<?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-3060646327509867939</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:39:51.786-07:00</updated><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Images'/><title type='text'>WebJokes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3304134264334461236</id><published>2010-08-11T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:52:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child care</title><content type='html'>We all know those now days the children obesity is a challenging topic in the competitive world. More of the metros cities in India have changed; they have started to follow the western culture. In Delhi along more than 20% of the school children aged 10 to 16 are overweight. Obesity is on the rise among the children in various states. Rapid urbanization, unhealthy food chooses and a decrease in physical activity is the causes. Television viewing and eating fried foods are directly linked to obesity in children. All these factors are the main reason for the obesity in children. Here are a few steps to follow. Children should eat only healthy foods. Mothers should avoid the masala items in their cooking. At least once in a week they can use it. Children should avoid eating fried foods, such as fried rice and also the main reason for the obesity is the junk food. They should do a lot of physical exercise. Nowadays they don’t go out and play. They should run, jump and play it is this time that the children can play. So children should try to follow these tips for a healthy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3304134264334461236?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3304134264334461236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/08/child-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3304134264334461236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3304134264334461236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/08/child-care.html' title='Child care'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4237165385543803796</id><published>2010-06-17T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:03:25.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson In Morals</title><content type='html'>One day at the end  of class, little Johnny's teacher asks the class to go home and think of a story to be concluded with the moral of that story. The following day the teacher asks for the first volunteer to tell their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Suzy raises her hand. "My dad owns a farm and every Sunday we load the chicken eggs on the truck and drive into town to sell them at the market. Well, one Sunday we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out of the basket and onto the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teacher asked for the moral of the story, Suzy replied, "Don't keep all your eggs in one basket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lucy went next. "My dad owns a farm too. Every weekend we take the chicken eggs and put them in the incubator. Last weekend only eight of the 12 eggs hatched.";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the teacher asked for the moral of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy replied, "Don't count your chickens before they hatch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was little Johnny. "My uncle Ted fought in the Vietnam war, and his plane was shot down over enemy territory. He jumped out before it crashed but could only take a case of beer, a machine gun and a machete. On the way down, he drank the case of beer. Then he landed right in the middle of 100 Vietnamese soldiers. He shot 70 with his machine gun, but then he ran out of bullets! So he pulled out his machete and killed 20 more. Then the blade on his machete broke, so he killed the last ten with his bare hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher looked a little shocked. After clearing her throat, she asked what possible moral there could be to this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," Johnny replied, "Don't fuck with Uncle Ted when he's been drinking."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4237165385543803796?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4237165385543803796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/06/lesson-in-morals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4237165385543803796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4237165385543803796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/06/lesson-in-morals.html' title='A Lesson In Morals'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-7468504394514191759</id><published>2010-05-19T07:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:57:13.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many sheep I do have?</title><content type='html'>There once was a blonde who was very tired of blonde jokes and insults directed at her intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she cut and dyed her hair, got a make-over, got in her car, and began driving around in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she came to a herd of sheep in the road. She stopped her car and went over to the shepherd who was tending to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I can guess the exact number of sheep here, will you let me have one?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shepherd, thinking this was a pretty safe bet, agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have 171 sheep," said the blonde in triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, the shepherd told her to pick out a sheep of her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked around for a while and finally found one that she really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked it up and was petting it when the shepherd walked over to her and asked, "if I can guess your real hair color, will you give me my sheep back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde thought it was only fair to let him try. "You're a blonde! Now give me back my dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7468504394514191759?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7468504394514191759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-many-sheep-i-do-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7468504394514191759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7468504394514191759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-many-sheep-i-do-have.html' title='How many sheep I do have?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8936335344166531912</id><published>2010-05-19T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:56:41.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking cow</title><content type='html'>A man's car stalled on a country road one morning. When the man got out to fix it, a cow came along and stopped beside him. "Your trouble is probably in the carburetor," said the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, the man jumped back and ran down the road until he met a farmer. The amazed man told the farmer his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it a large red cow with a brown spot over the right eye?" asked the farmer. "Yes, yes," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! I wouldn't listen to Bessie," said the farmer. "She doesn't know a thing about cars."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8936335344166531912?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8936335344166531912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/talking-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8936335344166531912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8936335344166531912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/talking-cow.html' title='Talking cow'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3013690273990427043</id><published>2010-05-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:55:10.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; If you are interested in playing MMO game and want to buy the WoW  characters, then you can approach at Vbarrack.com. This site is the  right place to buy and sell your WoW accounts in a secure way. They  offer all WOW characters at a very lowest price for the MMORPG players,  you can choose your favorite WOW character and enjoy to play them  without any hassle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vbarrack.com is a reliable account retailer for secured WoW accounts,  you can buy or sell WOW accounts for your wish. They are listed all the  WoW characters and &lt;a href="http://www.vbarrack.com/buy-diablo-3-accounts"&gt;D3 Accounts for Sale&lt;/a&gt;, you can easily purchase them from the original players  through their website.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vbarrack.com is registered business and secured by McAfee, and offer  all classes like druid, hunter, paladin, priest, rogue, shaman, warlock,  warrior, and more, you can select your class and easily &lt;a href="http://www.vbarrack.com/"&gt;Buy D3 Accounts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.vbarrack.com/"&gt;Sell Diablo 3 Accounts&lt;/a&gt; at a very  competitive price. They provide the unique online customer service to  every level of gamers and help them to reach their potential. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3013690273990427043?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3013690273990427043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3013690273990427043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3013690273990427043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4307845733722020662</id><published>2010-05-12T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:50:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Store Tantrums</title><content type='html'>A man in the grocery  store notices a woman with a three-year-old girl in her cart. As they pass the cookie section, the little girl screams for cookies. The mother says, "Now Missy, we only have a few more aisles to go -- don't throw a fit. It won't be long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the candy aisle, the little girl whines for candy. The mother says, "There, there, Missy, don't cry. Two more aisles, and we'll be checking out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the checkout stand, the little girl howls for the gum. The mother says, reassuringly, "Missy, we'll be done in five minutes, and then you can go home and have a bottle and a nice snooze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot, the man stops the woman to compliment her. "I couldn't help noticing how patient you were with little Missy," he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother sighs, "Oh, no -- my little girl's name is Francine. I'm Missy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4307845733722020662?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4307845733722020662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/grocery-store-tantrums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4307845733722020662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4307845733722020662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/grocery-store-tantrums.html' title='Grocery Store Tantrums'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-497152478530548527</id><published>2010-05-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:24:27.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espanol para Matadors</title><content type='html'>Q: What do you call  four bull fighters in quicksand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Quatro sinko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-497152478530548527?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/497152478530548527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/espanol-para-matadors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/497152478530548527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/497152478530548527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/05/espanol-para-matadors.html' title='Espanol para Matadors'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2222904302234456004</id><published>2010-04-28T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:51:41.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Johnny... Nickels and Dimes</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny is always being  teased by the other neighborhood boys for being stupid. Their favorite joke is to offer Johnny his choice between a nickel and a dime -- Little Johnny always takes the nickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after Johnny takes the nickel, a neighbor man takes him aside and says, "Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. Don't you know that a dime is worth more than a nickel, even though the nickel's bigger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny grins and says, "Well, if I took the dime, they'd stop doing it, and so far I've made $20!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2222904302234456004?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2222904302234456004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-johnny-nickels-and-dimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2222904302234456004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2222904302234456004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-johnny-nickels-and-dimes.html' title='Little Johnny... Nickels and Dimes'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-7955063376823602826</id><published>2010-04-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:22:30.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Things to Hear on an Airplane</title><content type='html'>10. This is your captain  speaking and I don't feel that life is worth living anymore.&lt;br /&gt;9. We're cruising at an altitude of... ah, hell, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;8. Could somebody come up here and tell me what this button does?&lt;br /&gt;7. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;6. Would a flight attendant bring me a martini? And keep 'em coming!&lt;br /&gt;5. This is...uh...this is...uh...your...hmm. I seem to have lost my memory.&lt;br /&gt;4. Passengers on the left side of the plane -- does that engine sound funny to you?&lt;br /&gt;3. Welcome aboard flight 109 -- you bunch of jerks!&lt;br /&gt;2. Good God, Steve! We're going to crash! Oops -- is this intercom on?&lt;br /&gt;1. We'll be on the ground in 10 minutes. One way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7955063376823602826?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7955063376823602826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-things-to-hear-on-airplane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7955063376823602826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7955063376823602826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-things-to-hear-on-airplane.html' title='Bad Things to Hear on an Airplane'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8120839968333820733</id><published>2010-04-09T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:23:17.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Man, Perfect Woman</title><content type='html'>There was a perfect man  and a perfect woman. They met each other at a perfect party. They dated for two perfect years. They had the perfect wedding and the perfect honeymoon. They had two perfect children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the perfect man and the perfect woman were driving in there perfect car, they saw Santa Claus at the side of the road, being the perfect people they were they picked him up, because they didn't want to make their perfect children (who were at home with their perfect babysitter) mad because it was close to Chritmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as the perfect man and the perfect woman were driving with Santa Claus, somehow they got into an accident. Two people died and 1 lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who died and who lived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect woman because the perfect man and Santa Claus aren't real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8120839968333820733?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8120839968333820733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-man-perfect-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8120839968333820733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8120839968333820733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-man-perfect-woman.html' title='Perfect Man, Perfect Woman'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-7761983721706021608</id><published>2010-04-04T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:29:37.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right of Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;Q: Who has the right &lt;/span&gt;     of way any time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: The car with a gun rack and a bumper  sticker that reads "Guns don't kill people, I do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7761983721706021608?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7761983721706021608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/right-of-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7761983721706021608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7761983721706021608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/04/right-of-way.html' title='Right of Way'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2315535795966945407</id><published>2010-03-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:02:57.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>He is a very smart dog</title><content type='html'>I went to the cinema the other day and in the front row was an old man and with him was his dog. It was a sad funny kind of film, you know the type. In the sad part, the dog cried his eyes out, and in the funny part, the dog laughed its head off. This happened all the way through the film. After the film had ended, I decided to go and speak to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the most amazing thing I've seen," I said. "That dog really seemed to enjoy the film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man turned to me and said, "Yeah, it is. He hated the book."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2315535795966945407?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2315535795966945407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-is-very-smart-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2315535795966945407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2315535795966945407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-is-very-smart-dog.html' title='He is a very smart dog'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6190921031600194750</id><published>2010-03-29T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:45:37.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><title type='text'>Bat Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/S7DLEMxgF-I/AAAAAAAAABs/AE5tkpv-Wrs/s1600/batdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/S7DLEMxgF-I/AAAAAAAAABs/AE5tkpv-Wrs/s400/batdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454082421754435554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6190921031600194750?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6190921031600194750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/bat-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6190921031600194750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6190921031600194750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/bat-dog.html' title='Bat Dog!'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/S7DLEMxgF-I/AAAAAAAAABs/AE5tkpv-Wrs/s72-c/batdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-348860506343798148</id><published>2010-03-29T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:43:24.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale Of The Three Holes</title><content type='html'>This guy was really sleepy  and needed a place to stay for the night. So he sees this barn up the road and asks the guy if he can stay in his barn for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," says the farmer, "as long as you promise not to stick your winky into the three holes." The man promises, and the farmer leaves him there. Of course, he can't resist, and the farmer is woken up in the middle of the night by screams coming from the barn. The farmer goes down and finds the guy stuck in the third hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are in these holes?" the guy screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the farmer, "one of them's my daughter, one's my cow, and one of them's an automatic milking machine that doesn't stop until it gets five gallons."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-348860506343798148?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/348860506343798148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/tale-of-three-holes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/348860506343798148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/348860506343798148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/tale-of-three-holes.html' title='The Tale Of The Three Holes'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5104004199230407808</id><published>2010-03-29T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:42:54.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Mess with the Judge</title><content type='html'>There were three men at  a bar. One man got drunk and started a fight with the other two men. The police came and took the drunk guy to jail. The next day the man went before the judge. The judge asked the man, “Where do you work?”&lt;br /&gt;The man said, “Here and there.”&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked the man, “What do you do for a living?”&lt;br /&gt;The man said, “This and that.”&lt;br /&gt;The judge then said, “Take him away.”&lt;br /&gt;The man said, “Wait, judge when will I get out?”&lt;br /&gt;The judge said to the man, “Sooner or later.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5104004199230407808?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5104004199230407808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-mess-with-judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5104004199230407808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5104004199230407808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-mess-with-judge.html' title='Don&apos;t Mess with the Judge'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2162405981078903220</id><published>2010-03-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:40:05.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets</title><content type='html'>ACheapSeat is a professional ticket broker that sells the hottest deals on premium tickets on a daily basis. It provides the lowest possible prices in a nationally competitive environment.  Part of their service is to provide Premium seating without the inconvenience of waiting and standing in line to such event.  Their website has a seating plan map showing the available seating sections with the corresponding prices for you to choose from. Talk about smart deal for fanatics like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to long lines or call cueing for ticket reservations or purchases. ACheapSeat.com has access to Taylor Swift tickets, &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/mall_of_america_at_the_metrodome_tickets.html"&gt;Metrodome Tickets&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/long_beach_arena_tickets.html"&gt;Long Beach Arena tickets&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.acheapseat.com/jeff_dunham_tickets.html"&gt;Jeff Dunham Tickets&lt;/a&gt; among others, across the country. These tickets are some of the hardest tickets to find in the box office. It sells like pancakes and are always sold out because of hundreds of fans out there! As a secondary market for tickets, ACheapSeat.com can provide and assure you of available tickets and options for premium concert, baseball, basketball, wrestling, hockey and playoff tickets as well as schedules.  All tickets are sold in US dollars and major credit card providers are accepted. It has provided convenient ordering and reservation facilities for patrons such via telephone and internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2162405981078903220?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2162405981078903220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/tickets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2162405981078903220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2162405981078903220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/tickets.html' title='Tickets'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1175709737778107622</id><published>2010-03-24T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:01:08.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead Guitarists and Light Bulbs</title><content type='html'>Q: How many lead guitarists  does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: One. The guitarist holds the bulb, and the world revolves around him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1175709737778107622?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1175709737778107622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/lead-guitarists-and-light-bulbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1175709737778107622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1175709737778107622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/lead-guitarists-and-light-bulbs.html' title='Lead Guitarists and Light Bulbs'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4807281629769858450</id><published>2010-03-23T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:02:43.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Annoying in the Computer Lab</title><content type='html'>#  Log on, wait a sec, then get a frightened look on your face and scream, "Oh my God! They've found me!" and bolt. Laugh uncontrollably for about 3 minutes and then suddenly stop and look suspiciously at everyone who looks at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When your computer is turned off, complain to the monitor on duty that you can't get the darned thing to work. After he/she's turned it on, wait 5 minutes, turn it off again, and repeat the process for a good half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Type frantically, often stopping to look at the person next to you evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Before anyone else is in the lab, connect each computer to a different screen than the one it's set up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Write a program that plays the "Pokemon" theme song and play it at the highest volume possible over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Work normally for a while. Suddenly look amazingly startled by something on the screen and crawl underneath the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Ask the person next to you if they know how to tap into top-secret Pentagon files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Use AIM to make passes at people you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Make a small ritual sacrifice to the computer before you turn it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Bring a chainsaw, but don't use it. If anyone asks why you have it, say, "Just in case..." mysteriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Type on VAX for awhile. Suddenly start cursing for 3 minutes about everything bad about your life. Then stop and continue typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Enter the lab, undress, and start staring at other people as if they're crazy while typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Light candles in a pentagram around your terminal before starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Ask around for a spare zip disk. Offer $1. Keep asking until someone agrees. Then, pull a disk out of your fly and say, "Oops. Forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Every time you press return and there is processing time required, pray, "Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease," and scream "YES!" when it finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# "Disk fight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Start making out with the person at the terminal next to you, whether you know them or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Put a straw in your mouth and put your hands in your pockets. Type by hitting the keys with&lt;br /&gt;the straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# If you're sitting in a swivel chair, spin around singing "The Thong Song" whenever there is processing time required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Draw a picture of a woman (or man) on a piece of paper and tape it to your monitor. Try to seduce it. Act like it hates you and then complain loudly that women (men) are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Try to stick a Nintendo cartridge in the disk drive. When it doesn't work, get the supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When you start up a PC, ask loudly where the smiling Apple face is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Print out the complete works of Shakespeare, then when it's all done (two days later) say that all you wanted was a line or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Sit and stare at the screen, chomping on your nails. After doing this for a while, spit them out at the feet of the person next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Stare at the screen, grind your teeth, stop, look at the person next to you. Repeat procedure, making sure you never provoke the person enough to let them blow up, as this releases tension, and it is far more effective to let them linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# If you have long hair, take a typing break, look for split ends, cut them, and deposit them on your neighbor's keyboard as you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Put a large, gold-framed portrait of the British royal family on your desk and loudly proclaim that it inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Come to the lab wearing several layers of socks. Remove shoes and place them on top of the monitor. Remove socks layer by layer and drape them around the monitor. Exclaim sudden haiku about the aesthetic beauty of cotton on plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Take the keyboard and sit under the computer. Type up your paper like this. Then go to the lab supervisor and complain about the bad working conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Laugh hysterically, shout "You will all perish in a great flood" and continue working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Bring some dry ice and make it look like the computer is smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Assign a musical note to every key (ex. the delete key is A flat). Whenever you hit a key, hum its note loudly. Write an entire paper this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Attempt to eat your computer mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Borrow someone else's keyboard by reaching over, saying "Excuse me, mind if I borrow this for a sec?" unplugging the keyboard, and taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Bring in a bunch of magnets and have a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When doing calculations, pull out an abacus and say that sometimes the old ways are best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Play Pong for hours on the most powerful computer in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Make a loud noise of hitting the same key over and over again until you see that your neighbor is noticing. Then look at your neighbor's keyboard. Hit his/her delete key several times, erasing an entire word. While you do this, ask: "Does your delete key work?" Shake your head, and resume hitting the space bar on your keyboard. Keep doing this until you've deleted about a page of your neighbor's document. Then, suddenly exclaim: "Well, whaddya know? I've been hitting the space bar this whole time. No wonder it wasn't deleting! Ha!" Print out your document and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Remove your disk from the drive and hide it. Go to the lab monitor and complain that your computer ate your disk. (For special effects, put some glue on or around the disk drive. Claim that the computer is drooling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Stare at your neighbor's screen, look really puzzled, burst out laughing and say "You did that?" loudly. Keep laughing, grab your stuff and leave, howling as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Point at the screen. Chant in a made-up language while making elaborate hand gestures for a minute or two. Press return or the mouse, then leap back and yell, "COVEEEEERRRRR!" Peek up from under the table, walk back to the computer and say "Oh, good. It worked this time," and calmly start to type again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Keep looking at invisible bugs and trying to swat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# See who's online. Send a total stranger a talk request. Talk to them like you've known them all your lives. Hang up before they get a chance to figure out you're a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Bring a small tape player with a tape of really absurd sound effects. Pretend it's the computer and look really lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Pull out a pencil. Start writing on the screen. Complain that the lead doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Come into the computer lab wearing several extra-stinky species of flowers in your hair. Smile incessantly. Type a sentence, then laugh happily exclaim, "You're such a marvel!" and kiss the screen. Repeat this after every sentence. As your ecstasy mounts, also hug the keyboard. Finally, hug your neighbor, the computer assistant, and then walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Run into the computer lab, shout, "The Apocalypse is here!" then calmly sit down and begin to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Quietly walk into the computer lab with a Black and Decker chainsaw, rev 'er up, and then walk up to the nearest person and say, "Give me that computer or you'll be feeding my pet crocodile for the next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Two words: Tesla Coil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4807281629769858450?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4807281629769858450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-be-annoying-in-computer-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4807281629769858450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4807281629769858450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-be-annoying-in-computer-lab.html' title='How to be Annoying in the Computer Lab'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-7736242182427362849</id><published>2010-02-17T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T16:30:49.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Government vs. Mafia</title><content type='html'>What's the difference between the  government and the Mafia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is organized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7736242182427362849?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7736242182427362849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/02/government-vs-mafia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7736242182427362849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7736242182427362849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/02/government-vs-mafia.html' title='Government vs. Mafia'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6183888569721740221</id><published>2010-02-09T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:06:50.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison vs. Work</title><content type='html'>-- In prison, you spend  the majority of your time in an 8' X 10' cell. At work, you spend most of your time in a 6' X 8' cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In prison, you get three meals a day. At work, you get 30 minutes for a meal you buy or bring yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In prison, you get time off for good behavior. At work, good behavior is rewarded with more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In prison, they allow your family and friends to visit. At work, even personal calls are disallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In prison, all expenses are paid by taxpayers. At work, you are the taxpayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In prison, everyone knows when you drop the soap. At work, everyone knows when you drop the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In prison, you spend most of your time waiting to get out from behind bars. At work, you spend most of your time waiting to go into the bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--In prison, there are sadistic wardens. At work, there are managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- In prison, you can get shivved. At work, you get shafted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6183888569721740221?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6183888569721740221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/02/prison-vs-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6183888569721740221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6183888569721740221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/02/prison-vs-work.html' title='Prison vs. Work'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4521520748986883397</id><published>2010-01-29T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:48:53.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Gone Camping</title><content type='html'>A blonde, a brunette and  a redhead go camping for the weekend. The brunette brings food so they can eat, the red head brings water so they can drink and the blonde brings a car door, so if she gets hot she can roll down a window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4521520748986883397?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4521520748986883397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4521520748986883397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4521520748986883397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone-camping.html' title='Gone Camping'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5776395021715447526</id><published>2010-01-22T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T05:43:08.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A man went on vacation to Texas...</title><content type='html'>A man went on vacation to Texas. He went into a diner and ordered an orange juice and a steak. The waitress brough a pitcher of orange juice and the man's jaw dropped. The farmer said, "Pardon me, I ordered a glass of orange juice not a whole pitcher." The waitress simply said, "Sir, this is Texas. Every thing is bigger." So when the waitress brought the steak the farmer said, "Excuse me, I ordered a steak not the whole cow!" Again the waitress said, "This is Texas every thing is bigger." After he finished he had to go to the bathroom so he asked the waitress were it was. She told him it was down the hall first door to the left. Just as he walked through the men's room door he fell into a deep pool and screamed, "HELP, HELP! DON'T FLUSH!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5776395021715447526?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5776395021715447526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-went-on-vacation-to-texas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5776395021715447526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5776395021715447526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-went-on-vacation-to-texas.html' title='A man went on vacation to Texas...'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8784032117659602373</id><published>2010-01-18T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T05:24:44.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Secrets of a Successful Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before you leave your house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put on a little too much cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before you leave home, fill your pockets with mints. When your date says something to you when she's really close, give her a mint. EX: Girl - ''This movie sure is romantic.'' Guy - ''Here's a mint, now what did you say?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you go to pick her up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you get to her door, don't knock or ring the doorbell, just go on in. She's expecting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Call her parents by their first names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If she asks you how she looks, and her parents are nearby, tell her she looks sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When introducing yourself to her parents, tell them that you prefer to go by your gang name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Always look nice when you meet the parents. wear a new Marlboro jacket and be sure to tell them how many Marlboro bucks it took to get it. Parents smile upon a man that can save his Marlboro money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Show respect. Take your Fubu cap and matching coat off when you enter the house. Make sure you wear your cap and coat in the summer too. If her parents ask why, tell them that you're ''keepin' it real.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the way to wherever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do NOT let her touch the radio or the air conditioner. You are the man, make sure she knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If she makes up for lost time by putting on her lipstick in the car, gently tap the brakes at the same time the lipstick touches her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Check out the girl in the other car while at the stoplight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you pick the girl up from home at 6:45, have someone call you on the cell phone at 7:00 and talk to them till you get to your destination, this way you won't have to worry about what to say to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drive ten miles BELOW the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Develop a really bad Pee Wee Herman impression and talk to her through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you arrive at your destination:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you go to the movies, flirt with the girl at the ticket counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you go to a restaurant, say you're really hungry. Let her order first. Since you'll be eating heavy, she'll probably order a big meal, too. When she finishes, order a small coke and a box of McDonaldland cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you get nervous, just pretend that she's one of your guy friends. At the end of the meal, say ''Boy, you ate everything but the table.'' Say it with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be classy. If you eat at McDonald's, leave a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to her house: Take your cell phone and call another girl. Ask her to do something with you in about an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8784032117659602373?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8784032117659602373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/secrets-of-successful-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8784032117659602373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8784032117659602373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/secrets-of-successful-date.html' title='Secrets of a Successful Date'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2498166889311951205</id><published>2010-01-10T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T06:49:21.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln, JFK, &amp; Crazy Coinkydinks</title><content type='html'>Lincoln and JFK started politics  100 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln and JFK were elected to office 100 yrs apart.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln and JFKs' vice president's had the last name Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln and JFK have 7 letters in their last name.&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln had a secretary named Kennedy and Kennedy had a secretary named Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the BIG ONE: Lincoln, a week before his death, was in Monroe, Maryland. Kennedy, a week before his death, was in Marilyn Monroe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2498166889311951205?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2498166889311951205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/lincoln-jfk-crazy-coinkydinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2498166889311951205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2498166889311951205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2010/01/lincoln-jfk-crazy-coinkydinks.html' title='Lincoln, JFK, &amp; Crazy Coinkydinks'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3446187906566692739</id><published>2009-12-27T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:47:14.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Christmas Chimney Congestion</title><content type='html'>Q: Why doesn't Santa have  any children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Because he only comes once a year, and when he does, it's down a chimney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3446187906566692739?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3446187906566692739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-chimney-congestion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3446187906566692739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3446187906566692739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-chimney-congestion.html' title='Christmas Chimney Congestion'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5068790859834768679</id><published>2009-12-22T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:07:34.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cop</title><content type='html'>On Christmas morning, a cop  on horseback was sitting at a traffic light, and next to him was a kid on his shiny new bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop said to the kid, "Nice bike you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid said, "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop said, "Well, next year, tell Santa to put a taillight on that bike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop then proceeded to issue the kid a $20 bicycle safety violation ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid took the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he rode off he said, "By the way, that's a nice horse you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humoring the kid, the cop said, "Yeah, he sure did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid said, "Well, next year tell Santa to put the dick underneath the horse, instead of on top."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5068790859834768679?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5068790859834768679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5068790859834768679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5068790859834768679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cop.html' title='Christmas Cop'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4481012302275471331</id><published>2009-12-17T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:59:14.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing An Order</title><content type='html'>There was an elderly couple  that went to McDonald's. They ordered one cheeseburger, one large fry, one large drink, and an extra large soda. When the old couple sat down, the man sitting next to them watched the old man cut the burger in half, taking half of the fries and giving his wife half, and pouring the soda in the extra cup he ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man at the next table was confused, so he went over there and told the couple that if they couldn't afford a meal for each of them, he would be happy to pay for it. The old man shook his head and told him that there was no need because he and his wife had shared everything for the last 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man went back to his seat and then he saw the old man eating while the old woman just sat there doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went over to them again and asked the old lady why she wasn't eating.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Well, it's his turn to use the teeth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4481012302275471331?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4481012302275471331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/sharing-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4481012302275471331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4481012302275471331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/sharing-order.html' title='Sharing An Order'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6951548363295735950</id><published>2009-12-14T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:15:54.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Zombie Booty Call... Broom</title><content type='html'>You must be a broom,  because you just swept me off my feet. And then you swept my feet off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6951548363295735950?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6951548363295735950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/zombie-booty-call-broom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6951548363295735950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6951548363295735950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/zombie-booty-call-broom.html' title='Zombie Booty Call... Broom'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1601285380394638176</id><published>2009-12-11T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:44:13.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>How to Impress a Woman/Man</title><content type='html'>How to Impress a Woman:&lt;br /&gt;compliment her,&lt;br /&gt;kiss her,&lt;br /&gt;caress her,&lt;br /&gt;love her,&lt;br /&gt;comfort her,&lt;br /&gt;protect her,&lt;br /&gt;hold her,&lt;br /&gt;spend money on her,&lt;br /&gt;wine &amp; dine her,&lt;br /&gt;listen to her,&lt;br /&gt;stand by her,&lt;br /&gt;support her,&lt;br /&gt;go to the ends of the earth for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Impress a Man:&lt;br /&gt;show up naked,&lt;br /&gt;bring beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1601285380394638176?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1601285380394638176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-impress-womanman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1601285380394638176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1601285380394638176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-impress-womanman.html' title='How to Impress a 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Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Blamestorming: Sitting around in a  group discussing who's to blame for a missed deadline or a failed project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chainsaw Consultant: An outside expert brought in to reduce the employee headcount, leaving the top brass with clean hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cube Farm: An office filled with cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prairie Dogging: When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm, and heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego Surfing: Googling one's own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard Plaque: The disgusting buildup of dirt and crud found on computer keyboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno Second: That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Kids, Oppressive Mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Puppy: A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treeware: Printed documentation or paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xerox Subsidy: Free photocopies from one's workplace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5861011759560022035?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5861011759560022035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/office-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5861011759560022035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5861011759560022035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/12/office-dictionary.html' title='Office Dictionary'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-7706634836919352840</id><published>2009-11-26T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:35:37.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Mental Institution Pop Quiz</title><content type='html'>Jon and Dan are in  a mental institution which has an annual contest that picks two of the best patients and gives them two questions. If they answer correctly, they are released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon is called into the doctor's office first. The doctor says, "Jon, what would happen if I poked out one of your eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon says, "I'd be half blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's correct. What would happen if I poked out both your eyes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be completely blind." The doctor tells him that he is free to go. On Jon's way out he tells Dan the questions and answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asks Dan, "What would happen if I cut off one of your ears?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan says, "I'd be half blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor, slightly puzzled, continues, "What would happen if I cut off both your ears?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be completely blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan, how can you explain that you'd be blind?" asks the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," replies Dan, "my hat would fall over my eyes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7706634836919352840?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7706634836919352840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/mental-institution-pop-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7706634836919352840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7706634836919352840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/mental-institution-pop-quiz.html' title='Mental Institution Pop Quiz'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6239398580871231338</id><published>2009-11-22T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:53:49.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Redneck Wins the Lottery</title><content type='html'>A Redneck buys a ticket  and wins the lottery. He goes to Austin to claim it where the man verifies his ticket number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Redneck says, "I want my $20 million."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the man replied, "No sir. It doesn't work that way. We give you a million today, and then you'll get the rest spread out for the next 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Redneck said, "I want all my money RIGHT now! I won it, and I want it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the man patiently explains that he would only get a million that day and the rest during the next 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Redneck, furious with the man, screams out, "Look, I WANT MY MONEY!! If you're not going to give me my $20 million right now, THEN I WANT MY DOLLAR BACK!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6239398580871231338?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6239398580871231338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/redneck-wins-lottery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6239398580871231338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6239398580871231338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/redneck-wins-lottery.html' title='Redneck Wins the Lottery'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4266752293690427742</id><published>2009-11-18T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:20:20.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A setback in Iraqi-American relations</title><content type='html'>Saddam Hussein and George W.  Bush meet up in Baghdad for the first round of talks in a new peace process. When George sits down, he notices three buttons on the side of Saddam's chair. They begin talking. After about five minutes Saddam presses the First button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and punches Bush in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, Bush carries on talking as Saddam laughs. A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a big boot comes out and kicks Bush in the shin. Again Saddam laughs, and again Bush carries on talking, not wanting to put off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries. But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes out and kicks Bush in the privates, he's finally had enough, knowing that he can't do much without them functioning well. "I'm going back home!" he tells the Iraqi. "We'll finish these talks in two weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fortnight passes and Saddam flies to the United States for talks. As the two men sit down, Hussein notices three buttons on Bush's chair and prepares himself for the Yank's revenge. They begin talking and Bush presses the first button. Saddam ducks, but nothing happens. George snickers. A few seconds later he presses the second button. Saddam jumps up, but again nothing happens. Bush roars with laughter. When the third button is pressed, Saddam jumps up again, and again nothing happens. Bush falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget this," says Saddam. "I'm going back to Baghdad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubya says through tears of laughter, "What Baghdad?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4266752293690427742?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4266752293690427742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/setback-in-iraqi-american-relations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4266752293690427742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4266752293690427742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/setback-in-iraqi-american-relations.html' title='A setback in Iraqi-American relations'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8984308502702260194</id><published>2009-11-15T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:40:29.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Crazy Person in the Woods</title><content type='html'>Q: How does a crazy  person travel through the woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They take the psycho path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8984308502702260194?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8984308502702260194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-person-in-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8984308502702260194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8984308502702260194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-person-in-woods.html' title='A Crazy Person in the Woods'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-412593369887237179</id><published>2009-11-12T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:10:51.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>French Maid Techie</title><content type='html'>A French maid was tidying  up for a wealthy computer whiz. She commented that he had a nice PC. He looked frustrated and said, "Yeah, it's top of the line, but I can't seem to get any programs to start up. You wouldn't happen to know how these gizmos work, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I'm sorry monsieur, I would love to help you, but oh la la, I don't do Windows!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-412593369887237179?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/412593369887237179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/french-maid-techie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/412593369887237179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/412593369887237179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/french-maid-techie.html' title='French Maid Techie'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6042189024683359133</id><published>2009-11-09T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:43:33.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, Woman, Sleeping Compartment</title><content type='html'>A man and a woman  who have never met before find themselves in the same sleeping carriage of a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial embarrassment they both go to sleep, the woman on the top bunk, the man on the lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night the woman leans over, wakes the man and says, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm awfully cold and I was wondering if you could possibly get me another blanket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man leans out and, with a glint in his eye, says, "I've got a better idea... just for tonight, let's pretend we're married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thinks for a moment. "Why not," she giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great," he replies, "Get your own damn blanket!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6042189024683359133?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6042189024683359133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-woman-sleeping-compartment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6042189024683359133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6042189024683359133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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drops something loudly in a cube farm, and heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego Surfing: Googling one's own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard Plaque: The disgusting buildup of dirt and crud found on computer keyboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno Second: That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Kids, Oppressive Mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress Puppy: A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treeware: Printed documentation or paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xerox Subsidy: Free photocopies from one's workplace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4162723190036800889?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-863706119100362871</id><published>2009-11-03T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:52:32.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Singled Out</title><content type='html'>Q: What do men in a singles bar have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: They're all married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-863706119100362871?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/863706119100362871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/11/singled-out.html#comment-form' title='0 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the defense lawyer says to his client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the bad news?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer says, "Your blood matches the DNA found at the murder scene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit!" cries the client. "What's the good news?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the lawyer says, "Your cholesterol is down to 140."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7082560944336055579?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7082560944336055579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/defense-lawyers-good-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7082560944336055579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7082560944336055579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/defense-lawyers-good-news.html' title='Defense Lawyer&apos;s Good News'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5169051952875107030</id><published>2009-10-26T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:56:43.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Weighed</title><content type='html'>Joe took his blind date  to the carnival. "What would you like to do first, Kim?" asked Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to get weighed," she said. They walked over to the weight guesser, and he guessed 120 pounds. She got on the scale. It read 117, so she won a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple then went on the Ferris wheel. When the ride was over, Joe again asked Kim what she would like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to get weighed," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they had been there before, the weight guesser guessed her correct weight, and Joe lost his dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple walked around the carnival and again he asked where to next. "I want to get weighed," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe decided Kim was weird and took her home early, dropping her off with a handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her roommate, Laura, asked her about the blind date, "How'd it go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim responded, "Oh, Waura, it was wousy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5169051952875107030?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5169051952875107030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-weighed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5169051952875107030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5169051952875107030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-weighed.html' title='Getting Weighed'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1066703066675423321</id><published>2009-10-23T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:15:09.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hit and Run Case</title><content type='html'>A very successful lawyer parked  his brand-new Lexus in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck passed too close and completely tore the door off of the driver's side. The counselor immediately grabbed his cell phone, dialed 911, and within minutes a policeman pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer started screaming hysterically. His Lexus, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter what the body shop did to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lawyer finally wound down from his ranting and raving, the officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say such a thing?" asked the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop replied, "Don't you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh!" screamed the lawyer. "Where's my Rolex!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1066703066675423321?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1066703066675423321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/hit-and-run-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1066703066675423321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1066703066675423321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/hit-and-run-case.html' title='The Hit and Run Case'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6958161068882605819</id><published>2009-10-20T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T06:23:06.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>She-Devil</title><content type='html'>A man would come home  very late and very drunk every night. His wife decides to teach him a lesson by dressing up like Satan and scaring him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally stumbles across the lawn, his wife jumps out and howls like a demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at her and slurs, "You don't scare me. I'm married to your sister!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6958161068882605819?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6958161068882605819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-devil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6958161068882605819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6958161068882605819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-devil.html' title='She-Devil'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2406738780918431580</id><published>2009-10-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:16:14.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>15 Signs You Drank Too Much</title><content type='html'>15 -  You spent Sunday night in jail for cow-tipping — with your Oldsmobile.&lt;br /&gt;14 - Although armed with fire extinguishers, friends stood at a safe distance as you blew out your birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;13 - Thanks to you, Jack Daniels stock is up 15 1/4 since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Boris Yeltsin called personally to ask you to slow down on the Stoli.&lt;br /&gt;11 - For some reason, there's salt on the rim of your basketball goal.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Your name is Otis and Sheriff Andy has brought you some of Aunt Bea's pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;9 - For the money you spent on Thunderbird, you could've bought the automobile.&lt;br /&gt;8 - You're now the proud inventor of the "Slim Jim": Ultra Slim-Fast shakes made with Jim Beam.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Answering machine full of warnings from Coach Switzer.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Absolut wants to run an ad featuring a picture of your liver in the shape of a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Yet again, dry cleaner employees greet you with, "Hey, it's Vomit Man!"&lt;br /&gt;4 - The doorman asks for your I.D. just to see how long it'll take you to find your pants.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Your liver, in a fit of pique, leaps out of your abdominal cavity into a pan of frying onions.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Worried friends call Monday morning to make sure you returned the goat. &lt;br /&gt;1 - You're now sober enough to realize "Drink Canada Dry" is a slogan and not a personal challenge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2406738780918431580?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2406738780918431580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-signs-you-drank-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2406738780918431580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2406738780918431580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-signs-you-drank-too-much.html' title='15 Signs You Drank Too Much'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-9029188729448621276</id><published>2009-10-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:29:39.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Stick of Dynamite</title><content type='html'>A large, powerfully-built guy meets  a woman at a bar. After a number of drinks, they agree to go back to his place. As they are making out in the bedroom, he stands up and starts to undress. After he takes his shirt off, he flexes his muscular arms and says, "See that, baby? That''s 1000 pounds of dynamite!" She begins to drool. The man drops his pants, strikes a bodybuilder''s pose, and says, referring to his bulging thighs, "See those, baby? That''s 1000 pounds of dynamite!" She is aching for action at this point. Finally, he drops his underpants, and after a quick glance, she grabs her purse and runs screaming to the front door. He catches her before she is able to leave and asks, "Why are you in such a hurry to go?" She replies, "With 2000 pounds of dynamite and such a short fuse, I was afraid you were about to blow!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-9029188729448621276?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/9029188729448621276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/stick-of-dynamite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/9029188729448621276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/9029188729448621276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/stick-of-dynamite.html' title='Stick of Dynamite'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6917596058822881904</id><published>2009-10-10T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:28:36.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Bill Of No Rights</title><content type='html'>Our Rights: The following was&lt;br /&gt;written by State Representative Mitchell Kaye from Cobb County, GA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We, the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid anymore riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and securethe blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt-ridden, basically lazy people. We hold these truths to be self-evident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone - not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc., but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful. Do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big-screen color TV or a life of leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE VIII: You don't have the right to demand that our children risk their lives in foreign wars to soothe your aching conscience. We hate oppressive governments and won't lift a finger to stop you from going to fight if you'd like. However, we do not enjoy parenting the entire world and do not want to spend so much of our time battling each and every little tyrant with a military uniform and a funny hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE IX: You don't have the right to a job. All of us sure want all of you to have one, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ARTICLE X: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to pursue happiness, which, by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an overabundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6917596058822881904?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6917596058822881904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/bill-of-no-rights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6917596058822881904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6917596058822881904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/bill-of-no-rights.html' title='Bill Of No Rights'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6504967230789860354</id><published>2009-10-02T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:49:35.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Tech Talk</title><content type='html'>-- Cannot find REALITY.SYS. Universe  halted.&lt;br /&gt;-- My software never has bugs. It just develops random features.&lt;br /&gt;-- Definition of an upgrade: old bugs out, new ones in.&lt;br /&gt;-- C:\&gt; Bad command or file name! Go stand in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;-- Why doesn't it ever say "EXCELLENT command or filename"?&lt;br /&gt;-- As a computer, I find your faith in technology amusing.&lt;br /&gt;-- Southern DOS: Y'all reckon? (Yep/Nope)&lt;br /&gt;-- E Pluribus Modem&lt;br /&gt;-- &gt;File not found. Should I fake it? (Y/N)&lt;br /&gt;-- Ethernet (n): something used to catch the Etherbunny.&lt;br /&gt;-- A mainframe: the biggest PC peripheral available.&lt;br /&gt;-- A computer's attention span is as long as it's power cord.&lt;br /&gt;-- Disinformation is not as good as datinformation.&lt;br /&gt;-- Windows: just another pane in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;-- Ultimate office automation: networked coffee.&lt;br /&gt;-- All computers wait at the same speed.&lt;br /&gt;-- Go ahead, make my data.&lt;br /&gt;-- Smash forehead on keyboard to continue.&lt;br /&gt;-- Enter any 11-digit prime number to continue.&lt;br /&gt;-- ASCII stupid question, get a stupid ANSI.&lt;br /&gt;-- Press any key to continue or any other key to quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6504967230789860354?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6504967230789860354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/tech-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6504967230789860354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6504967230789860354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/10/tech-talk.html' title='Tech Talk'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4702520768037398387</id><published>2009-09-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:03:43.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Puzzling</title><content type='html'>George W. Bush is sitting  in the White House kitchen putting together a puzzle and having a very difficult time of it. The first lady comes into the kitchen, and asks what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very frustrated, George says, "I'm trying to do this tiger puzzle, but I can't seem to make the pieces fit right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Bush sighs and says, "Put the Frosted Flakes back in the box, dear, and come to bed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4702520768037398387?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4702520768037398387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/puzzling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4702520768037398387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4702520768037398387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/puzzling.html' title='Puzzling'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1846926557651449131</id><published>2009-09-25T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:55:12.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Neck Tie Required</title><content type='html'>A guy gets stopped by  the bouncer at a nightclub. "You have to wear a tie," says the bouncer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy goes back to his car and finds a set of jumper cables, ties them around his neck, and goes back to the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer lets him in but warns, "I'll be watching, so you better not start anything!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1846926557651449131?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1846926557651449131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/neck-tie-required.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1846926557651449131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1846926557651449131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/neck-tie-required.html' title='Neck Tie Required'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4799398470909516195</id><published>2009-09-21T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:31:59.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Never Ending Joint</title><content type='html'>As pothead walks down the  road, a genie appears in front of him. "I'll grant you two wishes," says the genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pothead replies, "I want a never ending joint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie says, "As you wish," and gives him the joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pothead takes a long drag and says, "Awesome! I want another one!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4799398470909516195?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4799398470909516195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-ending-joint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4799398470909516195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4799398470909516195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-ending-joint.html' title='The Never Ending Joint'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5927682068367423309</id><published>2009-09-14T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:42:44.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Redneck Wins the Lottery</title><content type='html'>A Redneck buys a ticket  and wins the lottery. He goes to Austin to claim it where the man verifies his ticket number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Redneck says, "I want my $20 million."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the man replied, "No sir. It doesn't work that way. We give you a million today, and then you'll get the rest spread out for the next 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Redneck said, "I want all my money RIGHT now! I won it, and I want it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the man patiently explains that he would only get a million that day and the rest during the next 19 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Redneck, furious with the man, screams out, "Look, I WANT MY MONEY!! If you're not going to give me my $20 million right now, THEN I WANT MY DOLLAR BACK!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5927682068367423309?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5927682068367423309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/redneck-wins-lottery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5927682068367423309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5927682068367423309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/redneck-wins-lottery.html' title='Redneck Wins the Lottery'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6826178999704857210</id><published>2009-09-11T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:27:54.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Pay the Price</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a  bar and says, "Excuse me, I'd like a pint of beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender serves the drink and says, "That'll be four dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer pulls out a twenty-dollar bill and hands it to the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, sir," the bartender says, "but I can't accept that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man pulls out a ten-dollar bill and the bartender rejects his money again. "What's going on here?" the man asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to a neon sign, the bartender explains, "This is a Singles Bar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6826178999704857210?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6826178999704857210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/pay-price.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6826178999704857210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6826178999704857210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/pay-price.html' title='Pay the Price'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5774479776957557414</id><published>2009-09-07T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:48:33.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Newspaper Clippings</title><content type='html'>Washer. Owned by clean bachelor  who seldom washed -- $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow blower for sale. Only used on snowy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free puppies. Part German Shepherd, part dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cows, calves never bred. Also, one gay bull for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free puppies: part Cocker Spaniel, part sneaky neighbor's dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full-sized mattress. 20-year warranty. Like new. Slight urine smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found: dirty white dog. Looks like a rat. Been out for a while. Better be reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice parachute. Never opened. Used once. Slightly stained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Yorkshire Terrier. Eight years old. Unpleasant little dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of working for only $9.75 per hour? We offer profit sharing and flexible hours. Starting pay: $7 - $9 per hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5774479776957557414?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5774479776957557414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/newspaper-clippings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5774479776957557414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5774479776957557414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/newspaper-clippings.html' title='Newspaper Clippings'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3232442340894334493</id><published>2009-09-02T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:57:02.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>What Do You Call?</title><content type='html'>What do you call a  bus full of lawyers going over a cliff with three empty seats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total waste of space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3232442340894334493?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3232442340894334493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3232442340894334493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3232442340894334493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-call.html' title='What Do You Call?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-443554500850295968</id><published>2009-08-28T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:26:02.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Watermelon</title><content type='html'>Three girls named Samantha, Janet  and Rebecca were driving through the country, when all of a sudden their car stalls. Samantha remembers seeing a farm a little ways back, so her and Janet walk to the farm, leaving Rebecca guarding the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Samantha and Janet get to the farm, they tell the farmer what happened. The farmer raises a gun to their head and tells them to get a fruit, vegetable, whatever, just get something from the garden. Samantha grabs a turnip, and Janet grabs a single grape. Just as they come back into the farmer's house, Rebecca walks in. He tells Rebecca to do the same as they just did, and Rebecca heads off towards the garden. While she's out in the garden, the farmer tells Samantha and Janet to shove whatever they have up their ass, and who ever laughs, dies. Samantha laughs first, so the farmer shoots her. Then Janet laughs and she gets killed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they are floating out of their bodies, and Janet asks Samantha why she died. Samantha said that the thought of sticking a turnip up your ass was just too funny. Samantha then asked Janet why she laughed, Janet said: "I saw Rebecca coming around the corner with a watermelon!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-443554500850295968?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/443554500850295968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/watermelon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/443554500850295968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/443554500850295968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/watermelon.html' title='Watermelon'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2861499226850770670</id><published>2009-08-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:45:36.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>$8 Bill</title><content type='html'>A crook mistakenly made a  counterfeit $8 bill instead of a $10 bill. He decided to try it out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the teller at the local bank and asked for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teller looked at the $8 bill and gave the crook two $4 bills as change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2861499226850770670?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2861499226850770670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2861499226850770670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2861499226850770670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-bill.html' title='$8 Bill'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6481537126093379816</id><published>2009-08-21T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:38:33.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Sensitive About the Eye</title><content type='html'>Two friends go out to  a club. One friend with a wooden eye says that he's nervous about girls making fun of him. His friend tells him not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get into the club, the wounded friend gets up enough courage to ask a girl if she'd like to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, she says, "Would I?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6481537126093379816?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6481537126093379816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/sensitive-about-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6481537126093379816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6481537126093379816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/sensitive-about-eye.html' title='Sensitive About the Eye'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8546490648955251194</id><published>2009-08-17T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:45:14.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>First-Time Golfer</title><content type='html'>A retiree was given a  set of golf clubs by his co-workers. Thinking he'd try the game, he asked the local pro for lessons, explaining that he knew nothing whatever of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pro showed him the stance and swing, then said, "Just hit the ball toward the flag on the first green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novice teed up and smacked the ball straight down the fairway and onto the green, where it stopped inches from the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what?" the fellow asked the speechless pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... you're supposed to hit the ball into the cup," the pro finally said, after he was able to speak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great! NOW you tell me." said the beginner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8546490648955251194?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8546490648955251194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-time-golfer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8546490648955251194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8546490648955251194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-time-golfer.html' title='First-Time Golfer'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8979524271965810013</id><published>2009-08-11T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:38:06.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Fugitives</title><content type='html'>A Welshman, an Englishman and  a Irishman were being chased by Farmer Giles with a shotgun. After 10 minutes of running they spotted a barn and ran inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside they each hid in a old sack against the barn wall. The farmer went into the barn but did not see where they went, he was about to turn back when he saw three suspicious looking sacks. He walked forward and prodded the first sack with his gun. The Englishman inside said... ''Meow'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just cats," he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then prodded the second sack. The Welshman, hearing how the Englishman got off said... ''Woof'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just dogs," he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walked towards the last sack, the Irishman worked out what he was going to say. As soon as the farmer prodded his sack he said... ''Potatoes!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8979524271965810013?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8979524271965810013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/farm-fugitives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8979524271965810013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8979524271965810013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/farm-fugitives.html' title='Farm Fugitives'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3540677731781886474</id><published>2009-08-08T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:19:59.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Signs That The Vice President Has a Bad Heart</title><content type='html'>1. Always looks like he's  pledging allegiance.&lt;br /&gt;2. His cholesterol level is directly proportional to the National Debt.&lt;br /&gt;3. He owns a signed copy of Ted Kennedy's "Joy of Grease."&lt;br /&gt;4. He can only donate blood to people with Type Nacho Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;5. After years of eating intravenously, he can make his arm burp.&lt;br /&gt;6. According to his EKG, his heartbeat has the same rate as a strobe light.&lt;br /&gt;7. Number one supporter is the Grim Reaper.&lt;br /&gt;8. During the Persian Gulf War he arrived in Kuwait with a spoon and bib, eagerly awaiting "Operation Dessert Storm."&lt;br /&gt;9. After every press conference there's a man standing over his body saying, "Clear!"&lt;br /&gt;10. Let's face it: He's a politician.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3540677731781886474?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3540677731781886474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/signs-that-vice-president-has-bad-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3540677731781886474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3540677731781886474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/signs-that-vice-president-has-bad-heart.html' title='Signs That The Vice President Has a Bad Heart'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4723693776714771848</id><published>2009-08-05T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:51:23.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss Adjustment</title><content type='html'>A man goes to his  doctor after losing a lot of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel great, but I have a problem, doctor. I was so fat beforehand that my skin has stretched and stayed that long. Is there anything you can give me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, short of plastic surgery, there is only one alternative. Please take off your clothes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man strips down. The doctor pulls all his skin upwards and ties it in a ball above his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But doctor -- now my navel is in the middle of my forehead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True," replies the doctor, "and you should see what you have for a collar and tie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4723693776714771848?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4723693776714771848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/weight-loss-adjustment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4723693776714771848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4723693776714771848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/weight-loss-adjustment.html' title='Weight Loss Adjustment'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6833927875566619192</id><published>2009-08-02T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:20:28.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Congressman's Money</title><content type='html'>A thief stuck a pistol  in a man's ribs and said, "Give me your money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman, shocked by the sudden attack, said "You cannot do this, I'm a United States congressman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thief said, "In that case, give me my money!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6833927875566619192?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6833927875566619192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/congressmans-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6833927875566619192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6833927875566619192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/congressmans-money.html' title='Congressman&apos;s Money'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8897041107022564093</id><published>2009-07-30T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:13:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA Chicken Canon</title><content type='html'>NASA engineers build a cannon  that launches dead chickens at the windshields of airplanes, military jets and such to test the strength of the windshields against collisions with airborne fowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British engineers are eager to test it on the windshields of their new high-speed trains. Arrangements are made, and a cannon is sent to the British engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cannon goes off, the engineers stand shocked as the chicken crashes into the shatterproof shield, smashes it to smithereens, blasts through the control console, snaps the pilot's backrest in two, and embeds itself in the back wall of the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrified Brits send the Americans a report of the disastrous results, along with an urgent request for suggests on improving the windshield design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American engineers respond with a one-line memo: "Thaw the chicken."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8897041107022564093?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8897041107022564093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/nasa-chicken-canon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8897041107022564093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8897041107022564093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/nasa-chicken-canon.html' title='NASA Chicken Canon'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1075584873773331533</id><published>2009-07-28T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:53:02.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Programmers and Light Bulb</title><content type='html'>How many programmers does it  take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;None, that's a hardware problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1075584873773331533?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1075584873773331533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/programmers-and-light-bulb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1075584873773331533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1075584873773331533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/programmers-and-light-bulb.html' title='Programmers and Light Bulb'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4332546042008309835</id><published>2009-07-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:33:49.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Strangers on a Train</title><content type='html'>A scientist gets on a  train to go to New York. His cabin also has a poor farmer in it. To pass the time the scientist decides to play a game with the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will ask you a question and if you get it wrong, you have to pay me one dollar. Then you ask me a question, and if I get it wrong, you get ten dollars. You ask me a question first." The farmer thinks for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. What has three legs, takes ten hours to climb up a palm tree, and ten seconds to get back down?" The scientist is confused and thinks long and hard about the question. Finally, the train ride is coming to an end. As it pulls into the station, the scientist takes out ten dollars and gives it to the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don''t know. What has three legs, takes ten hours to get up a palm tree and ten seconds to get back down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer takes the ten dollars and puts it into his pocket. He then takes out one dollar and hands it to the scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don''t know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4332546042008309835?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4332546042008309835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/strangers-on-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4332546042008309835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4332546042008309835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/strangers-on-train.html' title='Strangers on a Train'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2576125691121498793</id><published>2009-07-21T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:30:13.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Wishing Well</title><content type='html'>A married couple walks up  to a wishing well. The guy leans over, makes a wish and throws in a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife decides to make a wish, too, but she leans over too far, falls into the well and drowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "Wow, it really works."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2576125691121498793?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2576125691121498793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishing-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2576125691121498793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2576125691121498793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishing-well.html' title='The Wishing Well'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4479505975640190960</id><published>2009-07-16T07:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:18:53.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><title type='text'>Cat Sleeps With Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/Sl82w1jcn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/OQM7K1a0giA/s1600-h/funny_pictures_Cat_Sleeps_With_Mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/Sl82w1jcn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/OQM7K1a0giA/s400/funny_pictures_Cat_Sleeps_With_Mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359062294231556018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4479505975640190960?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4479505975640190960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/cat-sleeps-with-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4479505975640190960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4479505975640190960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/cat-sleeps-with-mouse.html' title='Cat Sleeps With Mouse'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/Sl82w1jcn7I/AAAAAAAAABA/OQM7K1a0giA/s72-c/funny_pictures_Cat_Sleeps_With_Mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6624621574402505641</id><published>2009-07-15T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:59:23.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Space Monkeys</title><content type='html'>NASA decided to send a  shuttle into space with two monkeys and an astronaut on board. After months of training, they placed all three in the shuttle and prepared for launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Control Center announced, "This is Mission Control to Monkey One. Do your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first monkey began frantically typing and the shuttle took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, NASA's mission control center announced, "This is Mission Control to Monkey Two. Do your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second monkey started typing like mad and the shuttle separated from the empty fuel tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another two hours later Mission Control Center announced, "This is Mission Control to Astronaut... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this, the astronaut shouted "I know, I know -- feed the monkeys and don't touch anything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6624621574402505641?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6624621574402505641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/space-monkeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6624621574402505641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6624621574402505641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/space-monkeys.html' title='Space Monkeys'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6862648406163580433</id><published>2009-07-12T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:19:14.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Product Placement</title><content type='html'>On Father's Day, a little  boy decides to make his dad breakfast in bed. He makes scrambled eggs, toast and coffee. He brings it into his dad, hands him the cup of coffee and says,''Try it dad.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad takes a sip and nearly passes out because it is so strong. The little boy asks,''How do you like it Dad?'' The dad doesn't want to hurt the little boy's feelings so he says, ''This is....something else, I've never tasted coffee quite like this before, Son.'' The little boy smiles from ear to ear. And says, ''Drink some more Pops.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dad is drinking, he notices two army men in the bottom of the cup, and says,''Hey! Why did you put army men in here?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again smiles and sings,''The Best Part Of Waking Up, Is SOLDIERS In Your Cup.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6862648406163580433?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6862648406163580433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathers-day-product-placement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6862648406163580433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6862648406163580433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/fathers-day-product-placement.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Product Placement'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3453387697770367920</id><published>2009-07-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:43:50.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Engineer vs. Manager</title><content type='html'>A man is flying in  a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts: "Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below says: "Yes, you're in a hot air balloon, hovering 30 feet above this field."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be an engineer" says the balloonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am" replies the man. "How did you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the balloonist, "everything you have told me is technically correct, but it's no use to anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man below says "you must be in management."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am" replies the balloonist, "but how did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the man, "you don't know where you are, or where you're going, but you expect me to be able to help.  You're in the same position you were before we met, but now it's my fault."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3453387697770367920?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3453387697770367920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/engineer-vs-manager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3453387697770367920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3453387697770367920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/engineer-vs-manager.html' title='Engineer vs. Manager'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2806440999409122965</id><published>2009-07-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:49:23.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Signs You're in America</title><content type='html'>- A pizza can get  to your house faster than an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;- There are handicap parking places in front of a skating rink.&lt;br /&gt;- Sick people must walk to the back of the drugstore to get their prescriptions, while healthy people can buy cigarettes in the front.&lt;br /&gt;- Banks leave both vault doors open, but pens are chained to the counters.&lt;br /&gt;- Expensive cars sit in the driveways and useless junk fills garages.&lt;br /&gt;- People use voice mail to screen calls and call waiting to catch every call they might miss.&lt;br /&gt;- Drive-Up ATM machines feature Braille lettering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2806440999409122965?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2806440999409122965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/signs-youre-in-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2806440999409122965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2806440999409122965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/signs-youre-in-america.html' title='Signs You&apos;re in America'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3062624618764210927</id><published>2009-06-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:38:54.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Essential Desert Objects</title><content type='html'>A judge was punishing three  men because they had committed a crime. Their sentence was a few years in the desert. He said that they could each take one thing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy decides to take an umbrella, so that he can have shade whenever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy decides to take a water bottle so that he won't get thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the third guy decides to take a car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked, "Why in the world would you want to take a car door?" The man replies, "Just in case it gets hot, I can roll down the window."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3062624618764210927?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3062624618764210927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/essential-desert-objects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3062624618764210927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3062624618764210927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/essential-desert-objects.html' title='Essential Desert Objects'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8610920685026350035</id><published>2009-06-24T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:57:24.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Penguin Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;A bus driver on his &lt;/span&gt; route sees a van from the zoo stranded on the side of the road. The zoo worker offers the bus driver $100 to help him deliver two dozen penguins. The bus driver agrees and loads the penguins on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, the zoo worker gets his van fixed and heads to the zoo. On the road, he sees the bus driver and the penguins driving in the opposite direction. He catches up to the bus and pulls them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo worker yells, "I gave you a $100 to take the penguins to the zoo for me. Why are you still driving them around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down," the bus driver says, "I took the penguins to the zoo. We had change left over, so now I'm taking them to the movies."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8610920685026350035?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8610920685026350035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/penguin-delivery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8610920685026350035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8610920685026350035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/penguin-delivery.html' title='Penguin Delivery'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6204033609451786085</id><published>2009-06-22T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:05:41.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Calming your son</title><content type='html'>In the supermarket was a man pushing a cart which contained a screaming, bellowing baby. The gentleman kept repeating softly, "Don't get excited, Albert; don't scream, Albert; don't yell, Albert; keep calm, Albert."&lt;br /&gt;A woman standing next to him said, "You certainly are to be commended for trying to soothe your son, Albert."&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at her and said, "Lady, I'm Albert."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6204033609451786085?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6204033609451786085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/calming-your-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6204033609451786085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6204033609451786085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/calming-your-son.html' title='Calming your son'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1928144377295064710</id><published>2009-06-19T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:29:08.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Something Special For His Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was Jim’s birthday, and he was considered to be an “old man” by his friends standards. So, to liven him up a bit, Jim’s friends decided to give him something special for his birthday. They bought him a hooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call girl, as she preferred to be called, went to his house and knocked on the door. When Jim answered, she said “Hi I’m your birthday present!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, he asked “What am I supposed to do with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m yours for super sex,” she answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jim replied “Well, I’m 75 years old so I’ll have the soup.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1928144377295064710?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1928144377295064710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-special-for-his-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1928144377295064710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1928144377295064710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-special-for-his-birthday.html' title='Something Special For His Birthday'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-55219938260024396</id><published>2009-06-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:57:03.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>New Bowling Rules</title><content type='html'>Supplemental Rules for Bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you holler "overs!" before the ball passes the arrows, you get to throw the ball over, unless of course, you get a strike. In which case, you can renege on the "overs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your team is about 10 marks down in the 8th or 9th frame, you can invoke the rule "First Team Through Bowling Wins the Game", and your team still has a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a member of the opposing team bowls 4 strikes in a row, he/she must bowl the next 4 frames blindfolded. If he/she continues to strike, his/her shoelaces will be tied together for 2 frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave the 10-pin and you know you can't make the spare, but another member of your team can, invoke the "Designated Bowler" rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you have 4 splits in one game, you may say "Kings X" and take those 4 frames over. However, if you split on the 2nd time around, you accept it. After all, "Fair is Fair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your ball goes in the gutter and jumps back onto the lane, knocking dow pins, by golly, you get them! That's much harder than to knock them down the conventional way. Good bowling should be recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ball should be declared dead when you bowl 3 games without a strike. It shall be the owners privilege to decide on the disposition of said dead ball - Burial at Sea, Dropped from an airplane over a live volcano, or a simple burial in the city dump. For a small fee, a league officer can be bribed to deliver a short eulogy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-55219938260024396?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/55219938260024396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-bowling-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/55219938260024396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/55219938260024396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-bowling-rules.html' title='New Bowling Rules'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5103325952253330418</id><published>2009-06-14T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:26:15.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Essential Disk Care Guide</title><content type='html'>Never leave diskettes in the drive, as the data can leak out of the disk and corrode the inner mechanics of the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diskettes should be rolled up and stored in pencil holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diskettes should be cleaned and waxed once a week. Microscopic metal particles may be removed by waving a powerful magnet over the surface of the disk. Any stubborn metal shavings can be removed with scouring powder and steel wool. When waxing a diskette, make sure the surface is even. This will allow the diskette to spin faster, resulting in better access time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fold diskettes unless they do not fit into the drive. "Big" Diskettes may be folded and used in "Little" drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never insert a diskette into the drive upside down. The data can fall off the surface of the disk and jam the intricate mechanics of the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diskettes cannot be backed up by running them through a photo copy machine. If your data is going to need to be backed up, simply insert TWO diskettes into your drive. Whenever you update a document, the data will be written onto both disks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handy tip for more legible backup copies: Keep a container of iron filings at your desk. When you need to make two copies, sprinkle iron filings liberally between the diskettes before inserting them into the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diskettes should not be removed or inserted from the drive while the red light is on or flashing. Doing so could result in smeared or possibly unreadable text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, the red light remains flashing in what is known as a "hung" or "hooked" state. If your system is hooking, you will probably need to insert a few coins before being allowed to access the slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your diskette is full and needs more storage space, remove the disk from the drive and shake vigorously for two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will pack the data enough (data compression) to allow for more storage. Be sure to cover all openings with scotch tape to prevent loss of data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data access time may be greatly improved by cutting more holes in the diskette jacket. This will provide more simultaneous access points to the disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periodically spray diskettes with insecticide to prevent system bugs from spreading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5103325952253330418?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5103325952253330418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/essential-disk-care-guide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5103325952253330418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5103325952253330418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/essential-disk-care-guide.html' title='Essential Disk Care Guide'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3729987082748474034</id><published>2009-06-10T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:57:56.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><title type='text'>Obama Alter Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/SjA6bLh_zRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8aXVUMBOS0U/s1600-h/2885_barack_obama_is_superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/SjA6bLh_zRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8aXVUMBOS0U/s400/2885_barack_obama_is_superman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345836996315041042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3729987082748474034?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3729987082748474034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/obama-alter-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3729987082748474034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3729987082748474034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/obama-alter-ego.html' title='Obama Alter Ego'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/SjA6bLh_zRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8aXVUMBOS0U/s72-c/2885_barack_obama_is_superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3097087150563313440</id><published>2009-06-10T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:21:26.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>You're a Statue</title><content type='html'>A woman and her lover are in bed together when hubbie comes home. The woman jumps up, shoves the guy in a corner of the bedroom, rubs him down in baby oil and covers him in talcum powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't move! You're a statue!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband comes up to the bedroom and inquires about the new decoration. The wife explains that the Smith family next door acquired a statue for their bedroom recently, and if they could get one, so could she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The married couple go to bed, but at midnight the husband goes downstairs, gets a glass of milk and some cookies, and comes back upstairs. He hands the snack to the statue and says, "Here. I stood around for 3 days at the Smiths', and they never fed me a thing!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3097087150563313440?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3097087150563313440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-statue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3097087150563313440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3097087150563313440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-statue.html' title='You&apos;re a Statue'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-2012786607904157613</id><published>2009-06-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:13:06.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Extremely Drunk</title><content type='html'>A man, whose level of drunkenness was bordering on the absurd, stood up to leave a bar and fell flat on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe all I need is some fresh air," thought the man as he crawled outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to stand up again, but fell face first into the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Screw it," he thought. "I'll just crawl home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, his wife found him on the doorstep asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You went out drinking last night, didn't you?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, yes," he said sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You left your wheelchair at the bar again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-2012786607904157613?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2012786607904157613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2012786607904157613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/2012786607904157613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-drunk.html' title='Extremely Drunk'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1574580328711154998</id><published>2009-06-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:14:13.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Anything To Make Marriage Work</title><content type='html'>Seems that, after all these years, the romance and love just wasn’t what it used to be for John and Jane. In an attempt to salvage their thirty years of marriage, Jane convices her husband to see a marriage counciler with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counselor asks first asks Jane what she feels the problem is, and before he can even finish his sentece she goes into a tirade listing every single problem the couple has ever had – even before things went south. She goes on and on for nearly an hour, and finishes in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the counselor gets up from his couch, walks over to Jane, embraces her and begins to kiss her passionately. The woman quiets down, immediately, and sits there in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counselor then turns to the John and says, “Your wife needs this at least three times a week. For the sake of your marriage, can you can do this?” The husband ponders this question for a moment, and confidentally replies, “I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays… but on Fridays, I play golf.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1574580328711154998?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1574580328711154998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/anything-to-make-marriage-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1574580328711154998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1574580328711154998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/anything-to-make-marriage-work.html' title='Anything To Make Marriage Work'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-8788117039269529442</id><published>2009-06-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:51:49.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Images'/><title type='text'>Spy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/SicohOdh1fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sqG63d-7lWE/s1600-h/223_funny-cute-cats-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/SicohOdh1fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sqG63d-7lWE/s400/223_funny-cute-cats-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343284034181125618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          Cute cats in a nice group photo… but actually one of them is not a cat isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-8788117039269529442?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8788117039269529442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/spy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8788117039269529442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/8788117039269529442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/spy.html' title='Spy'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e6l8Y52JVmU/SicohOdh1fI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sqG63d-7lWE/s72-c/223_funny-cute-cats-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6094036999507363452</id><published>2009-06-03T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:55:49.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Social Security</title><content type='html'>A retired gentleman went to the social security office to apply for Social Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman behind the counter asked him for his driver's license to verify his age. He looked in his pockets and realized he had left his wallet at home. He told the woman that he was very sorry but he seemed to have left his wallet at home. "I will have to go home and come back later." The woman says, "Unbutton your shirt." So he opens his shirt revealing curly silver hair. She says, "That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me" and she processed his Social Security application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gets home, the man excitedly tells his wife about his experience at the social security office. She says, "You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6094036999507363452?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6094036999507363452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/social-security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6094036999507363452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6094036999507363452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/social-security.html' title='Social Security'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5484887822360242316</id><published>2009-06-02T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:29:55.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Vampires in a Bar</title><content type='html'>It's Halloween and everyone's out trick-or-treating. A bartender is working the late-night shift at the bar. He looks outside and sees everyone in crazy costumes. He sighs and picks up a glass and starts cleaning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around midnight, a guy in a vampire costume walks in and sits at the bar. He says to the bartender "Hi. I'm a vampire and I'd like a cup of human blood please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender looks at him skeptically. "No you're not. You're just wearing a costume."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, really," he insists. "I'm a vampire and I'd like a cup of human blood please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright," the bartender says. He goes in the back and comes out with a cup of blood. He gives it to the vampire who drinks it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he says, and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later another vampire comes in and sits at the bar. He says "Hi, I'm a vampire and I'd like a cup of human blood please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," the bartender says and goes in the back again. He comes out with another cup of blood. He gives it to the vampire who drinks it and leaves with a 'thanks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later a third vampire comes in and sits at the bar. "Hi," he says to to the bartender. "I'm a vam..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know," the bartender interrupts. "You're a vampire and you want a cup of blood right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, no," the vampire answers. "I AM a vampire, but I'd just like a glass of hot water please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure" the bartender says. He pours him a glass of hot water. As he gives it to the vampire he says "You know, there were two vampires that came in before you that wanted blood. How come you're just asking for water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without answering the vampire reaches into his pocket and pulls out a used band-aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tea time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5484887822360242316?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5484887822360242316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/vampires-in-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5484887822360242316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5484887822360242316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/vampires-in-bar.html' title='Vampires in a Bar'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-1876975110280505183</id><published>2009-05-28T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:17:45.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Signs That You are Too Drunk</title><content type='html'>You lose arguments with inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job is interfering with your drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alchohol stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your career won't progress beyond Senator from Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sincerely believe alchohol is the elusive 5th food group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case - coincidence?  I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hands and just one mouth.. - now THAT'S a drinking problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can focus better with one eye closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall off the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your twin sons are named Barley and Hops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, 5 beers has just as many calories as a  burger, screw dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes catch a buzz after attacking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At AA meetings you begin: 'Hi my name is.. uh..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of cutting back is less salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up in the bedroom, your underwear is in the bathroom, you fell asleep clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bar says 'Hi' when you come in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think the Four Basic Food Groups are Caffeine, Nicotine, Alchohol, and [Women or Men].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you're beginning to find your roommate's cat more and more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roseanne looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't recognize wife unless seen through bottom of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That damned pink elephant followed me home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as sober as a judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shrubbery's drunk from too frequent watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up screaming 'TORO TORO TORO!' in the middle of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-1876975110280505183?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1876975110280505183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-that-you-are-too-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1876975110280505183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/1876975110280505183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-that-you-are-too-drunk.html' title='Signs That You are Too Drunk'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6047047853795762580</id><published>2009-05-27T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:00:55.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Great Writer</title><content type='html'>There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked to define "great" he said, "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6047047853795762580?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6047047853795762580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6047047853795762580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6047047853795762580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-writer.html' title='Great Writer'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6370305744055222086</id><published>2009-05-25T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:08:34.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Smartest Man in the World</title><content type='html'>A doctor, a lawyer, a little boy and a priest were out for a Sunday afternoon flight on a small private plane. Suddenly, the plane developed engine trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the best efforts of the pilot, the plane started to go down. Finally, the pilot grabbed a parachute, yelled to the passengers that they had better jump, and bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there were only three parachutes remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor grabbed one and said "I'm a doctor, I save lives, so I must live," and jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer then said, "I'm a lawyer and lawyers are the smartest people in the world. I deserve to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also grabbed a parachute and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest looked at the little boy and said, "My son, I've lived a long and full life. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you. Take the last parachute and live in peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy handed the parachute back to the priest and said, "Not to worry, Father. The 'smartest man in the world' just took off with my back pack."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6370305744055222086?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6370305744055222086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/smartest-man-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6370305744055222086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6370305744055222086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/smartest-man-in-world.html' title='Smartest Man in the World'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-622885511585789490</id><published>2009-05-23T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:08:11.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>0 to 200 in 6 seconds</title><content type='html'>Bob was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was&lt;br /&gt;really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the&lt;br /&gt;driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke&lt;br /&gt;up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box&lt;br /&gt;gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought&lt;br /&gt;the box back in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob has been missing since Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-622885511585789490?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/622885511585789490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/0-to-200-in-6-seconds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/622885511585789490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/622885511585789490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/0-to-200-in-6-seconds.html' title='0 to 200 in 6 seconds'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-7650329714626691133</id><published>2009-05-21T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:24:25.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Is Windows a Virus?</title><content type='html'>No, Windows is not a virus. Here's what viruses do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.They replicate quickly - okay, Windows does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system as they do so - okay, Windows does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk - okay, Windows does that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Viruses are usually carried, unknown to the user, along with valuable programs and systems. - Sigh.. Windows does that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Viruses will occasionally make the user suspect their system is too slow (see 2) and the user will buy new hardware. - Yup, Windows does that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now it seems Windows is a virus but there are fundamental differences: Viruses are well supported by their authors, are running on most systems, their program code is fast, compact and efficient and they tend to become more sophisticated as they mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Windows is not a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7650329714626691133?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7650329714626691133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-windows-virus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7650329714626691133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7650329714626691133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-windows-virus.html' title='Is Windows a Virus?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5172049997351976435</id><published>2009-05-19T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:11:03.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Snake Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;I hope I'm not poisonous, &lt;/span&gt;      says the first snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asks the second snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I just bit my lip."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5172049997351976435?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5172049997351976435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/snake-bite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5172049997351976435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5172049997351976435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/snake-bite.html' title='Snake Bite'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3652802020535554907</id><published>2009-05-18T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:31:44.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Creation of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt; God created the mule, and &lt;/span&gt; told him, "You will be a mule, working constantly from dusk to dawn, carrying heavy loads on your back.  You will eat grass and lack intelligence.  You will live for 50 years." The mule answered, "To live like this for 50 years is too much. Please, give me no more than 20." And it was so. Then God created the dog, and told him, "You will hold vigilance over the dwellings of Man, to whom you will be his greatest companion. You will eat his table scraps and live for 25 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dog responded, "Lord, to live 25 years as a dog like that is too much. Please, no more than 10 years." And it was so.  God then created the monkey, and told him, "You are monkey.  You shall swing from tree to tree, acting like an idiot. You will be funny, and you shall live for 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the monkey responded, "Lord, to live 20 years as the clown of the world is too much. Please, Lord, give me no than 10 years." And it was so.  Finally, God created Man and told him, "You are Man, the only rational being that walks the earth. You will use your intelligence to have mastery over the creatures of the world. You will dominate the earth and live for 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man responded, "Lord, to be Man for only 20 years is too little. Please, Lord, give me the 20 years the mule refused, the the 15 years the dog refused, and the 10 years the monkey rejected." And it was so. And so God made Man to live 20 years as a man, then marry and live 20 years like a mule working and carrying heavy loads on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he is to have children and live 15 years as a dog, guarding his house and eating the leftovers after they empty the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in his old age, to live 10 years as a monkey, acting like an idiot to amuse his grandchildren.  And it is so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3652802020535554907?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3652802020535554907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/creation-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3652802020535554907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3652802020535554907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/creation-of-man.html' title='The Creation of Man'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5027336788025346766</id><published>2009-05-17T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:07:32.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Or What?</title><content type='html'>A man comes to his doctor and tells him that his wife hasn’t had sex with him for 6 months. The doctor tells the man to bring his wife in so he can talk to her. So the wife comes into the doctors office and the doc asks her what’s wrong, and why doesn’t she want to have sex with her husband anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife tells him, “For the past 6 months, every morning I take a cab to work. I don’t have any money so the cab driver asks me, ‘So are you going to pay today or what?’ so I take a ‘or what’. When I get to work I’m late so the boss asks me, ‘So are we going to write this down in the book or what?’ so I take a ‘or what’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home again I take the cab and again I don’t have any money so the cab driver asks me again, ‘So are you going to pay this time or what?’ so again I take a ‘or what’. So you see doc when I get home I’m all tired out, and I don’t want it any more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor thinks for a second and then turns to the wife and says, “So are we going to tell your husband or what?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5027336788025346766?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5027336788025346766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/or-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5027336788025346766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5027336788025346766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/or-what.html' title='Or What?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3343835639029873994</id><published>2009-05-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:20:56.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Blonde Flight Attendant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;An airline captain was helping &lt;/span&gt; a new blonde flight attendant prepare for her first overnight trip. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the flight attendant the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop, and stay overnight. The next morning as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up to ask what happened to her. She answered the phone, crying, and said, "I can't get out of the room!" "You can't get out of your room?"; the captain asked. "Why not?" She replied, "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3343835639029873994?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3343835639029873994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/blonde-flight-attendant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3343835639029873994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3343835639029873994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/blonde-flight-attendant.html' title='The Blonde Flight Attendant'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4062959914232284855</id><published>2009-05-15T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:58:11.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Confessional Booth</title><content type='html'>After a heavy night of drinking at the local bar, a drunk stumbles into a Catholic church and slowly makes his way into the confessional booth. There, the priest patiently awaits the man to begin his confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessional BoothAfter a few minutes of silence, the priest politely taps on the window… nothing. The priest taps again and this time clears his throat a bit… still nothing. At this point the priest begins to lose his patience and bangs on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the dunk yells out… “Ain’t no use knocking, there ain’t no paper over here either!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4062959914232284855?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4062959914232284855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/confessional-booth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4062959914232284855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4062959914232284855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/confessional-booth.html' title='The Confessional Booth'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-7125433608214630265</id><published>2009-05-14T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:26:11.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Glad to be drunk</title><content type='html'>A completely inebriated man was stumbling down the street with one foot on the curb and one foot in the gutter. A cop pulled up and said, "I've got to take you in, pal. You're obviously drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wasted friend asked, "Officer, are ya absolutely sure I'm drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, buddy, I'm sure," said the copper. "Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing a sigh of relief, the wino said, "Thank goodness, I thought I was crippled."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-7125433608214630265?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7125433608214630265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/glad-to-be-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7125433608214630265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/7125433608214630265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/glad-to-be-drunk.html' title='Glad to be drunk'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-5306217737624704850</id><published>2009-05-13T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:28:12.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Only three doors</title><content type='html'>An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened. She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn't get out of her room. "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-5306217737624704850?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5306217737624704850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-three-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5306217737624704850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/5306217737624704850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-three-doors.html' title='Only three doors'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-3412931465047829984</id><published>2009-05-08T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:29:03.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Fly in My Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;Waiter, there's a fly in &lt;/span&gt;      my soup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's entirely possible. Our cook used to be a tailor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-3412931465047829984?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3412931465047829984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/fly-in-my-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3412931465047829984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/3412931465047829984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/fly-in-my-soup.html' title='Fly in My Soup'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-6618558406630409893</id><published>2009-05-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:18:40.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Weighs a Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;A blonde calls a pharmacy &lt;/span&gt; and asks if she needs an infant scale to weigh a baby. The clerk explains that many women figure out an infant's weight by weighing themselves while holding the baby on an adult scale, then the mother weighs herself alone and subtracts the second amount from the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that won't work," replies the blonde. "I'm not the mother -- I'm the aunt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-6618558406630409893?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/6618558406630409893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/blonde-weighs-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6618558406630409893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/6618558406630409893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/blonde-weighs-baby.html' title='Blonde Weighs a Baby'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4699333414894018482</id><published>2009-05-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:18:13.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Pregnant Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="introText"&gt;A man frantically speaks into &lt;/span&gt;      the phone, "My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this her first child?" the doctor asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you idiot!" the man shouts. "This is her husband!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4699333414894018482?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4699333414894018482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/pregnant-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4699333414894018482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4699333414894018482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/pregnant-wife.html' title='Pregnant Wife'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3060646327509867939.post-4116019090660855521</id><published>2009-05-04T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:43:49.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Kids?</title><content type='html'>A simple tests to determine  your preparedness for children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESS TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Smear peanut butter on the sofa and curtains. Now rub your hands in the cat's litter box, then on the walls. Cover the stains with a coating of crayon. Place a fish stick behind the couch and leave it there all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOY TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Obtain a 55-gallon box of Legos (you may substitute roofing tacks or broken bottles). Have a friend spread them all over the house. Put on a blindfold. Try to walk to the bathroom or kitchen. Do not shout expletives as this could wake a sleeping child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROCERY STORE TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Borrow one or two small animals (goats are best) and take them with you to the grocery store. Keep them in sight and pay for anything they eat or damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRESSING TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Obtain one unhappy, live octopus. Wake it up early and try to stuff it into a small net bag. Don't forget the mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEDING TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Obtain a large plastic jug. Fill halfway with milk. Suspend the jug from the ceiling and start the jug swinging. Try to insert spoonfuls of applesauce into the mouth of the jug while pretending to be an airplane. Once you've succeeded, dump the contents of the jug on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Fill a small cloth bag with 10 pounds of sand. Soak it thoroughly in water. At 8 p.m. begin to waltz and hum with the bag. At 9 p.m., lay down your bag and set your alarm for 10 p.m. Get up, pick up your bag, waltz and sing every song you have ever heard until 1 a.m. Repeat between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m. Set alarm for 5 a.m. Get up and make breakfast. Keep this up for three years. Remain cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICAL TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Obtain a large beanbag chair and attach it to your midsection. Leave it there for nine months, then remove 10% of the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISCAL TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Go to the nearest drug store. Set your wallet on the counter. Leave it there. Now proceed to the nearest grocery store and arrange for your paycheck to be directly deposited into their account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL ASSIGNMENT:&lt;br /&gt;Find a couple who already has a small child. Lecture them on how they can improve on both their disciplinary practices and their exercise of patience. Feel confident that you have all the answers. Take note of their expressions. Now run -- fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3060646327509867939-4116019090660855521?l=peoplehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4116019090660855521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4116019090660855521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3060646327509867939/posts/default/4116019090660855521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplehumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-you-ready-for-kids.html' title='Are You Ready for Kids?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
