they weren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) July 7: He made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away'. This caused the employee to leave her assigned station and receive a reprimand from her Supervisor that in turn resulted with a union grievance, causing management to lose time and costing the company money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&amp;Ms on layaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) August 15: Set up a tent in the camping department and told the children hoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department to which twenty children obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' EMTs were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) September 4: Looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) October 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the ' Mission Impossible' theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) October 6: In the auto department, he practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) October 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) October 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here.' One of the clerks passed out.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5453342981000436873?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5453342981000436873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5453342981000436873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5453342981000436873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5926089632625741499</id><published>2010-04-28T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:55:16.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddy died ...</title><content type='html'>His will provided £40,000 for an elaborate funeral.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last guests departed the affair, his wife Colleen turned to her oldest and dearest friend, "Ah well, to be sure Paddy would be pleased," she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be sure you're right," replied Mary, who lowered her voice and leaned in close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So go on, how much did this really cost?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of it," said Colleen. "Forty thousand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw No!" Mary exclaimed. "I mean, it was very grand, but £40,000?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen answered, "The funeral was £6,500. I donated £500 to church. The whiskey, wine and snacks were another £500. The rest went for the Memorial Stone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary computed quickly. "For the love of God Colleen, £32,500 for a Memorial Stone? How big is it?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See below   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S9ktEXW4EXI/AAAAAAAABtU/R8V1E8QPPfs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S9ktEXW4EXI/AAAAAAAABtU/R8V1E8QPPfs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465449175803498866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5926089632625741499?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5926089632625741499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/paddy-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5926089632625741499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5926089632625741499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/paddy-died.html' title='Paddy died ...'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S9ktEXW4EXI/AAAAAAAABtU/R8V1E8QPPfs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2828478639479631664</id><published>2010-04-28T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:53:08.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dogs ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S9ksy3wDr6I/AAAAAAAABtM/_SyDEqy0TNY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S9ksy3wDr6I/AAAAAAAABtM/_SyDEqy0TNY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465448875261407138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to sign my dogs up for welfare. At first the lady said, "Dogs are not eligible to draw welfare". So I explained to her that my dogs are mixed in color, unemployed, lazy, can't speak English and have no frigging clue who their daddies are.  They expect me to feed them, provide them with housing and medical care, and feel guilty because they are dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she looked in her policy book to see what it takes to qualify. My dogs get their first checks Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggone, this is a great country!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2828478639479631664?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2828478639479631664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2828478639479631664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2828478639479631664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dogs.html' title='My dogs ...'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S9ksy3wDr6I/AAAAAAAABtM/_SyDEqy0TNY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5225359271501012170</id><published>2010-04-14T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:30:14.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Attire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8Yz4LhBnvI/AAAAAAAABqc/KuXDTmj8N4k/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8Yz4LhBnvI/AAAAAAAABqc/KuXDTmj8N4k/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460108638490304242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8Yzk2NLlkI/AAAAAAAABqU/ZiwokPccBmU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8Yzk2NLlkI/AAAAAAAABqU/ZiwokPccBmU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460108306352412226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzeFEut9I/AAAAAAAABqM/6Pmuian5D3o/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzeFEut9I/AAAAAAAABqM/6Pmuian5D3o/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460108190084413394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzY0iCUvI/AAAAAAAABqE/ppyCnpABMyE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzY0iCUvI/AAAAAAAABqE/ppyCnpABMyE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460108099744584434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzTO6r4eI/AAAAAAAABp8/Y5fVClkSMX0/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzTO6r4eI/AAAAAAAABp8/Y5fVClkSMX0/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460108003748078050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzN1yVBvI/AAAAAAAABp0/hKI7ANBkgAg/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzN1yVBvI/AAAAAAAABp0/hKI7ANBkgAg/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460107911102793458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzEi_WVkI/AAAAAAAABps/pe5e98kXBIQ/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8YzEi_WVkI/AAAAAAAABps/pe5e98kXBIQ/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460107751438308930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5225359271501012170?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5225359271501012170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/senior-attire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5225359271501012170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5225359271501012170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/senior-attire.html' title='Senior Attire'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S8Yz4LhBnvI/AAAAAAAABqc/KuXDTmj8N4k/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-7029667422001057431</id><published>2010-04-14T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:19:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Australia Post has created a stamp with a picture of Prime Minister Kevin Rudd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stamp is not sticking to envelopes.  This enrages the Prime Minister , who demands a full investigation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of testing and spending of $4.1 million, a special commission presents the following findings:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. The stamp is in perfect order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is nothing wrong with the adhesive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People are spitting on the wrong side of the stamp.&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-7029667422001057431?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7029667422001057431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/australia-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7029667422001057431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7029667422001057431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/australia-post.html' title='Australia Post'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4896042957509132334</id><published>2010-04-14T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:18:41.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cuckoo Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The other night I was invited out for a night with  "the boys". I told my wife that I would be home by midnight…promise!  Well, the hours passed and the beer was going down way too easy. At around 2:30 am, drunk as a skunk, I headed for home. Just as I  got  in   the door,the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3  times.  Quickly, I realized she’d probably wake up, so I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself, having a quick witty solution, even  when  smashed, to escape a possible conflict. The next morning my wife   asked  me what time I got in, and I told her twelve o’clock. She didn’t  seem  disturbed at all. Whew! Got away with that one!  She then told me that we needed a new cuckoo clock. When I asked  her  why, she said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times,  then  said "oh f*ck", cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another 3 times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then farted.&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-4896042957509132334?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4896042957509132334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/cuckoo-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4896042957509132334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4896042957509132334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/cuckoo-clock.html' title='The Cuckoo Clock'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2946775464738328771</id><published>2010-04-14T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:16:59.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtis and Leroy</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Curtis &amp; Leroy saw an ad in the Daily Newspaper in Geelong , Victoria . and bought a mule for $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the farmer drove up and said, "Sorry, fellows, I have some bad news, the mule died last night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis &amp; Leroy replied, "Well, then just give us our money back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Can't do that. I went and spent it already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, "OK then, just bring us the dead mule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer asked, "What in the world ya'll gonna do with a dead mule?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis said, "We gonna raffle him off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "You can't raffle off a dead mule!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy said, "We shore can! Heck, we don't hafta tell nobody he's dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks later, the farmer ran into Curtis &amp; Leroy at the local grocery store and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What'd you fellers ever do with that dead mule?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, "We raffled him off like we said we wuz gonna do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy said, "Shucks, we sold 500 tickets fer two dollars apiece and made a profit of $898."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "My Lord, didn't anyone complain?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis said, "Well, the feller who won got upset. So we gave him his two dollars back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis and Leroy now work for the Rudd government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're financial advisers to Wayne Swan.&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2946775464738328771?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2946775464738328771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/curtis-and-leroy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2946775464738328771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2946775464738328771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/curtis-and-leroy.html' title='Curtis and Leroy'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-6522621605657091145</id><published>2010-04-14T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:15:17.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night to meet and have a dinner with her parents.  Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy is ecstatic but he has never had sex before so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells the pharmacist it's his first time and the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. 'Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes and the boy is still deep in prayer with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass and still no movement from the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, 'I had no idea you were this religious.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns, and whispers back, 'I had no idea your father was a pharmacist.' &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-6522621605657091145?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6522621605657091145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6522621605657091145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6522621605657091145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time-sex.html' title='First Time Sex'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3903343328495734198</id><published>2010-04-07T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:57:06.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wailing Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xW0hOLQPI/AAAAAAAABo0/YJRKI9sIatY/s1600/wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xW0hOLQPI/AAAAAAAABo0/YJRKI9sIatY/s400/wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457332308737212658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Israel - Jerusalem : wailing wall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went to check it out. She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Morris Fishbien,” he replied. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wailing Wall and praying?” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“For about 60 years.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the wars and all the hatred to stop. I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults and to love their fellow man.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;“Like I'm talking to a fucking brick wall!" &lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3903343328495734198?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3903343328495734198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/wailing-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3903343328495734198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3903343328495734198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/wailing-wall.html' title='The Wailing Wall'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xW0hOLQPI/AAAAAAAABo0/YJRKI9sIatY/s72-c/wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3063948805564011092</id><published>2010-04-07T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:55:11.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xWd0fMLSI/AAAAAAAABos/MJ4byU89Y8c/s1600/dogs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xWd0fMLSI/AAAAAAAABos/MJ4byU89Y8c/s400/dogs1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457331918771858722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3063948805564011092?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3063948805564011092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3063948805564011092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3063948805564011092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xWd0fMLSI/AAAAAAAABos/MJ4byU89Y8c/s72-c/dogs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-504563130447389948</id><published>2010-04-07T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:53:54.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poster for the parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xWDmBllBI/AAAAAAAABok/Jrr3nKbhH38/s1600/teenagers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xWDmBllBI/AAAAAAAABok/Jrr3nKbhH38/s400/teenagers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457331468212999186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-504563130447389948?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/504563130447389948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/poster-for-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/504563130447389948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/504563130447389948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/poster-for-parents.html' title='A poster for the parents'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S7xWDmBllBI/AAAAAAAABok/Jrr3nKbhH38/s72-c/teenagers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8677935200381644773</id><published>2010-04-07T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:51:53.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welfare Office</title><content type='html'>A guy walked into the local welfare office to pick up his cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He marched straight up to the counter and said, "Hi. You know, I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd really rather have a job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social worker behind the counter said, "Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a Chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful daughter. You'll have to drive around in his 2008 Mercedes-Benz CL, and he will supply all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You'll also be expected to escort the daughter on her overseas holiday trips.  This is rather awkward to say but you will also have as part of your job assignment to satisfy her sexual urges as the daughter is in her mid-20's and has a rather strong sex drive. A two-bedroom loft type apartment with plasma TV, stereo, bar, etc. located above the garage, will be designated for your sole use and the salary is $200,000 a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy, just plain wide-eyed, said, "You're bullshittin' me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social worker said, "Yeah, well . You started it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8677935200381644773?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8677935200381644773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/welfare-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8677935200381644773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8677935200381644773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/04/welfare-office.html' title='Welfare Office'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-963889414771795305</id><published>2010-03-31T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:08:33.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How smart is your foot?</title><content type='html'>This is hysterical. You have to try this. It is absolutely true. I guess there are some things that the brain cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SMART IS YOUR RIGHT FOOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to try this please, it takes 2 seconds. I could not believe this!  It is from an orthopaedic surgeon............ This will confuse your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't.  It is pre-programmed in your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While sitting at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you so! And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-963889414771795305?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/963889414771795305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-smart-is-your-foot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/963889414771795305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/963889414771795305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-smart-is-your-foot.html' title='How smart is your foot?'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-9113510449705374693</id><published>2010-03-31T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:07:28.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>A professor at Texas A&amp;M University was giving a lecture on the supernatural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a feel for his audience, he asks, "How many people here believe in ghosts ??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 90 students raise their hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's a good start. Out of those who believe, do any of you think you have seen a ghost ??" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 40 students raise their hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's really good. I'm really glad you take this seriously.  Has anyone here ever talked to or touched a ghost ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 students raise their hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's fantastic. Now let me ask you one question further....Have any of you ever made love to a ghost ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way in the back, Abdul raises his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor takes off his glasses, and says, "Son, in all the years I've been giving this lecture, no-one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost. You've got to come up here and tell us about your experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big student replied with a nod and a grin, and began to make his way up to the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he reached the front of the room, the professor asks, "So Abdul, tell us what it's like to have sex with a ghost !!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Abdul replied, "Ah sorry. From way back there, I thought you said 'Goats' !!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-9113510449705374693?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9113510449705374693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/9113510449705374693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/9113510449705374693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-7961350832681923410</id><published>2010-03-31T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:06:14.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airline Jokes</title><content type='html'>After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a 'gripe sheet,' which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. &lt;br /&gt;Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS' pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. &lt;br /&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tire. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough. &lt;br /&gt;S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit &lt;br /&gt;S: Something tightened in cockpit &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.. &lt;br /&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Auto pilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent... &lt;br /&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.. &lt;br /&gt;S: Evidence removed. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud. &lt;br /&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. &lt;br /&gt;S: That's what friction locks are for. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode. &lt;br /&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.. &lt;br /&gt;S: Suspect you're right. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing. &lt;br /&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny. &lt;br /&gt;(I love this one!): &lt;br /&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right and be serious. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Target radar hums. &lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit. &lt;br /&gt;S: Cat installed. &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;And the best one for last &lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. &lt;br /&gt;S: Took hammer away from midget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-7961350832681923410?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7961350832681923410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/airline-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7961350832681923410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7961350832681923410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/airline-jokes.html' title='Airline Jokes'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2744037641497866181</id><published>2010-03-31T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:04:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement Bonus</title><content type='html'>The Royal Navy found they had too many officers and decided to offer an early retirement bonus. They promised any officer who volunteered for retirement a bonus of £1,000 for every inch measured in a straight line between any two points in his body.  The officer got to choose what those two points would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first officer who accepted asked that he be measured from the top of his head to the tip of his toes... He was measured at six feet and walked out with a bonus of £72,000...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second officer who accepted was a little smarter and asked to be measured from the tip of his outstretched hands to his toes. He walked Out with  £96,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one was a non-commissioned officer, a grizzly old Chief Stoker who, when asked where he would like to be measured replied, 'From the tip of my penis to my testicles.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suggested by the pension man that he might want to reconsider, explaining about the nice big cheques the previous two Officers had received.  But the old Chief insisted and they decided to go along with him providing the measure was taken by a Medical  Officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Medical Officer arrived and instructed the Chief to drop 'em,' which he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Medical Officer placed the tape measure on the tip of the Chief's penis and began to work back.  Dear Lord!' he suddenly exclaimed, 'Where are your testicles?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Old Chief calmly replied, ' The Falkland Islands'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2744037641497866181?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2744037641497866181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/retirement-bonus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2744037641497866181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2744037641497866181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/retirement-bonus.html' title='Retirement Bonus'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3642557879050095136</id><published>2010-03-30T16:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:01:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best condom commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBr98Nji-mA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBr98Nji-mA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&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/6154099582018701029-3642557879050095136?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3642557879050095136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-condom-commercial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3642557879050095136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3642557879050095136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-condom-commercial.html' title='Best condom commercial'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5120924726212675885</id><published>2010-03-27T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:58:50.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is quite difficult even for so-called computer experts......</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Computer Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who keep thinking you are computer experts... &lt;br /&gt;try this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you're so smart. &lt;br /&gt;Let's see how computer literate you are . . &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD CAUSE THIS TO HAPPEN: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqdjggsdqklgds &lt;br /&gt;ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffkgmgqkfjd &lt;br /&gt;mqielgqfffffffffffffffffffffffffffsqfmq &lt;br /&gt;dsldmfqsfqssfdbvnlklfvnozeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THE ANSWER BELOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S63IJCds3OI/AAAAAAAABmE/1lOyTbfU6n8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S63IJCds3OI/AAAAAAAABmE/1lOyTbfU6n8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453234781421362402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5120924726212675885?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5120924726212675885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-quite-difficult-even-for-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5120924726212675885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5120924726212675885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-quite-difficult-even-for-so.html' title='This is quite difficult even for so-called computer experts......'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S63IJCds3OI/AAAAAAAABmE/1lOyTbfU6n8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3875109828520037189</id><published>2010-03-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:55:07.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Printer Support Call</title><content type='html'>Caller: Hi,  our printer is not working. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Customer Service:  What is wrong with it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  The  Mouse is jammed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service:   The Mouse? Printers  don't have a mouse,  you idiot!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller:  Mmmmm??..  Oh  really?...  I will send  a  picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S63HpXl3kTI/AAAAAAAABl8/IHMug_Y2x2w/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S63HpXl3kTI/AAAAAAAABl8/IHMug_Y2x2w/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453234237336949042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3875109828520037189?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3875109828520037189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/printer-support-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3875109828520037189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3875109828520037189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/printer-support-call.html' title='Printer Support Call'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S63HpXl3kTI/AAAAAAAABl8/IHMug_Y2x2w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8074157864529075684</id><published>2010-03-27T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:49:02.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese customs</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A Chinese man decides to move to Australia after fifty years of living in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;He buys a small piece of land near Mt Isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after moving in, the friendly Aussie neighbour decides to go across and welcome the new guy to the region.  He goes next door but on his way up the drive-way he sees the Chinese man running around his front yard chasing about ten hens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to interrupt these 'Chinese customs', he decides to put the welcome on hold for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he decides to try again, but just as he is about to knock on the front door, he looks through the window and sees the Chinese man urinate into a glass and then drink it. Not wanting to interrupt another 'Chinese custom', he decides to put the welcome on hold for yet another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day later he decides to give it one last go, but on his way next door, he sees the Chinese man leading a bull down the driveway, pause, and then put his head next to the bull's bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aussie bloke can't handle this, so he goes up to the Chinese man and says, 'Jeez mate, what the hell is it with your Chinese customs?  I come over to welcome you to the neighbourhood, and see you running around the yard after hens.  The next day you are pissing in a glass and drinking it, and then today you have your head so close to that bull's bum, it could just about shit on you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese man is very taken back and says, 'Sorry sir, you no understand. These no Chinese customs I doing, these Australian customs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you mean mate', says the Aussie, 'Those aren't Australian customs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, they are', replied the Chinese man, 'man at travel agent say to become true Australian, I  must learn chase chicks, drink piss, and listen to bull-shit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8074157864529075684?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8074157864529075684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-customs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8074157864529075684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8074157864529075684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinese-customs.html' title='Chinese customs'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8583025293145238812</id><published>2010-03-27T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:45:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jut a tap on the shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver said, 'I'm sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frightened passenger apologised to the driver and said he didn't realise a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver replied, 'No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my first day driving a cab................... I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years."&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8583025293145238812?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8583025293145238812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/jut-tap-on-shoulder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8583025293145238812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8583025293145238812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/jut-tap-on-shoulder.html' title='Jut a tap on the shoulder'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4562479799184598246</id><published>2010-03-27T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:07:18.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband.. She mentioned  the trip to the hairdresser, who responded: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rome? Why  would anyone want to go there? It's  crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how  are you getting there?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're taking Easyjet," was the reply. "We got a great rate!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easyjet?" exclaimed the hairdresser.. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you  staying in Rome ?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called  Teste." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go any further. I know that  place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see  the Pope." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser.  "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of  an ant.  Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of  yours. You're going to need it."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of Easyjet's brand new planes, but  it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited  on me hand and foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a £5 million remodelling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest  hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologised and  gave us their owner's suite at no extra  charge!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the  Pope."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd  be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really! What'd he say?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Who the f**k did your hair?"&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-4562479799184598246?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4562479799184598246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-in-rome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4562479799184598246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4562479799184598246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-in-rome.html' title='When in Rome ...'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4233975953964148696</id><published>2010-03-25T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:39:56.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the Dutch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMWHYBi7kG8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMWHYBi7kG8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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Dutch!'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3957622012373306569</id><published>2010-03-21T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:00:06.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Call Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN16nrd8OI0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN16nrd8OI0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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Centre'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2924180156710349638</id><published>2010-02-17T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:46:14.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagpiper at a funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery  in the back-country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a typical man I didn't stop for  directions.  I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone  and the hearse was no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only the diggers  and crew left and they were eating lunch.  I felt badly and apologized to the men  for being late. I went to the side of the grave and  looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't  know what else to do, so I started to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workers put down their  lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this  man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before, just  for this homeless man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I played 'Amazing  Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together.   When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car.   Though my head hung low my heart was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  I opened the door to my  car, I heard one of the workers say, &lt;B&gt;"Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never  seen nothin' like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks  for twenty years."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2924180156710349638?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2924180156710349638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/bagpiper-at-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2924180156710349638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2924180156710349638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/bagpiper-at-funeral.html' title='Bagpiper at a funeral'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-199970166925365800</id><published>2010-02-10T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:34:39.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day back at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Doing  a rollcall on the first day back at school at Bankstown  Primary, the teacher began calling out the names of the  pupils:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mustafa El Ekh  Zeri?" &lt;br /&gt;"Here." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Achmed  El Kabul?" &lt;br /&gt;"Here." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Fatima  Al Chadoury? "&lt;br /&gt; "  Here."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Abdul  Alu Ohlmi?" &lt;br /&gt;" Here." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mohammed  Ibn Achrha?" &lt;br /&gt;"  Here."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Mi  Cha El Mey Er" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in the  classroom. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Mi  Cha El Mey Er" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued silence as everyone  looked around the room.  She  repeated, "Is  there any child here called Mi Cha El Mey  Er?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  boy arose and said,  "Sorry teacher.  I  think that’s me.  My  name is Michael Meyer."    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-199970166925365800?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/199970166925365800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-day-back-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/199970166925365800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/199970166925365800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-day-back-at-school.html' title='First day back at school'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-399580661163212368</id><published>2010-02-06T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:16:09.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S24UMxOIMYI/AAAAAAAABeM/kGOKKqQ2v9I/s1600-h/1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S24UMxOIMYI/AAAAAAAABeM/kGOKKqQ2v9I/s400/1b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304009886347650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;Dan was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the family business. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When he found out he was going to inherit a fortune when his sickly father died, he decided he needed to find a wife with whom to share his fortune. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One evening, at an investment meeting, he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Her natural beauty took his breath away. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I may look like just an ordinary guy," he said to her, "but in just a few years, my father will die and I will inherit $200 million." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Impressed, the woman asked for his business card and three days later, she became his stepmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are so much better at financial planning than men.&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-399580661163212368?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/399580661163212368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/fi8nancial-planning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/399580661163212368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/399580661163212368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/fi8nancial-planning.html' title='Financial planning'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S24UMxOIMYI/AAAAAAAABeM/kGOKKqQ2v9I/s72-c/1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5946286352940873356</id><published>2010-02-06T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:39:57.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky bastard</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A VERY ugly man walks into the bar with a big grin on his face, and orders a Draft beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are you so happy about?', asks the Bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I'll tell you,' replies the ugly man, 'As you know, I live by the railroad tracks.Well, on my way home from the bar last night, I noticed a young woman tied To the tracks, just like in the films. I, of course, went and cut her free and took her back to my place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No shit', replied the bartender in astonishment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway", the ugly man continued, "To make a long story short, I scored big time! We made love all night, all over the house. We did everything! Me on top, Sometimes her on top, every position imaginable!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fantastic, you lucky bastard!', exclaimed the Bartender.  'Was she pretty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dunno...Never found the head!'&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5946286352940873356?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5946286352940873356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucky-bastard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5946286352940873356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5946286352940873356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucky-bastard.html' title='Lucky bastard'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3529523732750886531</id><published>2010-02-06T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:51:46.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;An elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100% .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly gentleman went back to the doctor a month later, and the doctor said 'Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman replied, 'Oh, I haven't told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  elderly gentlemen from a  retirement centre were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turns to the other and says: 'Slim, I'm 83 years old now and I'm just full of aches and pains. I know you're about my age. How do you feel?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim says, 'I feel just like a newborn  baby.'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really? Like a newborn baby?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my  pants.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great.. I would recommend it very highly.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  other man said, 'What is the name of the  restaurant?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  first man thought for a moment and finally said, 'What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love?   You know... The one that's red and has thorns.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you mean a rose?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, that's the one,' replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, 'Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital regulations require a wheelchair for patients being discharged...   However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I  don't know,' he said. 'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets  up from his chair. 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't you think you should write it down so you can  remember it?' she asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I can remember it.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.' &lt;br /&gt;'I'd  also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she  asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he toddles into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, The old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stares at the plate for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;'Where's my toast ?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy: &lt;br /&gt;'So I hear you're getting married?' &lt;br /&gt;'Yep!' &lt;br /&gt;'Do I know her?' &lt;br /&gt;'Nope!' &lt;br /&gt;'This woman, is she good looking?' &lt;br /&gt;'Not really.' &lt;br /&gt;'Is she a good cook?' &lt;br /&gt;'Naw, she can't cook too well.' &lt;br /&gt;'Does she have lots of money?' &lt;br /&gt;'Nope! Poor as a church mouse.' &lt;br /&gt;'Well, then, is she good in bed?' &lt;br /&gt;'I  don't know.' &lt;br /&gt;'Why in the world do you want to marry her then?' &lt;br /&gt;'Because she can still drive!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three old guys are out walking. &lt;br /&gt;First one says, 'Windy, isn't it?' &lt;br /&gt;Second one says, 'No, it's Thursday!' &lt;br /&gt;Third one says, 'So am I. Let's go get a beer..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  man was  telling his neighbour, 'I just bought a new  hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it's state of the art... It's perfect.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really,' answered the neighbour . 'What kind is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twelve thirty...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris , an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a  physical. &lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morris and  said, 'You're really doing great, aren't  you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris replied, 'Just doing what you said, Doc: 'Get a  hot mamma and be cheerful.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, 'I didn't say that.. I said, 'You've got a heart murmur; be  careful.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  little old man shuffled  slowly into an ice cream parlour and pulled  himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool.  After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress asked kindly, 'Crushed nuts?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,'  he replied, 'Arthritis.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3529523732750886531?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3529523732750886531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/senior-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3529523732750886531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3529523732750886531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/senior-moments.html' title='Senior Moments'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5328150060293736569</id><published>2010-02-06T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:45:08.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is no way the wool you are pulling over our eyes!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIgj_FKQfjc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIgj_FKQfjc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;quot;Always we are finding ... there is no way the wool you are pulling over our eyes.&amp;quot;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5328150060293736569?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5328150060293736569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-no-way-wool-you-are-pulling-over-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5328150060293736569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5328150060293736569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-no-way-wool-you-are-pulling-over-our.html' title='&amp;quot;There is no way the wool you are pulling over our eyes!&amp;quot;'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1225233211019635720</id><published>2010-02-06T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:58:23.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware what you say at McDonalds!</title><content type='html'>A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, she says to the clerk, 'I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'About 32,' is the reply.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nope! I'm exactly 50,' the woman says happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replies, 'I'd guess about 29.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replies with a big smile, 'Nope, I'm 50..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk responds, 'Oh, I'd say 30..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she proudly responds, 'I'm 50, but thank you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, 'Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra.  Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally blurts out, 'What the hell, go ahead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes of this, she says, 'Okay, okay....How old am I?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, 'Madam, you are 50.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned and amazed, the woman says, 'That was incredible, how could you tell?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man says, 'Promise you won't get mad?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I promise I won't' she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was standing behind you at McDonalds.'&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1225233211019635720?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1225233211019635720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/beware-what-you-say-at-mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1225233211019635720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1225233211019635720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/beware-what-you-say-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Beware what you say at McDonalds!'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2868530331755719767</id><published>2010-02-03T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:27:39.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night ...</title><content type='html'>... as I was sitting in the living room with a few friends, I said to them, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re such assholes ... &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2868530331755719767?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2868530331755719767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2868530331755719767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2868530331755719767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night.html' title='Last night ...'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-7815660381253999466</id><published>2010-02-03T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:25:21.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like the bed next to mine???</title><content type='html'>Last month whilst I was visiting a local lunatic assylum, I asked the director what criteria  were used to institutionalise inmates.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He replied that they filled a bath-tub with water and gave the potential person a teaspoon, a cup and a bucket and then told him or her to empty the bath-tub.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I get it," I said smuggly, "if they don't choose the bucket, being the biggest and therefore the quickest way to empty the bath-tub, they get institutionalised, right?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Wrong," he replied, "a sane person would simply pull the plug.  Would you like a bed near the window?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Did you get the right andwer or would you like the bed next to mine????? &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-7815660381253999466?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7815660381253999466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-you-like-bed-next-to-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7815660381253999466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7815660381253999466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-you-like-bed-next-to-mine.html' title='Would you like the bed next to mine???'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5357297039715099414</id><published>2010-02-03T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:22:58.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>DO  YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE A KID AND YOUR  PARENTS LINED YOU UP AGAINST   &lt;br /&gt;A  DOOR FRAME TO MARK HOW TALL YOU WERE AND DATED  THE MARK? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, THIS CARTOON BRINGS A  WHOLE NEW PERSPECTIVE TO THAT EXERCISE!  &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S2lATU9T_dI/AAAAAAAABdE/TZCbDZPhikY/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S2lATU9T_dI/AAAAAAAABdE/TZCbDZPhikY/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433945126186778066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5357297039715099414?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5357297039715099414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5357297039715099414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5357297039715099414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S2lATU9T_dI/AAAAAAAABdE/TZCbDZPhikY/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3713459982839666903</id><published>2010-02-03T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:21:08.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S2k_5Zo9H5I/AAAAAAAABc8/8arlkCF3tY4/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S2k_5Zo9H5I/AAAAAAAABc8/8arlkCF3tY4/s400/1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433944680766971794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A New Zealand farmer walks into the bedroom with a sheep on a leash and says, "Honey, this is the cow I make love to when you have a headache." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, lying in the bed reading a book, looks up and says, &lt;br /&gt;"If you weren't such an idiot, you'd know that's a sheep, not a cow." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy replies, "If you weren't such a presumptuous bitch, &lt;br /&gt;you'd realize I was talking to the sheep." &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3713459982839666903?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3713459982839666903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3713459982839666903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3713459982839666903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheep.html' title='Sheep'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/S2k_5Zo9H5I/AAAAAAAABc8/8arlkCF3tY4/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1229497920094626062</id><published>2010-01-28T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:25:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilled beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A guy sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender filled his mug and slid it down the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sliding down the bar, the mug hit a blond woman's boobs and splashed all over them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender went over, retrieved the mug and licked the beer off her boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time the guy called for another beer this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his third beer, the guy decided to help the bartender out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time the bartender hit her boobs, the man jumped up and started to lick them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decked him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was laying on the floor moaning, 'Jeez lady.. Why'd you let the bartender lick your boobs, but not me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Duh,' said the blond, 'He has a licker license!' &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1229497920094626062?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1229497920094626062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/spilled-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1229497920094626062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1229497920094626062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/spilled-beer.html' title='Spilled beer'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2038389020339426257</id><published>2010-01-28T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:24:11.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irish Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Mick, from Dublin, appeared on 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' and towards the end of the program had already won £500,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You've done very well so far,' said, Chris Tarrant , the show's presenter, 'but for a million pounds you've only got one life-line left - phone a friend. Everything is riding on this question...... will you go for it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure,'said Mick,'I'll have a go!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the following birds does not build its own nest? a) Sparrow, b) Thrush, c) Magpie, d)Cuckoo?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I haven't got a clue,' said Mick,'so I'll use me last lifeline and phone me friend Paddy back home in Dublin .' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick called up his mate, and told him the circumstances and repeated the question to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fookin hell, Mick!' cried Paddy. 'Dat's simple......it's a cuckoo.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you sure?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm fookin sure.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick hung up the phone and told Chris , 'I'll go wit Cuckoo as me answer.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is that your final answer?' asked Chris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dat it is, Sir.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long - long pause, and then the presenter screamed, 'Cuckoo is the correct answer! Mick, you've won 1 million pounds!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, Mick invited Paddy to their local pub to buy him a drink...'Tell me, Paddy? How in Heaven's name did you know it was da Cuckoo that doesn't build its own nest?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because he lives in a Fookin clock!'&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2038389020339426257?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2038389020339426257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/irish-millionaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2038389020339426257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2038389020339426257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/irish-millionaire.html' title='The Irish Millionaire'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5104777481587053201</id><published>2010-01-28T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:20:14.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;As we age, we tend to end up seeing more of the medical establishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, my doctor referred me to a female urologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her yesterday and she is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's beautiful and unbelievably sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that I have to stop masturbating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her why, she said, "Because I'm trying to examine you"&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5104777481587053201?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5104777481587053201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-care-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5104777481587053201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5104777481587053201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-care-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t care anymore!'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2038235360843110914</id><published>2010-01-17T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:03:22.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crocodile</title><content type='html'>A blonde was on vacation and driving through Darwin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She desperately wanted to take home a pair of genuine crocodile shoes but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After becoming very frustrated with the 'no haggle on prices' attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde shouted, "Well then, maybe I'll just go out and catch my own crocodile, so I can get a pair of shoes for free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper said with a sly, knowing smile, 'Little lady, just go and give it a try'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde headed out toward the river, determined to catch a crocodile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day, as the shopkeeper is driving home, he pulls over to the side of the bank where he spots the same young woman standing waist deep in the murky water, shotgun in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he spots a huge 3-metre croc swimming rapidly toward her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lightning speed, she takes aim, kills the creature and hauls it onto the slimy banks of the river.  Lying nearby were seven more of the dead creatures, all lying on their backs.  The shopkeeper stood on the bank, watching in silent amazement.  The blonde struggled and flipped the croc onto its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling her eyes heavenward and screaming in great frustration, she shouts out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'SH!T, SH!T, SH!T.  THIS ONE'S BAREFOOT, TOO'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2038235360843110914?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2038235360843110914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/crocodile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2038235360843110914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2038235360843110914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/crocodile.html' title='Crocodile'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2583898152485209013</id><published>2010-01-17T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:42:19.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdSaWW9vuow&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdSaWW9vuow&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;P&gt;Visit &lt;A HREF="http://www.mrsbrownsboys.com/Mrs_Brown/Welcome.html" target="_blog"&gt;www.mrsbrownsboys.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2583898152485209013?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2583898152485209013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/mrs-brown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2583898152485209013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2583898152485209013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/mrs-brown.html' title='Mrs Brown'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8799954197772459595</id><published>2010-01-17T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:35:54.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another joke</title><content type='html'>While in China, a man is very sexually promiscuous and does not use a condom all the time he is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;A week after arriving back home in the States, he wakes one morning to find his penis covered with bright green and purple spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, he immediately goes to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor, never having seen anything like this before, orders some tests and tells the man to return in two days for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man returns a couple of days later and the doctor says, 'I've got bad news for you, you've contracted Mongolian VD. It's very rare and almost unheard of here, we know very little about it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looks a little perplexed and says, 'Well, give me a shot or something and fix me up, Doc.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor answers, 'I'm sorry, there's no known cure.   We're going to have to amputate it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man screams in horror, 'Absolutely not,! I want a second opinion.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replies, 'Well, go ahead, if you want but surgery is your only choice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the man seeks out a Chinese doctor, figuring that he'll know more about the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese doctor examines his penis and proclaims, 'Ah, Yes, Mongolian VD.   Vewy ware disease.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says to the doctor, 'Yeah, yeah, I already know that but what can we do?  My American doctor wants to operate and amputate it,!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese doctor shakes his head and laughs.  'Stupid American docttah, always want to opawate. Make more money dat way.  No need to amputate.!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Thank God,!' the man replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' says the Chinese doctor,    'Wait two weeks.. Fawl off by self !'&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8799954197772459595?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8799954197772459595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8799954197772459595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8799954197772459595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-joke.html' title='Just another joke'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-6964920518881527760</id><published>2010-01-16T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:52:46.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Civilisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaCZI8eHxMk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaCZI8eHxMk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&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/6154099582018701029-6964920518881527760?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6964920518881527760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-civilisation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6964920518881527760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6964920518881527760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-civilisation.html' title='The End of Civilisation'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1140752463026265188</id><published>2010-01-16T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:43:04.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamomile Tea</title><content type='html'>A woman goes to the doctor, beaten black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Doctor, I don't know what to do. Every time my husband comes homedrunk he beats me to a pulp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "I have a real good medicine for that. When your husband comes home drunk, just take a glass of chamomile tea and start gargling with it. Just gargle and gargle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later the woman comes back to the doctor looking fresh and reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: "Doctor, that was a brilliant idea! Every time my husband came home drunk, I gargled with chamomile tea. I gargled and gargled, and nothing happened!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "You see how keeping your mouth shut helps?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1140752463026265188?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1140752463026265188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/chamomile-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1140752463026265188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1140752463026265188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/chamomile-tea.html' title='Chamomile Tea'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-296974345277868</id><published>2010-01-15T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:49:39.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Romantic Scotsman</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"A penny for your thoughts, Angus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, uh, I was thinkin'...perhaps it's aboot time for a wee kiss." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl blushed, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he blushed. The two turned once again to gaze out over the loch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes passed and the girl spoke again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another penny for your thoughts, Angus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, uh, I was thinkin' perhaps it's noo time aboot time for a wee cuddle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl blushed, then leaned over and cuddled him for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he blushed. Then the two turned once again to gaze out over the loch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, she again said, "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, uh, I was thinkin' perhaps it's aboot time you let me put my hand on your leg." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl blushed, then took his hand and put it on her knee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he blushed. The the two turned once again to gaze out over the lock before the girl spoke again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another penny for your thoughts, Angus." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man glanced down with a furled brow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, noo," he said, "my thoughts are a wee bit more serious this time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" said the lass in a whisper, filled with anticipation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aye," said the lad, nodding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked away in shyness, began to blush, and bit her lip in anticipation of the ultimate request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "Dae ye nae think it's aboot time ye paid me the first three pennies?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-296974345277868?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/296974345277868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/romantic-scotsman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/296974345277868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/296974345277868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/romantic-scotsman.html' title='The Romantic Scotsman'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3215239095682714259</id><published>2010-01-13T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:24:36.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Application</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A guy goes to the Post Office to apply for a job.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The interviewer asks him, "Are you allergic to anything?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He replies, "Yes - caffeine." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever been in the military service?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he says "I was in Iraq for two years" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The interviewer says, "That will give you 5 extra points toward employment."  Then he asks, "Are you disabled in any way?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "Yes. A bomb exploded near me and I lost both of my testicles."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The interviewer grimaces and then says, "O.K. You've got enough points for me to hire you right now. Our normal hours are from 8:00A.M. to 4:00 P.M. You can start tomorrow at 10:00 - and plan on starting at 10:00 A.M. every day."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The guy is puzzled and asks, "If the work hours are from 8:00 A.M. to 4:00 P..M., why don't you want me to here until 10:00 A.M.?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"This is a government job," the interviewer says, "For the first two hours, we just stand around drinking coffee and scratching our balls. No point in you coming in for that."&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3215239095682714259?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3215239095682714259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3215239095682714259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3215239095682714259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-application.html' title='Job Application'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-7674072031419325114</id><published>2010-01-13T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:23:29.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golfer</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A golfer playing in Ireland hooked his drive into the woods. &lt;br /&gt;Looking for his ball, he found a little Leprechaun flat on his back, a big bump on his head and the golfer's ball beside him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Horrified, the golfer got his water bottle from the cart and poured it over the little guy, reviving him. &lt;br /&gt;''Arrgh! What happened?'' the Leprechaun asked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;''I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball'', the golfer says. &lt;br /&gt;''Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square. Ye get three wishes, so whaddya want?'' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;''Thank God, you're all right!'' the golfer answers in relief. ''I don't want anything, I'm just glad you're OK, and I apologize.'' &lt;br /&gt;And the golfer walks off. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;''What a nice guy,'' the Leprechaun says to himself. &lt;br /&gt;I have to do something for him. I'll give him the three things I would want... a great golf game, all the money he ever needs, and a fantastic sex life.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A year goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole, he again hits a bad drive into the woods and the Leprechaun is there waiting for him. &lt;br /&gt;''Twas me that made ye hit the ball here,'' the little guy says. ''I just want to ask ye, how's yer golf game?'' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;''My game is fantastic!'' the golfer answers. ''I'm an internationally famous golfer now.'' He adds, ''By the way, it's good to see you're all right.'' &lt;br /&gt;''Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me, how's yer money situation?'' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;''Why, it's just wonderful!'' the golfer states. ''When I need cash, I just reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills I didn't even know were there!'' &lt;br /&gt;''I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life?'' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly, ''It's OK.'' &lt;br /&gt;''C'mon, c'mon now,'' urged the Leprechaun, ''I'm wanting to know if I did a good job. How many times a week?'' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers, ''Once, sometimes twice a week.'' &lt;br /&gt;''What??'' responds the Leprechaun in shock. ''That's all? Only once or twice a week?'' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;''Well,'' says the golfer, ''I figure that's not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish.''&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-7674072031419325114?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7674072031419325114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/golfer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7674072031419325114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7674072031419325114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/golfer.html' title='The Golfer'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4373461185704863788</id><published>2010-01-01T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:47:54.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dastardly cricketer</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A lady walked into a Police Station and the desk sargeant said "Can I help you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" she said, "I'd like to report a case of sexual assault". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did it happen?" the Sergeant asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the park just down the road" she replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you describe what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I was walking along the footpath in the park near the trees when a man jumped out of the bushes and dragged me in there, removed my underwear then he dropped his pants to his knees and had his way with me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you give me a description of him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, he was wearing white shoes, long white trousers, a white shirt and he had these two big long pads from his feet up to and over his knees, one on each leg".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds to me like he was a cricketer, most probably a batsman", said the Sergeant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", said the lady, "He was an English Cricketer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's very observant", said the Sergeant, "You worked that out from his accent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", she replied. "I worked it out because he wasn't in for very long".&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-4373461185704863788?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4373461185704863788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/dastardly-cricketer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4373461185704863788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4373461185704863788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/dastardly-cricketer.html' title='The dastardly cricketer'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2453777545084703317</id><published>2010-01-01T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:46:45.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that the world is nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;In Lebanon , men are legally allowed to have sex with animals, but the animals must be female. Having sexual relations with a male animal is punishable by death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Like THAT makes sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bahrain , a male doctor may legally examine a woman's genitals, but is prohibited from looking directly at them during the examination. He may only see their reflection in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do they look different reversed?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslims are banned from looking at the genitals of a corpse. This also applies to undertakers. The sex organs of the deceased must be covered with a brick or piece of wood at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A brick?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penalty for masturbation in Indonesia is decapitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Much worse than 'going blind!') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are men in Guam whose full-time job is to travel the countryside and deflower young virgins, who pay them for the privilege of having sex for the first time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason: under Guam law, it is expressly forbidden for virgins to marry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's just think for a minute; is there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any job anywhere else in the world that even comes close to this?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hong Kong , a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her adulterous husband, but may only do so with her bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Golf Clubs . . . I hear a 3 iron works well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's illicit lover, on the other hand, may be killed in any manner desired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah! Justice!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool , England  - but only in tropical fish stores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But of course!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cali , Colombia , a woman may only have sex with her husband, and the first time this happens, her mother must be in the room to witness the act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Makes one shudder at the thought.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Santa Cruz , Bolivia , it is illegal for a man to have sex with a woman and her daughter at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I presume this was a big enough problem that they had to pass this law?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Maryland , it is illegal to sell condoms from vending machines with one exception: Prophylactics may be dispensed from a vending machine only in places where alcoholic beverages are sold for consumption on the premises.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is this a great country or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,.... not as great as Guam !) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who volunteers for these tests?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weight and always falls over on its right side when intoxicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From drinking little bottles of ???) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Did our government pay for this research??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, geez.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish don't have brains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that, too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the best for last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles can breathe through their butts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I thought I had bad breath in the morning!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for reading this.  If you need to reach me in the future, I will be in Guam !!!!!!&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2453777545084703317?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2453777545084703317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/proff-that-world-is-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2453777545084703317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2453777545084703317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2010/01/proff-that-world-is-nuts.html' title='Proof that the world is nuts'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2932737973101338405</id><published>2009-12-27T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:11:49.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last:  an orthopedic bed for men!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SzfpdFXCB2I/AAAAAAAABUo/t3NncUJuA7g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SzfpdFXCB2I/AAAAAAAABUo/t3NncUJuA7g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420057362427938658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;Can be ordered in three firmness levels......"saline, silicone or natural" in sizes C - DDDD ........ anyone wanting less than a C should just sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available only at 'Butts, Boobs &amp; Beyond' &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2932737973101338405?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2932737973101338405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-last-orthopedic-bed-for-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2932737973101338405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2932737973101338405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-last-orthopedic-bed-for-men.html' title='At last:  an orthopedic bed for men!'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SzfpdFXCB2I/AAAAAAAABUo/t3NncUJuA7g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-9203721521741302658</id><published>2009-12-16T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:07:16.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SymuYUuFgWI/AAAAAAAABS4/QJsTybYk_Cc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SymuYUuFgWI/AAAAAAAABS4/QJsTybYk_Cc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416051759791833442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;I'm not sure who this woman is, but apparently she knows you.&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-9203721521741302658?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9203721521741302658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/9203721521741302658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/9203721521741302658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-you-know.html' title='Someone you know?'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SymuYUuFgWI/AAAAAAAABS4/QJsTybYk_Cc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3061614329355952224</id><published>2009-12-16T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:03:25.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SymtiDWpbZI/AAAAAAAABSo/Wk5LIz5VtZk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SymtiDWpbZI/AAAAAAAABSo/Wk5LIz5VtZk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416050827417185682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3061614329355952224?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3061614329355952224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3061614329355952224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3061614329355952224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-advice.html' title='Good advice'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SymtiDWpbZI/AAAAAAAABSo/Wk5LIz5VtZk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-729446695440092697</id><published>2009-12-16T19:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:43:49.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken identity</title><content type='html'>A guy goes to the supermarket and notices a beautiful blonde woman wave at him and say hello. &lt;br /&gt;He's rather taken back, because he can't place where he knows her from.  So he says, "Do you know me?" To which she replies, "I think you are the father of one of my kids." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I laid on the pool table with all my buddies watching, while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery and then stuck a carrot up my arse???" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks into his eyes and calmly says, "No, I'm your son's maths teacher."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-729446695440092697?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/729446695440092697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistaken-identity_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/729446695440092697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/729446695440092697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistaken-identity_16.html' title='Mistaken identity'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-316726758212813412</id><published>2009-12-16T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:42:08.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A conversation</title><content type='html'>A stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, 'Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, 'What would you like to talk about?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I don 't know,' said the stranger. 'How about nuclear power?' and he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ' she said. 'That could be an interesting topic.  But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass - . Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, 'Hmmm, I have no idea.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the little girl replies, 'Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don't know sh*t?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-316726758212813412?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/316726758212813412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/316726758212813412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/316726758212813412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation.html' title='A conversation'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1971206591766645061</id><published>2009-12-16T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:41:17.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth and pain</title><content type='html'>A married couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered. &lt;br /&gt;Upon their arrival, the doctor said that the hospital was testing an amazing new high-tech machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labour pain to the baby's father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if they were interested. Both said they were very much in favour of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor set the pain transfer to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before. But as the labour progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and kick it up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband was still feeling fine. The doctor then checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point they decided to try for 50%. The husband continued to feel quite well. Since the pain transfer was obviously helping the wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain and the husband had experienced none. &lt;br /&gt;She and her husband were ecstatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home they found the postman dead on the porch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1971206591766645061?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1971206591766645061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/birth-and-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1971206591766645061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1971206591766645061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/birth-and-pain.html' title='Birth and pain'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-334566968632703033</id><published>2009-12-12T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:09:05.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sx3kD3NYnpI/AAAAAAAABQY/yYz12dIBvos/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sx3DitsCVSI/AAAAAAAABQI/VUJ3gBsz_O8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412697328316470562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5325115761089055253?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5325115761089055253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/australians-lead-in-technical-jargon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5325115761089055253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5325115761089055253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/australians-lead-in-technical-jargon.html' title='Australians lead in technical jargon'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sx3DitsCVSI/AAAAAAAABQI/VUJ3gBsz_O8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1831586700740834135</id><published>2009-12-07T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:03:20.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the 'T' shirt that she normally slept in. &lt;br /&gt;As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to make love to me this very moment!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes lit up and I thought, "I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!" Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards she said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still around her neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, "What was that all about?" She explained, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The egg timer is broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1831586700740834135?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1831586700740834135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1831586700740834135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1831586700740834135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-sex.html' title='Morning sex'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-7528508575221376699</id><published>2009-12-06T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:11:14.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commandments 1 to 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Commandment 1 &lt;br /&gt;Marriages are made in heaven.  But then again, so is thunder and lightning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 2 &lt;br /&gt;If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say, talk in your sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 3 &lt;br /&gt;Marriage is grand - and divorce is at least a 100 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 4 &lt;br /&gt;Married life is very frustrating.  In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the neighbours listen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 5 &lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: either the car is new or the wife is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 6&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is when a man and woman become as one; the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 7 &lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something you said. &lt;br /&gt;After marriage, he will fall asleep before you finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 8 &lt;br /&gt;Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical, and a good cook. But the law allows only one wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 9 &lt;br /&gt;Marriage and love are purely a matter of chemistry. That is why one treats the other like toxic waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 10&lt;br /&gt;A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Commandment Story &lt;br /&gt;A long married couple came upon a wishing well.. &lt;br /&gt;The wife leaned over, made a wish and threw in a penny. &lt;br /&gt;The husband decided to make a wish too. &lt;br /&gt;But he leaned over too much, fell into the well, and drowned. &lt;br /&gt;The wife was stunned for a moment, &lt;br /&gt;But then smiled, &lt;br /&gt;“It really works!” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-7528508575221376699?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7528508575221376699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/commandments-1-to-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7528508575221376699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7528508575221376699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/commandments-1-to-10.html' title='Commandments 1 to 10'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4656628752302221398</id><published>2009-12-06T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:07:33.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sxw2hFqN0gI/AAAAAAAABNQ/R2LkfpwmPuM/s1600-h/exam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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There will be a cash bar and plenty of drinks!  We'll have a small band playing traditional carols... feel free to sing along.  And don't be surprised if our CEO shows up dressed as Santa Claus!  A Christmas tree will be lit at 1:00 PM.  Exchanges of gifts among employees can be done at that time; however, no gift should be over $10.00 to make the giving of gifts easy for everyone's pockets.  This gathering is only for employees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our CEO will make a special announcement at that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you and your family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company Memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:       Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO:             All Employees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE:        October 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:             Gala Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way was yesterday's memo intended to exclude our Jewish employees.  We recognize that Hanukkah is an important holiday, which often coincides with Christmas, though unfortunately not this year.  However, from now on, we're calling it our "Holiday Party."  The same policy applies to any other employees who are not Christians and to those still celebrating Reconciliation Day.  There will be no Christmas tree and no Christmas carols will be sung.  We will have other types of music for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to you and your family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company Memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:       Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO:             All Employees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE:        October 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:             Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous requesting a non-drinking table, you didn't sign your name.  I'm happy to accommodate this request, but if I put a sign on a table that reads, "AA Only", you wouldn't be anonymous anymore.  How am I supposed to handle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry, but forget about the gift exchange, no gifts are allowed since the union members feel that $10.00 is too much money and the executives believe $10.00 is a little chintzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: NO GIFTS EXCHANGE WILL BE ALLOWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company Memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:       Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:              All Employees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE:        October 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:             Generic Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a diverse group we are!  I had no idea that December 20th begins the Muslim holy month of Ramadan, which forbids eating and drinking during daylight hours.  There goes the party!  Seriously, we can appreciate how a luncheon at this time of year does not accommodate our Muslim employees' beliefs.  Perhaps the Grill House can hold off on serving your meal until the end of the party or else package everything for you to take it home in little foil doggy baggy.  Will that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've arranged for members of Weight Watchers to sit farthest from the dessert buffet, and pregnant women will get the table closest to the restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gays are allowed to sit with each other.  Lesbians do not have to sit with Gay men, each group will have their own table.  Yes, there will be flower arrangement for the Gay men's table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person asking permission to cross dress, the Grill House asks that no cross-dressing be allowed, apparently because of concerns about confusion in the restrooms.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have booster seats for short people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low-fat food will be available for those on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to report that we cannot control the amount of salt used in the food.  The Grill House suggests that people with high blood pressure taste a bite first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be fresh "low sugar" fruits as dessert for diabetics, but the restaurant cannot supply "no sugar" desserts. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss anything?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company Memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:       Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO:             All F..... Employees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE:        October 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:             The F... Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had it with you vegetarian pricks!!!  We're going to keep this party at the Grill House whether you like it or not, so you can sit quietly at the table furthest from the "grill of death," as you so quaintly put it, and you'll get your f...... salad bar, including organic tomatoes.  But you know, tomatoes have feelings, too.  They scream when you slice them.  I've heard them scream.  I'm hearing them scream right NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you f...... weirdos can kiss my a...  I hope you all have a rotten holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive drunk and die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bitch from Hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company Memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:       Joan Bishop, Acting Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE:        October 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:             Patty Lewis and Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I speak for all of us in wishing Patty Lewis a speedy recovery and I'll continue to forward your cards to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, management has decided to cancel our Holiday Party and give everyone the afternoon of the 23rd off with full pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-4757485380276490421?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4757485380276490421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/gala-christmas-party-keep-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4757485380276490421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4757485380276490421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/gala-christmas-party-keep-reading.html' title='Gala Christmas Party - keep reading'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-6018446952931146409</id><published>2009-12-04T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:12:11.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final word on diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxndRW0bFzI/AAAAAAAABMY/qhCSi7hG9BI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxndRW0bFzI/AAAAAAAABMY/qhCSi7hG9BI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411599717515335474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true? &lt;br /&gt;A: Heart only good for so many beats, and that it.... Don't waste on exercise. Everything wear out eventually.. Speed up heart not make live longer; that like say you can extend life of car by driving faster. Want live longer? Take nap. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables? &lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does cow eat? Hay and corn. What are these? Vegetables. So, steak nothing more than efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef also good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And pork chop can give 100% recommended daily allowance of vegetable products. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake? &lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine. That means they take water out of fruity bit; get even more of goodness that way. Beer also made out of grain.. Bottoms up! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio? &lt;br /&gt;A: If you have body and you have fat, ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, ratio is two to one, etc. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program? &lt;br /&gt;A: Cannot think of single one, sorry. My philosophy: No Pain...Good! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you? &lt;br /&gt;A: YOU NOT LISTENING!!! ... Foods fried in vegetable oil. How getting more vegetables be bad for you? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle? &lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise muscle, it get bigger. You should only do sit-ups if want bigger stomach. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me? &lt;br /&gt;A: You crazy? HELLO… Cocoa beans! Vegetable!!! Cocoa beans best feel-good food around! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure? &lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming good for figure, explain whales to me. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle? &lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is shape! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;AND..... &lt;br /&gt;For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies: &lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. &lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. &lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. &lt;br /&gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. &lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION &lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-6018446952931146409?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6018446952931146409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-word-on-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6018446952931146409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6018446952931146409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-word-on-diet.html' title='Final word on diet'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxndRW0bFzI/AAAAAAAABMY/qhCSi7hG9BI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5421984644117393384</id><published>2009-12-04T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:08:24.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An incredible story of luck and inspiration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;If this does not touch your heart, then you just don't have one..... &lt;P&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxncY4XyKHI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bECCUXfa350/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxncY4XyKHI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bECCUXfa350/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411598747269474418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;Can you believe it? This guy wins $181 million in the lottery last Wednesday, and then finds the love of his life just 2 days later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about LUCK! &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5421984644117393384?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5421984644117393384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/incredible-stpry-of-luck-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5421984644117393384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5421984644117393384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/incredible-stpry-of-luck-and.html' title='An incredible story of luck and inspiration!'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxncY4XyKHI/AAAAAAAABMQ/bECCUXfa350/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-701160706480426243</id><published>2009-12-04T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:05:50.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Ventroloquist</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;An Australian ventriloquist visiting New Zealand walks into a small village and sees a local sitting on his veranda patting his dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He figures he'll have a little fun, so he says to a local , &lt;br /&gt;'G'day, mind if I talk to your dog?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villager: 'The dog doesn't talk, you stupid Aussie.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: 'Hello dog, how's it going mate?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: 'Yeah, doin' all right.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi (look of extreme shock) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: 'Is this villager your owner?' (pointing at the Villager) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: 'Yep' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: 'How does he treat you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog: 'Yeah, real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food And takes me to the lake once a week to play.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: (look of utter disbelief) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: 'Mind if I talk to your horse?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: 'Uh, the horse doesn't talk either....I think.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: 'Hey horse, how's it going?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse: 'Cool' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: (absolutely dumbfounded) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: 'Is this your owner?' (Pointing at the villager) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse: 'Yep' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: How does he treat you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse: 'Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, Brushes me down often and keeps me in the shed to protect me from the Elements..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: (total look of amazement) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventriloquist: 'Mind if I talk to your sheep?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi: (in a panic) 'The sheep's a fucken liar.&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-701160706480426243?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/701160706480426243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/australian-ventroloquist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/701160706480426243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/701160706480426243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/australian-ventroloquist.html' title='Australian Ventroloquist'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-271433389945248685</id><published>2009-12-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:04:01.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket toward the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my, I am so sorry,' the woman says as she pops her eye back in place.   'Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you,' she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theatre followed by drinks.  They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. She listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. &lt;br /&gt;The guy is amazed. Everything had been SO incredible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know,' he said, 'you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' she replies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspense is killing you, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'You just happened to catch my eye.'&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-271433389945248685?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/271433389945248685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/glass-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/271433389945248685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/271433389945248685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/glass-eye.html' title='Glass eye'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1451867210128535749</id><published>2009-12-04T20:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:02:46.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><content type='html'>Val and her husband Ron went for counselling after 47 years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;When asked what the problem was, Val went into a passionate, painful  tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 47 years they had been married.   She went on and on and on:- neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking Val to stand, embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, put his hands on her breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while kissing her passionately as her husband Ron watched with a raised eyebrow!    Val shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down while basking in the glow of being highly aroused.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The therapist turned to Ron and said, '"This is what your wife needs at least three times a week.  Can you do this?"  Ron thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf."&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1451867210128535749?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1451867210128535749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1451867210128535749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1451867210128535749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5314861972631955184</id><published>2009-12-04T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:00:43.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation Starter</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxnazEXlo4I/AAAAAAAABMI/evacnoWVPqQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxnazEXlo4I/AAAAAAAABMI/evacnoWVPqQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411596998143222658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;Having already downed a few power drinks, she turned around, faced him, looked him straight in the eye and said, "Listen here  good-looking, I screw anybody, any time, anywhere, your place, my place, in the car, front door, back door, on the ground, standing up, sitting down, naked or with clothes on, dirty, clean .... it doesn't matter to me.  I've been doing it ever since I got out of college and I just love it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes now wide with interest, he responded ''No kidding. I'm a lawyer, too. What firm are you with?"&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5314861972631955184?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5314861972631955184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation-starter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5314861972631955184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5314861972631955184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/conversation-starter.html' title='Conversation Starter'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SxnazEXlo4I/AAAAAAAABMI/evacnoWVPqQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-7584347496823696120</id><published>2009-12-04T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:03:05.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Management Technique</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Just in case you are having a rough day, here is a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals. The funny thing is that it really does work and will make you smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      1. Picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream..&lt;br /&gt;      2. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water.&lt;br /&gt;      3. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air.&lt;br /&gt;      4. No one knows your secret place.&lt;br /&gt;      5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world.&lt;br /&gt;      6. The soothing sound of a gentle water fall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.&lt;br /&gt;      7. The water is so clear that you can easily make out the face of the person you are holding underwater. &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-7584347496823696120?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7584347496823696120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/streee-management-technique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7584347496823696120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/7584347496823696120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/12/streee-management-technique.html' title='Stress Management Technique'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8163173961987038764</id><published>2009-10-16T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:17:24.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not welcome in church</title><content type='html'>A young couple wanted to join the church, the priest told them, 'We have a special requirement for new member couples. You must abstain from sex for one whole month.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple agreed, but after two-and-a-half weeks returned to the Church. When the priest ushered them into his office, the wife was crying and the husband was obviously very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are back so soon...Is there a problem?' the priest inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are terribly ashamed to admit that we did not manage to abstain from sex for the required month.' The young man replied sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest asked him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, the first week was difficult... However, we managed to abstain through sheer willpower. The second week was terrible, but with the use of prayer, we managed to abstain. However, the third week was unbearable. We tried cold showers, Prayer, reading from the Bible....anything to keep our minds off Carnal Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon my wife reached for a can of paint and dropped it. When she bent over to pick it up, I was overcome with lust and I just had my way with her right then and there. It was lustful, loud, passionate sex. It lasted for over an hour and when we were done we were both drenched in sweat,' admitted the man, shamefacedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest lowered his head and said sternly, 'You understand this means you will not be welcome in our church.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We know.' said the young man, hanging his head, 'We're not welcome at Woolworths either.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8163173961987038764?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8163173961987038764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-welcome-in-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8163173961987038764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8163173961987038764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-welcome-in-church.html' title='Not welcome in church'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1557334345684264062</id><published>2009-10-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:16:09.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A London Lawyer</title><content type='html'>A London lawyer runs a stop sign and gets pulled over by a Glasgow copper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that he is smarter than the cop because he is a lawyer from LONDON and is certain that he has a better education then any cop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decides to prove this to himself and have some fun at the Glasgow cops expense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow cop says,         " Licence and registration, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Lawyer says,     "What for?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow cop says,        "Ye didnae come to a complete stop at the stop sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Lawyer says,    "I slowed down, and no one was coming." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow cop says,        "Ye still didnae come to a complete stop. Licence and registration, please"                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Lawyer says,   "What's the difference?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow cop says,       "The difference is, ye huvte to come to complete stop, that's the law, Licence and registration, please!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London Lawyer says,   "If you can show me the legal difference between slow down and stop, I'll give you my licence and registration and you give me the ticket. If not, you let me go and don't give me the ticket." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasgow cop says,       "Sounds fair. Exit your vehicle, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The London Lawyer exits his vehicle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glasgow cop takes out his baton and starts beating the f*ck out of the lawyer and says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dae ye want me to stop, or just slow doon?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1557334345684264062?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1557334345684264062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/london-lawyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1557334345684264062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1557334345684264062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/london-lawyer.html' title='A London Lawyer'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-412732273966399500</id><published>2009-10-13T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:26:48.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never underestimate the power of a great story</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6EJfM59ZO4&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6EJfM59ZO4&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-412732273966399500?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/412732273966399500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-underestimate-power-of-good-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/412732273966399500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/412732273966399500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-underestimate-power-of-good-story.html' title='Never underestimate the power of a great story'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4222930912516004260</id><published>2009-10-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:11:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Traffic Controllers</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!" &lt;br /&gt;Delta 351: "Give  us another hint!  We have digital watches!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 degrees." &lt;br /&gt;TWA  2341: "Centre, we are at 35,000 feet.. How much noise can we make up here?" &lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From  an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff  queue: "I'm f...ing bored!" &lt;br /&gt;Ground  Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!" &lt;br /&gt;Unknown  aircraft: "I said I was f...ing bored, not f...ing stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Hare  Approach Control to a 747: "United 329 heavy, your traffic is a Fokker, one o'clock, three miles, eastbound." &lt;br /&gt;United 329: "Approach, I've always wanted to say this...I've got the little Fokker in sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar, ATC asked, "What was your last known position?" &lt;br /&gt;Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an  exceedingly long roll out after touching down. &lt;br /&gt;San  Jose  Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able.. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  Pan Am 727 flight, waiting for start clearance in Munich , overheard the following: &lt;br /&gt;Lufthansa (in  German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?" &lt;br /&gt;Ground  (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English." &lt;br /&gt;Lufthansa  (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in  Germany.  Why must I speak  English?"&lt;br /&gt;Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Eastern 702, cleared for takeoff, contact departure on frequency 124.7" &lt;br /&gt;Eastern  702: "Tower, Eastern 702 switching to Departure. By the way,after we lifted off we saw some kind of dead animal on the far end of the runway." &lt;br /&gt;Tower: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff behind Eastern 702, contact Departure on frequency 124.7. Did you copy that report from Eastern 702?" &lt;br /&gt;Continental 635: "Continental 635, cleared for takeoff, roger; and yes, we copied Eastern. We've already notified our caterers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?" &lt;br /&gt;The  Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by,  came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  German air controllers at  Frankfurt  Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but  how to get there without any assistance from them.  So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between  Frankfurt  ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign  Speedbird 206.&lt;br /&gt;Speedbird 206: "Frankfurt, Speedbird 206! Clear of active runway." &lt;br /&gt;Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha  One-Seven."&lt;br /&gt;The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop. &lt;br /&gt;Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?" &lt;br /&gt;Speedbird  206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now." &lt;br /&gt;Ground  (with quite arrogant  impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt  before?" &lt;br /&gt;Speedbird  206 (coolly): "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark -- and I didn't land."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taxiing at  London's Airport, the crew of a  US Air flight departing for Ft.  Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose  with a United 727..&lt;br /&gt;An irate female ground controller lashed out at the  US  Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going? I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!" &lt;br /&gt;Continuing  her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now  shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever  to sort this out! You stay right there and don't  move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive  taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want  you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you,  and how I tell you! You got that,  US Air 2771?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am,"  the  humbled crew responded. &lt;br /&gt;Naturally,  the ground control communications frequency fell  terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air  2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate  ground controller in her current state of mind.  Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was  definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot  broke the silence and keyed his microphone,  asking: "Wasn't I married to you once?"  &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-4222930912516004260?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4222930912516004260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/air-traffic-controllers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4222930912516004260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4222930912516004260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/air-traffic-controllers.html' title='Air Traffic Controllers'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-8034790585728221752</id><published>2009-10-08T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:55:11.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Various laws</title><content type='html'>Law of the Workshop:&lt;br /&gt;Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Probability:&lt;br /&gt;The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act.&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Telephone:&lt;br /&gt;If you dial a wrong number, you never get a busy signal.&lt;br /&gt;Variation Law:&lt;br /&gt;If you change lines (or traffic lanes), the one you were in will start to move faster than the one you are in now.&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Bath:&lt;br /&gt;When the body is fully immersed in water, the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Mechanical Repair:&lt;br /&gt;After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Close Encounters:&lt;br /&gt;The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Result:&lt;br /&gt;When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Biomechanics:&lt;br /&gt;The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Theater:&lt;br /&gt;At any event, the people whose seats are furthest from the aisle arrive last.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Coffee:&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you sit down to a cup of hot coffee, Your boss will ask you to do something, which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Lockers:&lt;br /&gt;If there are only two people in a locker room, they will have adjacent lockers.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Rugs/Carpets:&lt;br /&gt;The chances of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down on a floor covering are directly correlated to the newness and cost of the carpet/rug.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Logical Argument:&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Law of Shoes:&lt;br /&gt;If the shoe fits, it's ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-8034790585728221752?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8034790585728221752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/various-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8034790585728221752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/8034790585728221752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/various-laws.html' title='Various laws'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-1497493341166877568</id><published>2009-10-08T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:00:32.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My wife dresses to kill. She also cooks the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my wife a new car. She called and said, “There was water in the carburetor.”&lt;br /&gt;I asked her , “Where’s the car?”&lt;br /&gt;She replied, ”In the lake.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quarrel, a wife said to her husband, “You know, I was a fool when I married you.”&lt;br /&gt;The husband replied, “Yes, dear, but I was in love and didn’t notice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t spoken to my wife in 18 months – I don’t like to interrupt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend told me I should be more affectionate. &lt;br /&gt;So I got myself two girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said his credit card was stolen but he decided not to report it since the thief was spending much less than his wife did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-1497493341166877568?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1497493341166877568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-wives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1497493341166877568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/1497493341166877568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-wives.html' title='About wives'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-4840589543379979050</id><published>2009-10-06T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:21:29.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked cowboy</title><content type='html'>The Sheriff in Waco, Texas, walks out in the street and sees a blonde-haired cowboy coming toward him with nothing on but his cowboy hat, his gun and his boots. He arrests him for indecent exposure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he is locking him up, he asks "Why in the world are you walking around like this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy says, "Well it's like this Sheriff:  I was in this bar down the road and this pretty little red head asks me to go out to her motor home with her. So I did.   We go inside and she pulls off her top and asks me to pull off my shirt... So I did.  Then she pulls off her skirt and asks me to pull off my pants... So I did.  Then she pulls off her panties and asks me to pull off my shorts... So I did. Then she gets on the bed and looks at me kind of sexy and whispers, 'Now go to town cowboy'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So here I am." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;H1&gt;Son of a Gun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde Men do exist!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-4840589543379979050?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4840589543379979050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked-cowboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4840589543379979050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/4840589543379979050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked-cowboy.html' title='Naked cowboy'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5712540029253748310</id><published>2009-10-05T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:52:43.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A true Aussie bloke</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;It's the AFL Grand Final and a man makes his way to his seat right on the Wing. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty. He leans over and asks his neighbour if someone will be sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," says the neighbour. "The seat is empty" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is incredible", said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for AFL Grand Final and not use it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour says, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first AFL Grand Final we haven't been to together since we got married in 1967."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbour to take the seat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man shakes his head, "No, they're all at the funeral." &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5712540029253748310?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5712540029253748310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-aussie-bloke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5712540029253748310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5712540029253748310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-aussie-bloke.html' title='A true Aussie bloke'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3651190811010813688</id><published>2009-09-28T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:01:02.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every man's dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYq7d8FUcXk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYq7d8FUcXk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&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/6154099582018701029-3651190811010813688?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3651190811010813688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-mans-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3651190811010813688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3651190811010813688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-mans-dream.html' title='Every man&apos;s dream'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-6105953459311251463</id><published>2009-09-25T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:45:52.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast in bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sr1kMJVzzZI/AAAAAAAAA44/0IGHKKFx3Q8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sr1kMJVzzZI/AAAAAAAAA44/0IGHKKFx3Q8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385570889233583506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-6105953459311251463?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6105953459311251463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/breakfast-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6105953459311251463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/6105953459311251463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast in bed'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sr1kMJVzzZI/AAAAAAAAA44/0IGHKKFx3Q8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5706102529084661537</id><published>2009-09-25T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:25:55.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The positive approach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/Sr01FmbBiTI/AAAAAAAAA4w/RanwYLeZqms/s1600-h/1.jpg" target="-blog"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrgciRi1eVI/AAAAAAAAA4E/S34ieo4eURs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384084729672071506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrgcUNFfa6I/AAAAAAAAA38/PC67NIg1QRk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrgcUNFfa6I/AAAAAAAAA38/PC67NIg1QRk/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384084487957080994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrgcHsizRqI/AAAAAAAAA30/5w18VpNRxgs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrgcHsizRqI/AAAAAAAAA30/5w18VpNRxgs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384084273063216802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-799343544692796966?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/799343544692796966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/799343544692796966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/799343544692796966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrgciRi1eVI/AAAAAAAAA4E/S34ieo4eURs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-3330561302424576028</id><published>2009-09-20T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:04:02.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican maid</title><content type='html'>Our Mexican maid asked for a pay increase.&lt;br /&gt;    My wife was very upset about this and decided to talk to her about&lt;br /&gt;    the raise.&lt;br /&gt;    She asked: 'Now Maria, why do you want a pay increase?'&lt;br /&gt;    Maria: 'Well, Señora, there are three reasons why I want an&lt;br /&gt;    increase.' The first is that I iron better than you.'&lt;br /&gt;    Wife: 'Who said you iron better than me?'&lt;br /&gt;    Maria: 'Your husband said so.'&lt;br /&gt;    Wife: 'Oh.'&lt;br /&gt;    Maria: 'The second reason is that I am a better cook than you.'&lt;br /&gt;    Wife: 'Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than me?'&lt;br /&gt;    Maria: 'Your husband did.'&lt;br /&gt;    Wife: 'Oh.'&lt;br /&gt;    Maria: 'My third reason is that I am a better lover than you..'&lt;br /&gt;    Wife: (really furious now): 'Did my husband say that as well?'&lt;br /&gt;    Maria: 'No Señora...the gardener did.'&lt;br /&gt;    Wife: 'So how much do you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-3330561302424576028?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3330561302424576028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/mexican-maid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3330561302424576028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/3330561302424576028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/mexican-maid.html' title='Mexican maid'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-2256540932202205056</id><published>2009-09-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:20:22.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackeroo and Yuppie</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;A Queensland jackeroo is overseeing his herd in remote territory when suddenly a brand-new BMW advances out of a dust cloud towards him. The  driver, a young man in a designer suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban  sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, 'If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your  herd, will you give me a calf?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jackaroo looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, 'Sure, why not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.  The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored.  He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel Spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.  Finally, he prints out a full-colour, 150-page report on his  hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to  the cowboy and says, 'You have exactly 1,586 cows and  calves.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,' says the Cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the cowboy says to the young man, 'Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, 'Okay, why not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You work for the Australian Government, Kevin's Office', says the Jackaroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow! That's correct,' says the yuppie, 'but how did you guess that I am from the Rudd Government?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No guessing required.' answered the jackaroo. 'You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked.  You used all kinds of expensive equipment that clearly somebody else paid for, you tried to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about cows; this is a herd of sheep.  Now give me back my dog.' &lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-2256540932202205056?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2256540932202205056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/jackeroo-and-yuppie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2256540932202205056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/2256540932202205056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/jackeroo-and-yuppie.html' title='Jackeroo and Yuppie'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-5357227790654063275</id><published>2009-09-18T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:29:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four worms and a lesson to be learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrRBrTFFPyI/AAAAAAAAA1I/d_3IiXY6nxM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrRBrTFFPyI/AAAAAAAAA1I/d_3IiXY6nxM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382999666726354722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;P&gt;A minister decided that a visual demonstration would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four worms were placed into four separate jars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first worm was put into a container of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second worm was put into a container of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third worm was put into a container of chocolate syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth worm was put into a container of good clean soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the conclusion of the sermon, the Minister reported the following results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first worm in alcohol - Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second worm in cigarette smoke - Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third worm in chocolate syrup -Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth worm in good clean soil -Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Minister asked the congregation What did you learn from this demonstration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine was sitting in the back, quickly raised her hand and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As long as you drink, smoke and eat chocolate, you won't have worms!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much ended the service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6154099582018701029-5357227790654063275?l=riverbendjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5357227790654063275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/four-worms-and-lesson-to-be-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5357227790654063275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6154099582018701029/posts/default/5357227790654063275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riverbendjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/four-worms-and-lesson-to-be-learned.html' title='Four worms and a lesson to be learned'/><author><name>riverbend</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SZYmVvc7roI/AAAAAAAAABY/fmcmAPK9mkg/S220/Rentner.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K_EfmsBCTss/SrRBrTFFPyI/AAAAAAAAA1I/d_3IiXY6nxM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6154099582018701029.post-6167546049781093395</id><published>2009-09-18T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:12:21.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT CAUSES ARTHRITIS?</title><content type='html'>A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest.  The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.  He opened his newspaper and began reading.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked 'Say Father, what causes arthritis?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest replies, 'My son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow manm sleeping around with Prostitutes and lack of a bath.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk muttered in response, 'well, I'll  be  damned' and returned to his paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. 'I'm  very  sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had  arthritis?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father. 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