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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-02-17T12:02:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pledge Of Allegiance 2005]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><div>Since the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore because the word &quot;God&quot; is mentioned, a kid in Arizona wrote the new school prayer:</div><div>  </div><div>Now I sit me down in school </div><div>Where praying is against the rule</div><div>For this great nation under God</div><div>Finds mention of him very odd.</div><div>   </div><div>If Scripture now the class recites</div><div>It violates The Bill of Rights</div><div>And anytime my head I bow</div><div>Becomes a Federal matter now.</div><div>   </div><div>Our hair can be purple, orange or green</div><div>That's no offense, it's a freedom scene</div><div>The law is specific, the law is precise</div><div>Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.</div><div>   </div><div>For praying in a public hall</div><div>Might offend someone with no faith at all</div><div>In silence alone we must meditate</div><div>God's name is prohibited by the state.</div><div>   </div><div>We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks</div><div>And pierce our noses, tongue, and cheeks</div><div>They've outlawed guns, but first the Bible</div><div>To quote the Good Book makes me liable.</div><div>   </div><div>We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen</div><div>And the un-wed daddy our Senior King</div><div>It's inappropriate to teach right from wrong</div><div>We're taught that such judgements do not belong.</div><div>   </div><div>We can get our condoms and birth control</div><div>Study witchcraft, vampires, and totem poles</div><div>But the Ten Commandments are not allowed</div><div>No word of God must reach this crowd.</div><div>   </div><div>It's scary here I must confess</div><div>When chaos reigns the schools a mess</div><div>So, Lord, this silent plea I make</div><div>Should I be shot, my soul please take!</div><div>Amen</div><div>  </div><div>@-&gt;-&gt;-</div></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-02-25T02:02:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Proper Living Conditions For Inmates]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>To those of you not familiar with Joe Arpaio, He is the Maricopa County Sheriff in Arizona and he keeps getting elected over and over.</p><p>     </p><p>This is one of the reasons why:</p><p>   <br />Sheriff Joe Arpaio who created the &quot;tent city jail&quot;:<br />     </p><p>He has jail meals down to 40 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them.<br />   <br />He stopped the smoking and porno magazines in the jails. Took away their weights. Cut off all but &quot;G&quot; movies.<br />   <br />He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects.<br />  <br />Then he started chain gangs for women so he wouldn't get sued for discrimination.<br />   <br />He took away cable TV until he found out there was a federal court order that required cable TV for jails. So he hooked up the cable TV again only let in the Disney channel and the weather channel.<br />   <br />When asked why the weather channel he replied, so they will know how hot it's gonna be while they are working on my chain gangs.<br />   <br />He cut off coffee since it has zero nutritional value.<br />   <br />When the inmates complained, he told them, &quot;This isn't the Ritz/Carlton. If you don't like it, don't come back.&quot;<br />    <br />He bought Newt Gingrich' lecture series on videotape that he pipes into the jails.<br />   <br />When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied that a democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his jails in the first place.<br />   <br />More on the Arizona Sheriff:<br />  <br />With temperatures being even hotter than usual in Phoenix (116 degrees just set a new record), the Associated Press reports: About 2,000 inmates living in a barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at the Maricopa County Jail have been given permission to strip down to their government-issued pink boxer shorts.<br />  <br />On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatted in the tents, which reached 138 degrees inside the week before.<br />  <br />Many were also swathed in wet, pink towels as sweat collected on their chests and dripped down to their pink socks.<br />  <br />&quot;It feels like we are in a furnace,&quot; said James Zanzot, an inmate who has lived in the tents for 1 ½ years. &quot;It's inhumane.&quot;<br />  <br />Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates: &quot;It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our soldiers are living in tents too, and they have to wear full battle gear, but they didn't commit any crimes, so shut your damned mouths!&quot;<br />  <br />Way to go, Sheriff! Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves.</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-02-26T06:02:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Story In Tampa Newspaper]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>This is an editorial written by an American citizen, published in a Tampa newspaper.  He did quite a good job, didn't he?</p><p>  </p><p>Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that came to live in America because it is the Country of Choice???Think about it...</p><p>  </p><p>All I have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS? I celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't celebrated by everyone, we can no longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings.  It's not Christmas vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how this winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday? We've gone so far the other way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone, that I am now being offended. But it seems that no one has a problem with that.</p><p>  <br /><em>IMMIGRANTS</em>, <u>NOT</u> <u>AMERICANS</u>, MUST ADAPT.</p><p>  <br />I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Sept. 11, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the &quot;politically correct&quot; crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.</p><p>  </p><p>I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. </p><p>  </p><p>This idea of America being a multi-cultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Americans, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom. </p><p>  <br />We speak <em>ENGLISH.</em>  Not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language!</p><p>      </p><p>&quot;In God We Trust&quot; is our national motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented.</p><p>  </p><p>It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.</p><p>   </p><p>If Stars and Stripes offend you, or you don't like Uncle Sam, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from. This is <em>OUR COUNTRY</em>, our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so. </p><p>  </p><p>But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our pledge, our national motto, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great American freedom, <em><u>THE</u> <u>RIGHT</u> <u>TO</u> <u>LEAVE</u>.</em></p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-06T10:03:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bird Brains]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Bill owns a company that manufactures and installs car wash systems. (Magic Wand Car Wash Systems, just in case you want to buy one.)  Bill's company installed a car wash system in Frederick, Md. 
  
Now understand that these are complete systems, including the money changer and money taking machines. 
   
The problem started when the new owner complained to Bill that he was losing significant amounts of money from his coin machines each week. 
   
He went as far as to accuse Bill's employees of having a key to the boxes and ripping him off.
    
Bill just couldn't believe that his people would do that, so they setup a camera to catch the thief in action. Well, they did catch him on film!
   

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That's a bird sitting on the change slot of the machine. 
  
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The bird had to go down into the machine, and back up inside to get to the money! 
  
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That's three quarters he has in his beak! Another amazing thing is that it was not just one bird -- there were several working together.  Once they identified the thieves, they found over $4000 in quarters on the roof of the car wash and more under a nearby tree.

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And you thought you heard of everything by now!!! 

(And to think the phrase "bird brain" is associated with being dumb.  Not these birds.) 
  
   
@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-07T12:03:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Extreme Body Painting]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is <em><u>so</u></em> cool. Body airbrushing is part of the make-up course that I want to take... <em>Sweet</em>... Check it out: 
  
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-10T07:03:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Saint?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Check out Rambo Granny... And let me know what you think of this! 
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<p>The Rambo Granny of Melbourne, Australia
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<p>Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down... and shot off their testicles.   
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<p>The old lady spent a week hunting those men down, and when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way, said Melbourne police investigator Evan Delp. Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant's desk and told him as calm as could be: "Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God." 
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<p>Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cellmate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up. 
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<p>The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas' testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said. "The one guy, Thomas, didn't lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won't be using it the way he used to," Detective Delp told reporters. "Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they're just happy to be alive after what they've been through." 
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<p>The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her granddaughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. "When I saw the look on my Debbie's face that night in the hospital, I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself 'cause I figured the Law would go easy on them," recalled the retired library worker. "And I wasn't scared of them, either -- because I've got me a gun and I've been shootin' all my life. And I wasn't dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one." 
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<p>So, using a police artist's sketch of the suspects and Debbie's description of the sickos', tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighborhood where the crime took place till she spotted the ill fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel. "I knew it was them the minute I saw 'em, but I shot a picture of 'em anyway and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them," the oldster recalled. "So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door and the minute the big one, Furth, opened the door, I shot 'em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt 'em most, you know." 
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<p>"Then I went in and shot the other one as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in." 
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<p>Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny. "What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison," Det. Delp said, "Especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for sainthood and a medal." 
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<p>DEPORT HER TO AMERICA -- WE NEED HER!!! 
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<p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-22T02:03:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Congratulations... ]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>
   
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's & 70's!!
   
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First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us.
    
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn't get tested for diabetes.
    
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
   
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We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
   
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As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
   
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
    
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
    
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
   
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
   
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We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
   
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
    
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We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
    
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
   
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
   
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live in us forever.
   
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We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
   
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The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
   
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
   
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
    
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
   
And YOU are one of them! CONGRATULATIONS! 
    
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
   
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-23T03:03:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hello =)]]></title>
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Remember, once you get over the hill, you'll begin to pick up speed. 
   
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I love cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food. 
   
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If it weren't for STRESS I'd have no energy at all. 
    
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Whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed. 
    
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some, like me, just don't have any film. 
   
I always know God won't give me more than I can handle but there are times I wish He didn't trust me quite so much. 
    
Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.       
   
If the shoe fits... buy a pair in every color. 
    
Never be too open minded, your brains could fall out. 
    
Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. 
    
If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip. 
    
Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks. 
    
Some days are a total waste of makeup.   
    
Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it. 
    
A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand. 
    
Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places. 
    
Opportunities always look bigger going than coming. 
   
Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it. 
    
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Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again. 
   
By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends. 

Learn from the mistakes of others. You can't live long enough to make them all yourself. (Trust me, I've tried!!) 
   
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God Bless You and Have a Wonderful Day!! 
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@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-25T03:03:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Moose Story]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>
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The following pictures are of a moose that went through a car's windshield near South River, Ontario.  
     
The VERY lucky woman driver ended up with just a  broken wrist and needing a good bath.  
   
When you view the pictures you will wonder how the woman managed to survive. 
   
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<em>Crazy, huh?</em>   
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-27T11:03:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Licking Envelopes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>This Is Why You <em><u>Don't</u></em> Lick Envelopes! <br /><br />I used to work for an envelope company. Our plant supervisor used to work in the Chicago plant and told us not to lick the envelopes because they would often find dead rats at the bottom of the glue barrel (after thousands of envelopes had been glued and shipped).  </p><p><em>Eww!</em></p><p><em>    </em><br /><em>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </em></p><p><em>    </em>      </p><p>I work in a factory and we have 2 employees who used to work in an envelope factory. They told me that when the machine jams up, they use whatever water is handy to thin out the glue. This includes water that they just mopped the floor with. Since then, I've avoided licking envelopes... </p><p><em>Yuck!</em><br />   <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br />   </p><p>A woman was working in a post office in California. One day she licked the envelopes and postage stamps instead of using a sponge. That very day the lady cut her tongue on the envelope. A week later, she noticed an abnormal swelling of her tongue. </p><p>  </p><p>She went to the doctor, but they found nothing wrong. Her tongue was not sore or anything. A couple of days later, her tongue started to swell more, and it began to get so sore, that she could not eat. She went back to the hospital, and demanded something be done. </p><p>   </p><p>The doctor took an X-ray of her tongue and noticed a lump. He prepared her for minor surgery. When the doctor cut her tongue open, a live cockroach crawled out!!!! There were roach eggs on the seal of the rnvelope. The egg was able to hatch inside of her tongue, because of her saliva. It was warm and moist...   </p><p>    </p><p>This is a true story reported on CNN. </p><p><em>Double Yuck!!</em> <br />    </p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br />    </p><p>Andy Hume wrote: &quot;Hey, I used to work in an envelope factory. You wouldn't believe the things that float around in those gum applicator trays. I haven't licked an envelope for years!&quot; </p><p><em>Hmm...</em><br />     <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />    </p><p>&quot;I used to work for a print shop (32 years ago) and we were told NEVER to lick the envelopes. I never understood why until I had to go into storage and pull out 2500 envelops that were already printed for a customer who was doing a mailing and saw several squads of roaches roaming around inside a couple of boxes with eggs everywhere. </p><p>   </p><p>They eat the glue on the envelopes. I think print shops have a harder time controlling roaches than a restaurant. I always buy the self-sealing type. Or if need be, I use a glue stick to seal one that has the type of glue that needs to be wet to stick.&quot; </p><p><em>Good idea...</em></p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-30T12:03:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bananas]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>After reading this, you'll <em>never</em> look at a banana the same way again!</p><p>   </p><p>Containing three natural sugars - sucrose, fructose, and glucose combined with fiber, a banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial boost of energy. Research has proven that just 2 bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout.  No wonder the banana is the #1 fruit with the world's leading athletes.</p><p>   </p><p>But energy isn't the only way a banana can help us keep fit. It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number of illnesses and conditions, making it a must to add to our daily diet. </p><p>  </p><p><u>Depression:</u></p><p>According to a recent survey undertaken by MIND among people suffering from depression, many felt much better after eating a banana.  This is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that the body converts into serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your mood, and generally make you feel happier.</p><p>    </p><p><u>PMS:</u></p><p>Forget the pills - eat a banana.  The vitamin B6 it contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood.</p><p>    </p><p><u>Anemia:</u><br />High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglobin in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia.</p><p>    </p><p><u>Blood Pressure:</u></p><p>This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in potassium yet low in salt, making it the perfect way to beat blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for the fruit's ability to reduce the risk of blood pressure and stroke. </p><p>   </p><p><u>Brain Power:</u><br />200 students at a Twickenham (Middlesex) school were helped through their exams this year by eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their brain power.  Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist learning by making pupils more alert.</p><p>    </p><p><u>Constipation:</u><br />High in fiber, including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives.</p><p>  </p><p><u>Hangover:</u><br />One of the quickest ways of curing a hangover is to make a banana milkshake, sweetened with honey.  The banana calms the stomach and, with the help of the honey, builds up depleted blood sugar levels, while the milk soothes and re-hydrates your system.</p><p><em>Hmm... I'll definitely have to remember this one. =)</em></p><p>   </p><p><u>Heartburn:</u><br />Bananas have a natural antacid effect in the body, so if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for soothing relief. </p><p>   </p><p><u>Morning Sickness:</u>  <br />Snacking on bananas between meals helps to keep blood sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness.</p><p>    </p><p><u>Mosquito Bites:</u></p><p>Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try rubbing the affected area with the inside of a banana skin.  Many people find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation.</p><p><em>Sounds weird if you ask me.</em></p><p><em>   </em></p><p><u>Nerves:</u><br />Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous system. </p><p>    </p><p><u>Overweight And At Work?:</u></p><p>Studies at the Institute of Psychology in Austria found pressure at work leads to gorging on comfort food like chocolate and chips.  Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers found the most obese were more likely to be in high-pressure jobs.  The report concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings, we need to control our blood sugar levels by snacking on high carbohydrate foods every 2 hours to keep levels steady.</p><p>    </p><p><u>Ulcers:</u></p><p>The banana is used as the dietary food against intestinal disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness.  It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in over-chronicler cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and reduces irritation by coating the lining of the stomach.</p><p>   </p><p><u>Temperature Control:</u></p><p>Many other cultures see bananas as a &quot;cooling&quot; fruit that can lower both the physical and emotional temperature of expectant mothers.  In Thailand, for example, pregnant women eat bananas to ensure their baby is born with a cool temperature.</p><p><em>Sure.  Riiight.</em></p><p><em>    </em></p><p><u>Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD):</u></p><p>Bananas can help SAD sufferers because they contain the natural mood enhancer tryptophan.</p><p>   </p><p><u>Smoking:</u></p><p>Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking. The B6, B12, potassium, and magnesium they contain help the body recover from the effects of nicotine withdrawal.</p><p><em>No cigarette for me thanks.  I think I'll go puff on a banana instead. =P</em></p><p>    </p><p><u>Stress:</u></p><p>Potassium is a vital mineral, which helps normalize the heartbeat, sends oxygen to the brain, and regulates your body's water balance.  When we are stressed, our metabolic rate rises, thereby reducing our potassium levels.  These can be re-balanced with the help of a high-potassium banana snack.</p><p><em>Stress raises our metabolism?!  Damn, I should be a size Zero if that's the case...</em></p><p>   </p><p><u>Strokes:</u><br />According to research in The New England Journal of Medicine, eating bananas as part of a regular diet can cut the risk of death by strokes by as much as 40%!</p><p>    </p><p>So, a banana really is a natural remedy for many ills.  When you compare it to an apple, it has 4 times the protein, twice the carbohydrates, 3 times the phosphorus, 5 times the vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals.  It is also rich in potassium, and is one of the best value foods around.</p><p>   <br />So maybe its time to change that well-known phrase so that we say, &quot;A <u>banana</u> a day keeps the doctor away!&quot;</p><p><em>Or maybe we should all just shut up &amp; eat some kiwi. =D</em></p><p><em>     </em>    </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-03-30T11:03:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Things You Don't See Everyday...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Have A Great Day! =)
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-02T01:04:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[FYI On Your Clothes Dryer]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Good information to know!</p><p>   </p><p>I had a wonderful morning until the heating unit went out of my dryer! <br /></p><p>The handy man went in to the dryer and pulled out the lint filter.  It was clean.  We always clean the lint from the filter after every load of clothes.  He said that he wanted to show us something.  He took the filter over to the sink and ran hot water over it.  Now, this thing is mesh and the hot water just laid on top of the mesh!!!  It didn't go through it at all!!!</p><p>    </p><p>He told us that dryer sheets cause a film over that mesh and that's what burns out the heating unit.  You can't <em>see</em> the film, but it's there.  He said the best way to keep your dryer working for a very long time (and to keep your electric bill lower) is to take that filter out and wash it with hot soapy water and an old toothbrush at least every six months.  He said that makes the life of the dryer at least twice as long!  How about that???!!!!  You learn something new everyday!</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-07T11:04:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[YaYa Sisterhood]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-09T02:04:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Idiot Of The Year]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>What A Friggin' Moron... 
   
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-09T02:04:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Can You Guess What Cup Size?     ]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>Let's See How Wise You Are... Can You Guess What Cup Size These Are? 
   
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-11T03:04:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't Get This Drunk!    ]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> See what happens when you party too hard &amp; you're the first one to pass out!: <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/1.jpg"> Oh, the things you can do with a razor &amp; some markers. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/2.jpg"> Wow, we have some creative minds at work here. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/3.jpg"> Beer &amp; trophies... yeah. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/4.jpg"> Hmm, I think the reason I find this one so funny is because I actually had a couple of friends do this one night (minus the hand down the pants). lol <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/5.jpg"> I can imagine this guy is going to freak out when he wakes up... I know I would! (Let's just hope that he doesn't decide to roll over...) <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/6.jpg"> I hope he doesn't have to pee? <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after1.jpg"> Someone's head would <i>roll</i> if I woke up like this! <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after2.jpg"> Sticks &amp; stones may break my bones... or end up in my hair. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after3.jpg"> "Yeah, um, I'm part of ICP... it's the new look." <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after4.jpg"> Yikes, I think this one speaks for itself... <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after5.jpg"> Haha, that's all I've got to say! <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after6.jpg"> 'Not exactly <i>Coyote Ugly</i> but man, how much did I drink last night?!' <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after7.jpg"> Oh, yuck! Say no to <i>teabagging!</i> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after8.jpg"> Gives a whole new meaning to the term <i>"Cotton Mouth."</i> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after9.jpg"> Oh, the wonders of duct tape. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/day_after10.jpg"> What a smokin ass! <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/drunk1.jpg"> Things You Can Do With Duct Tape, Part 2. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/drunk2.jpg"> Haha, this is pretty inventive. <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/drunk3.jpg"> Hey, do you smell something? <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/drunk4.jpg"> Great minds at work... now I know how the Leaning Tower in Italy was built! (By a bunch of drunkards!) </center> @-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-13T08:04:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't Sniff The Perfume!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>This is something that happened to us on the way back from vacation last spring. I didn't think much of it until now. The reason we were a little suspicious is we had been riding in a jeep all day with 100 degrees temps and we stopped at a truck stop for something to drink. When I was leaving, a young girl followed me out and asked what kind of cologne I was wearing. Well, after 7 hours in the car sweating, I don't think you could tell I was or was not wearing any cologne. We just got in the jeep and said no thanks.<br /><br />Then it was about 3 weeks ago, I was at a service station in Birmingham getting gas. It was about 9:30 pm. I was approached by 2 men and 2 women in a car. The man that was driving asked me &quot;What kind of perfume do you wear?&quot; I was a bit confused and I asked him.</p><p>    </p><p>&quot;Why?&quot; He said, &quot;We are selling some name brand perfumes, at cheap prices.&quot;<br />    </p><p>I said I had no money. He then reached out of the car and handed me paper that was laminated, ithad many perfumes on it. I looked quickly at it and gave it back.  I said, &quot;I have no money.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>He said it is OK, we take check, cash,or credit cards.Then the people in the car began to laugh. I just got in my car and said no thanks. <br />    </p><p>Then I received this e-mail yesterday and it sent chills up my spine.<br /><br />Please read this. It is no joke. Here is the e-mail I was sent:<br />    </p><p>Dear Friends:<br />   <br />I know not all of you are women that I am sending this to, but am hoping you will share this with your wives, daughters, mothers, sisters, etc. Our world seems to be getting crazier by the day. Pipe bombs in mailboxes and sickos in parking lots with perfume. Be careful. I was approached yesterday afternoon around 5:30 PM in the Walmart parking lot by two males asking what kind of perfume I was wearing. Then they asked if I'd like to sample some fabulous scent they were willing to sell me at a very reasonable rate. I probably would have agreed had I not received an e-mail warning of a &quot;Wanna smell this neat perfume?&quot; scam. </p><p>   </p><p>The men continued to stand between parked cars, I guess to wait for someone else to hit on. I stopped a lady going towards them, pointing at them and told her about how I was sent an e-mail at work about someone walking up to you at the malls or in parking lots and asking you to <em>SNIFF PERFUME</em> that they are selling at a cheap price.<br />    <br />THIS IS NOT PERFUME... IT IS ETHER! </p><p>    <br />When you sniff it, you'll pass out.They'll take your wallet, your valuables and heaven knows what else. <br /><br />PLEASE BE ALERT AND BEWARE. <br /></p><p>    </p><p>Have A Great &amp; Safe Day!</p><p>     </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-24T02:04:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[True Or False?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Can You Guess Which Of The Following Are True &amp; Which Are False?:</p><p>   </p><p>1.  Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning. <br />   </p><p>2.  Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a belly button. <br />   </p><p>3.  A pack-a-day smoker will lose approximately 2 teeth every 10 years. <br />   </p><p>4.  People do not get sick from cold weather; they get sick from being indoors a lot. <br />  </p><p>5.  When you sneeze, all bodily functions stop, even your heart! <br />   </p><p>6.  Only 7 per cent of the population are lefties. <br />   </p><p>7.  Forty people are sent to the hospital for dog bites every minute. <br />   </p><p>8.  Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until they are 2-6 years old. <br />   </p><p>9.  The average person over 50 will have spent 5 years waiting in lines. <br />  </p><p>10.  The toothbrush was invented in 1498. <br />  </p><p>11.  The average housefly lives for one month. <br />  </p><p>12. 40,000 Americans are injured by toilets each year. <br />  </p><p>13.  A coat hanger is 44 inches long when straightened. <br />  </p><p>14.  The average computer user blinks 7 times a minute. <br />  </p><p>15.  Your feet are bigger in the afternoon than any other time of day. <br />  </p><p>16.  Most of us have eaten a spider in our sleep. <br />   </p><p>17.  The <em>REAL</em> reason ostriches stick their head in the sand is to search for water. <br />   </p><p>18.  The only two animals that can see behind themselves without turning their heads are the rabbit and the parrot. <br />   </p><p>19.  John Travolta turned down the starring roles in &quot;An Officer And A Gentleman&quot; and &quot;Tootsie.&quot; <br />   </p><p>20.  Michael Jackson owns the rights to the South Carolina State anthem. <br />  </p><p>21.  In most television commercials advertising milk, a mixture of white paint and a little thinner is used in place of the milk. <br />   </p><p>22.  Prince Charles and Prince William NEVER travel on the same airplane, just in case there is a crash. <br />   </p><p>23.  The first Harley Davidson motorcycle built in 1903 used a tomato can for a carburetor. <br />   </p><p>24.  Most hospitals make money by selling the umbilical cords cut from women who give birth. They are used in vein transplant surgery. <br />   </p><p>25.  Humphrey Bogart was related to Princess Diana. They were 7th cousins. <br />   </p><p>26.  If coloring weren't added to Coca-Cola, it would be green. <br />  </p><p>See answers below: <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />*</p><p>They are all true... Now go back and think about #16 <br />   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-26T11:04:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Things That Make Ya Go Hmm....                         ]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/things_that_make_ya_go_hmm.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Haha, These Are Great!: 

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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/noenrty.jpg"> 
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/keepoffthegrass.jpg">
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fallingcow.jpg">
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/illiterate.jpg"> 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kidswithgas.jpg">
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/stopnostop.jpg">
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/stupidsign.jpg">
This one is the best! 
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/goback.jpg"> 
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/openrange.jpg">
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/morgue.jpg"> 
  
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/06cold.jpg"> 
  
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-04-29T12:04:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Things That Make Ya Say "Holy Crap!"]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/things_that_make_ya_say_holy_crap.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Wow, check these out... 
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I bet they had to wrestle this one! 
   
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Can't say that I'd <em>ever</em> want to see one of these in my backyard... or state... hell, make that country! 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/bringmeabeer.jpg">
And I thought carrying 3 or 4 drinks at a time was tough... 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/holycrapengine.jpg"> Yeah, ok... 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/homecinema.jpg"> 
I can imagine this would provide some thumping sound... 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/goldfishsink.jpg">
So this is what a "fish-themed" bathroom would look like 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/holypot.jpg"> 
Talk about a "pot head" 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/yucksnake.jpg"> 
This is just too weird for me to even comment on... 
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-05-06T08:05:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bad Days]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/bad_days.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/naughtycat.jpg">
   
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <category><![CDATA[internet dating]]></category>
  <dc:date>2005-05-13T11:05:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Beware Of Internet Dating!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/beware_of_internet_dating.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>For those of you that are thinking about internet dating, here is a personal story of mine:</p><p>  </p><p>I started talking to this guy from <a href="http://www.facethejury.com/">FaceTheJury.</a>  He seemed nice, sweet, funny, he was in a fraternity, going to college, in the military, worked at a gym... Sounded like the perfect guy. </p><br /><p>He started calling me one night while I was out in his town (rare occasion for me to go out in his town, but anyway).  Told me that he wanted to meet me.  I told him to come to the bar &amp; hang out with me, my cousin, &amp; my friends.  He said he couldn't because he had been in a car wreck &amp; didn't currently have a vehicle, but if I wanted to come over to <em>his</em> place, then I was more than welcome.</p><p>  </p><p>I declined.  Something about people I've never met inviting me over to their place creeps me out.  He kept calling me that night, &quot;Are you coming over?  Are you coming over?&quot;</p><br /><p>Anyway, I happened to be talking to one of my friends that attends the same university as he does, &amp; asked her if she knew who he was.  </p><br /><p>&quot;Yes!  How the hell do you know him??!&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>My answer was vague... I didn't want to tell her that I had been talking to him online &amp; hadn't met him yet.</p><br /><p>She exclaimed &quot;Don't bother with him... Get away from him as fast as you can, he's bad news!&quot;</p><br /><p>Turns out that a couple of years ago, this guy <em>raped</em> one of her friends.  He was then immediately kicked off campus. He was unallowed to live or be in <em>any</em> of the dorms &amp; was unable to go out for sports.  </p><br /><p>I've quit answering my phone &amp; the kid still won't stop calling me... He called me at 2:30 AM this morning... thank God I was awake enough to hit the mute button instead of answering it like I usually do when someone wakes me up.</p><br /><p>Scary huh?  What if I hadn't asked her about him &amp; decided to go ahead &amp; meet him?? *Gulp*</p><br /><p>Now, I'm not saying that internet dating is bad... hell, two of the guys I've dated I've met online.  But what I am saying is<em> </em>to <em>be <u>careful</u></em>. No matter how nice they <em>seem</em> or how sweet they <em>appear</em>, you never really know what's under the surface.  They could be telling you about a life that's not even <em>theirs</em> for all you know, pretending to be someone else.</p><br /><p>Being overly cautious is better than being dead. </p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-06-06T04:06:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bartender Psychology]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/bartender_psychology.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>This was so good I just had to post it on <u>both</u> blogs!</em>

Before you order a drink in public, you should read this! Seven New York City bartenders were asked if they could nail a woman's personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they concurred on almost all counts. The results are as follows:

<u>Drink</u>: Beer
<u>Personality</u>: Causal, low-maintenance; down to earth.
<u>Your Approach</u>: Challenge her to a game of pool.

<u>Drink</u>: Blender Drinks
<u>Personality</u>: Flaky, whiny, annoying; a pain in the ass.
<u>Your Approach</u>: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabana boy.

<u>Drink</u>: Mixed Drinks
<u>Personality</u>: Older, more refined, high maintenance, has very picky taste; knows <em>EXACTLY</em> what she wants.
<u>Your Approach</u>: You won't have to approach her. If she's interested, she'll send YOU a drink....

<u>Drink</u>: Wine (does not include White Zinfandel)
<u>Personality</u>: Conservative and classy; sophisticated yet giggles.
<u>Your Approach</u>: Tell her you love to travel and spend quiet evenings with friends.

<u>Drink</u>: White Zinfandel
<u>Personality</u>: Easy; thinks she is classy and sophisticated, actually, she has NO clue.
<u>Your Approach</u>: Make her feel smarter than she is... this should be an easy target.

<u>Drink</u>: Shots
<u>Personality</u>: Likes to hang with frat-boy pals and looking to get totally drunk... and naked.
<u>Your Approach</u>: Easiest hit in the joint. You have been blessed. Nothing to do but wait, however, be careful not to make her mad!

<u>Drink</u>: Tequila
No explanations required - everyone just KNOWS what happens there.

***************

THEN, there is the MALE addendum ---- The deal with guys is, as always, very simple and clear cut:

<u>Domestic Beer</u>: He's poor and wants to get laid.

<u>Imported Beer</u>: He likes good beer and wants to get laid.

<u>Wine</u>: He is hoping that the wine will give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid.

<u>Whiskey</u>: He doesn't give a damn about anything but getting laid.

<u>Tequila</u>: He is thinking he has a chance with the toothless waitress.

<u>White Zinfandel</u>: He's gay.

Have A Great Day!

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-06-25T03:06:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Good Life Tips]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/good_life_tips.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Make sure you remember these...
   
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1. If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto! The blockage will be almost instantly removed. 
   
2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away. 
    
3. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink. 
    
4. High blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a while, thus reducing the pressure in your arteries. 
    
5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep when you hit the snooze button. 
   
6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you will be afraid to cough. 
   
7. Have a bad tooth ache? Hit your thumb with a hammer, then you will forget about the tooth ache. 
   
8. Remember that you need only two tools: WD-40 and duct tape. If it doesn't move and it should, use WD-40. If it moves and shouldn't, use the duct tape. 
   
9. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them. 
   
10. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You have another chance! 
   
And finally... 
   
11. Be really good to your family and friends. You never know when you are going to need them to empty your bedpan and feed you applesauce. 
     
"Thought for the Day: Our days are happier when we give people a bit of our heart rather than a piece of our mind." 
   
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Have A Great Day!
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-06-26T03:06:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How Can You Live Without Knowing These Things?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/how_can_you_live_without_knowing_these_things.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Good Info To Know...</p><p>    </p><p>Many years ago, in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled &quot;Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden&quot;... and thus the word GOLF entered the English language... <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />The first couple to be shown in bed together on  prime time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </p><p>Coca-Cola was originally green. That's why food coloring is added to make it dark. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />It is impossible to lick your elbow. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />The State with the highest percentage of people who walk to work: Alaska <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </p><p>The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% </p><p>--Now get this: The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38% <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $6,400 <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />The average number of people airborne over the US any given hour: 61,000 <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </p><p>Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />The first novel ever written on a typewriter was by Tom Sawyer. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ </p><p>The San Francisco Cable Cars are the only mobile National Monuments. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history: </p><p>Spades - King David <br />Hearts - Charlemagne <br />Clubs - Alexander, the Great <br />Diamonds - Julius Caesar <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321 <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. <br />If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. <br />If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th: John Hancock and Charles Thomson. <br />Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn't added until 5 years later. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Q. Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of what? </p><p>A. Their birthplace. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Q. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested? </p><p>A. Obsession. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter &quot;A&quot;? </p><p>A. One thousand. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common? </p><p>A. All were invented by women. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil? </p><p>A. Honey. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Q. Which day are there more collect calls than any other day of the year? <br />A. Father's Day. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on.  Hence the phrase......... &quot;goodnight, sleep tight.&quot; <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar <br />was lunar based, this period was called the honey month ... which we know today as the honeymoon. <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them &quot;Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down.&quot;  It's where we get the phrase &quot;mind your P's and Q's.&quot; <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. <br />When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service.  &quot;Wet your whistle&quot; is the phrase inspired by this practice. </p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br />AND FINALLY.... </p><p>75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow. </p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-06-27T01:06:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[And You Thought Your Shoes Were Uncomfortable?!    ]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Check out the latest fashions from Japan & Italy: 
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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/blackspike.jpg">
  
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/blackmoonboots.jpg"> 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/blackyikes.jpg"> 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redmoonboots.jpg"> 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/blacksparkle.jpg"> 
   
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/blackhorseshoe.jpg"> 
    
<em>Seriously, why <u>would</u> ya?</em> 
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-02T02:07:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Apples & Wine]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/apples_wine.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Maybe this will make you feel better, Jeni!  Keep your head up, girl! =)</p><br /><p>Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy to pick up.<br />  <br />The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're <u><em>amazing</em></u>. They just have to wait for the right man to come along - the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.<br />  <br />Now Men...<br />  </p><p>Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.</p><p>     </p><p>Have A Great Day!</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-06T10:07:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[9 Things I Hate About Everyone]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/9_things_i_hate_about_everyone.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Another classic favorite of mine!</p><br><p>1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is, Pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?</p><p>    </p><p>2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.</p><p>    </p><p>3. When people say &quot;Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too.&quot; Damn right! What good is a cake if you can't eat it?</p><p>     </p><p>4. When people say &quot;It's always the last place you look.&quot; Of course it is! Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this?! Who and where are they?</p><p>    </p><p>5. When people say while watching a film &quot;Did you see that?&quot; No Asshole, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.</p><p>    </p><p>6. People who ask &quot;Can I ask you a question?&quot;  idn't really give me a choice there, did ya, Sunshine?</p><p>   </p><p>7. When something is &quot;new and improved.&quot; Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.</p><p>   </p><p>8. When people say &quot;life is short.&quot; What the fuck?! Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?</p><p>   </p><p>9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks you &quot;Has the bus come yet?&quot;  If the damn bus came would I still be standing here?!</p><p>    </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-07T07:07:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Now You Know The Truth!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/now_you_know_the_truth.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Here's one for all you inquiring minds out there!
  
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-10T05:07:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Maxine!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_maxine.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Ya Gotta Love Her For Being So Blunt!
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-11T07:07:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Happiness Fairy]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This reminds me of what I look like in the morning!  lol
    
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-11T08:07:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Thought Of The Day - Slinkies]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/thought_of_the_day_slinkies.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>&quot;Some people are like Slinkies...&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>Not really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.&quot;</p><br><p>Have A Great Day!</p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-15T05:07:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Check it out...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/check_it_out.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>I didn't know how Mindsay would feel about some of my dirtier, raunchier posts, so they're posted on my other blog.  </p><p>  </p><p>Check them out by clicking <a href="http://humorous1.blogspot.com/">here</a> (NOT RECOMMENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE!!) &amp; work your way down from the latest posting.  Feel free to explore my other two blogs as well!</p><p>   </p><p>I hope all of you get a few laughs out of it.  Enjoy!</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-15T07:07:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Layout]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_layout.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>New Layout... Kinda dark for a change, I like it.  Let me know what you think.</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-18T12:07:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Famous Quotes]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/famous_quotes.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>I thought you guys would get a kick out of these.  <em><font color="#ff0000">My smart-ass comments are in red.</font></em></p><p>  </p><p>&quot;I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalog: 'No good in a bed, but fine against a wall.'&quot; - Eleanor Roosevelt <em><font color="#ff0000">(Hmm, sounds kinky if you ask me)</font></em></p><p>   <br />&quot;Last week, I stated this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister, and now wish to withdraw that statement.&quot; - Mark Twain <font color="#ff0000"><em>(Yikes, that must be bad!)</em></font></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good ending; and to have the two as close together as possible.&quot; - George Burns <em><font color="#ff0000">(Yes, sir, you've got it!)</font></em></p><p>     </p><p>&quot;Santa Claus has the right idea. Visit people only once a year.&quot; - Victor Borge <em><font color="#ff0000">(You wouldn't be referring to the in-laws, would you? lol)</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>&quot;Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.&quot; - Mark Twain <em><font color="#ff0000">(How true!)</font></em></p><p>  </p><p>&quot;What would men be without women? Scarce, sir...mighty scarce.&quot; - Mark Twain <em><font color="#ff0000">(Mark Twain is a very smart man, indeed!)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.&quot; - Socrates <em><font color="#ff0000">(Lol)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.&quot; - Groucho Marx <em><font color="#ff0000">(</font><font color="#ff0000">That bad, huh?)</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>&quot;My wife has a slight impediment in her speech. Every now and then she stops to breathe.&quot; - Jimmy Durante <em><font color="#ff0000">(Ouch!)</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>&quot;The male is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness and kindness, can be trained to do most things.&quot; - Jilly Cooper <em><font color="#ff0000">(Somedays I think I'd prefer a dog, thank you)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I have never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back.&quot; - Zsa Zsa Gabor <em><font color="#ff0000">(Right on, Sister!)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat.&quot; - Alex Levine <em><font color="#ff0000">(Bring on the Irish coffee then!)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.&quot; - Mark Twain <em><font color="#ff0000">(Ooo... &amp; nah nah na boo boo to you too!)<br /></font></em>  </p><p>&quot;My luck is so bad that if I bought a cemetery, people would stop dying.&quot; - Ed Furgol <em><font color="#ff0000">(I'd had those days before, too...)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Money can't buy you happiness... but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.&quot; - Spike Milligan <em><font color="#ff0000">(Somedays, yes, it does)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;What's the use of happiness? It can't buy you money.&quot; - Henny Youngman <font color="#ff0000">(You're always thinking, aren't ya?)</font></p><p>    </p><p>&quot;I am opposed to millionaires... but it would be dangerous to offer me the position.&quot; - Mark Twain <em><font color="#ff0000">(That's ok, Mark, I'll gladly take the title off your hands for ya.)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Until I was thirteen, I thought my name was shut up.&quot; - Joe Namath  <em><font color="#ff0000">(Haha, that's classic!)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.&quot; - Herbert Henry Asquith <em><font color="#ff0000">(No Kidding!)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I don't feel old. I don't feel anything until noon. Then it's time for my nap.&quot; - Bob Hope<font color="#ff0000"> <em>(Sounds like me on Sundays!)</em></font></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it.&quot; - WC. Fields <em><font color="#ff0000">(Haha, guess I never thought about it that way!)</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>&quot;We could certainly slow the aging process down if it had to work its way through Congress.&quot; - Will Rogers <em><font color="#ff0000">(For sure!)</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>&quot;Don't worry about avoiding temptation... as you grow older, it will avoid you.&quot; - Winston Churchill<em><font color="#ff0000"> (How sad... that is why I'm <u>never</u> growing old.)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty... but everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.&quot; - Phyllis Diller <em><font color="#ff0000">(Thanks for that mental picture.  That explains why there is never nude night at the retirement home.)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;The cardiologist's diet: If it tastes good spit it out.&quot; - Unknown <em><font color="#ff0000">(I might have to try that someday, I bet it works.)</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>&quot;By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere.&quot; - Billy Crystal <em><font color="#ff0000">(Too bad a man is never wise enough to learn to shut his mouth.)</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-21T07:07:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How To Call The Police]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>This is a true story...</p><p><br />George Phillips of Meridian, Mississippi was going up to bed when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. </p><p>   </p><p>He phoned the police, who asked &quot;Is someone in your house?&quot; and he said no.  Then they said that all patrols were busy, and that he should simply lock his door and an officer would be along when available. </p><p>   </p><p>George said, &quot;Okay,&quot; hung up, counted to 30, and phoned the police again. </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people in my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I've just shot them all.&quot; Then he hung up. </p><p>   </p><p>Within five minutes three police cars, an Armed Response unit, and an ambulance showed up at the Phillips residence. Of course, the police caught the burglars red-handed. </p><p>   </p><p>One of the Policemen said to George: &quot;I thought you said that you shot them!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>George said, &quot;I thought you said there was nobody available!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p><font color="#ff0000">Haha, I love it. =)</font></p><p>     </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-22T01:07:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[T-Shirts For Kids!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Gotta love parents with a sense of humor!
   
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-07-28T08:07:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ewww...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Yuck, Yuck, Yuck, Yuck!
    
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-02T02:08:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Quizzes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>I took a bunch of quizzes today... check out how I ranked by going here: <a href="http://everydayrants.blogspot.com/">Everyday Rants</a></p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-03T11:08:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Might Be A Redneck Geek If...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Your e-mail address ends in &quot;.over.yonder.com.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>You connect to the World Wide Web via a &quot;Down Home Page.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>The bumper sticker on your truck says &quot;My other computer is a notebook.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>Your notebook has a sticker that says &quot;Protected by Smith and Wesson.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>You've ever doubled the value of your truck by installing a cellular phone. </p><p>   </p><p>Your baseball cap reads &quot;Apple&quot; instead of &quot;CAT.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>Your computer is worth more than all your trucks combined.</p><p>   </p><p>Your wife said &quot;either she or the computer had to go&quot;, and you <em>still</em> don't miss her.</p><p>   </p><p>You've ever used a CD-ROM as a coaster to set your beer on.</p><p>   </p><p>You ever refer to your computer as &quot;Ole Bessy.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>Your screen saver is a bitmap image of your favorite truck, tractor, or farm animal.</p><p>    </p><p>You start all your e-mails with the words &quot;Howdy y'all.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-03T06:08:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pierre, The French Fighter Pilot]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Here's some <em><u>ADULT</u></em> humor for ya!</p><p>   </p><p>Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day and love is in the air. </p><p>   </p><p>Marie leans over to Pierre and says, &quot;Pierre, kiss me!&quot; Our hero grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips.</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;What are you doing, Pierre?&quot; says the startled Marie. </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;I am Pierre, the famous French fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I like to have red wine!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>She smiles and they start kissing. When things began to heat up a little, Marie says, &quot;Pierre, kiss me lower.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and starts pouring it all over her breasts. </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Pierre! What are you doing?&quot;, asks the bewildered Marie. </p><p>  </p><p>He replies, &quot;I am Pierre, the famous French fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I like to have white wine!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>They resume their passionate interlude and things really steam up. </p><p>   </p><p>Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, &quot;Pierre, kiss me lower!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Our hero grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and lights it on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the river. </p><p>   </p><p>Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms upwards and screams furiously, <em>&quot;PIERRE,</em> <em>what in the hell do you</em> <em>think you're doing?&quot;</em></p><p>   </p><p>Our hero stands up, defiantly, and says, &quot;I am Pierre, the famous French fighter pilot! When I go down, I go down in flames!&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-03T07:08:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[She Was Soooooooo Blonde...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/she_was_soooooooo_blonde.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>* She thought a quarterback was a refund. </p><p>   </p><p>* She thought General Motors was in the army. </p><p>   </p><p>* She thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats. </p><p>   </p><p>* She thought Boyz II Men was a day care center. </p><p>  </p><p>* At the bottom of an application where it says &quot;Sign here:&quot; she wrote &quot;Sagittarius.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>* She took the ruler to bed to see how long she slept. </p><p>  </p><p>* She sent a fax with a stamp on it. </p><p>  </p><p>* Under &quot;education&quot; on her job application, she put &quot;Hooked On Phonics.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>* She tripped over a cordless phone. </p><p>  </p><p>* She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice can because it said &quot;Concentrate.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>* She told me to meet her at the corner of &quot;WALK&quot; and &quot;DON'T WALK.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>* She tried to put M&amp;M's in alphabetical order. </p><p>  </p><p>* She studied for a blood test. </p><p>  </p><p>* She sold the car for gas money. </p><p>  </p><p>* When she missed bus #44 she took bus #22 twice instead. </p><p>  </p><p>* When she went to the airport and saw a sign that said, &quot;Airport Left,&quot; she turned around and went home. </p><p>  </p><p>* When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved. </p><p>  </p><p>* She thought if she spoke her mind, she'd be speechless. </p><p>  </p><p>* She thought that she could not use her AM radio in the evening. </p><p>  </p><p>* She had a shirt that said &quot;TGIF,&quot; which she thought stood for &quot;This Goes In Front.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>* She thinks Taco Bell is the Mexican phone company.</p><br><p>Haha, corny humor, I know!</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-10T02:08:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Killer Biscuits]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/killer_biscuits.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>It's hard to believe that people could actually be this dumb!</p><p>   </p><p>KILLER BISCUITS WANTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER IN DRIVE BY SHOOTING (The actual Associated Press headline)</p><p>   </p><p>Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head.<br />   <br />One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to her car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay.   <br /></p><p>Linda replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head  during a drive by shooting, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour.<br />  <br />The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head.<br />  </p><p>When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gun shot and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains.  She had initially passed out, but quickly re-covered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.<br /><br />And yes, Linda is a blonde.</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-11T01:08:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Top Ten Things Men Understand About Women]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/top_ten_things_men_understand_about_women.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>1.<br />  <br />2.<br />  <br />3.<br />  <br />4.<br />  <br />5.<br />  <br />6.<br />  <br />7.<br />  <br />8.<br />  <br />9.<br />  <br />10.<br />   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-11T01:08:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Obedient Wife]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/obedient_wife.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>There was a man who had worked all of his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real miser when it came to his money. Just before he died, he said to his wife, &quot;When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me.&quot; <br />  <br />And so he got his wife to promise him with all of her heart that when he died, she would put all of the money in the casket with him. <br /><br />Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, &quot;Wait just a minute!&quot; <br /><br /> She had a box with her, she came over with the box and put it in the casket. <br /><br /> Then the undertakers locked the casket down, and they rolled it away. So her friend said, &quot;Girl, I know you weren't fool enough to put all that money in there with your husband.&quot; <br /><br />The loyal wife replied, &quot;Listen, I'm a Christian, and I can't go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him.&quot; <br /><br />&quot;You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!!!!?&quot; <br /><br />&quot;I sure did,&quot; said the wife. &quot;I got it all together, put it into my account and wrote him a check. If he can cash it, he can spend it.&quot; <br /><br />Hooray for clever females! <br />    </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-11T01:08:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Are Men Happier?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_are_men_happier.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Men Are Just Happier People... What do you expect from such simple creatures? </p><p>   </p><p>Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours.  Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. </p><p>   <br />You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.  Car mechanics tell you the truth. <br />  <br />The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of  which way to turn a nut on a bolt.  Same work, more pay. <br /><br />Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress = $5000. Tux rental = $100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. <br /><br />The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.  One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. <br /> <br />A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. <br /><br />Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. <br /><br />You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can &quot;do&quot; your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache. <br /><br />You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes. <br /><br />No wonder men are happier! <br />  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-15T07:08:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Better Advice Than "Dear Abby"]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/better_advice_than_dear_abby.mws</link>
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Never read the fine print. 
There ain't no way you're going to like it. 

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If you let a smile be your umbrella, 
Then most likely your butt will get soaking wet. 

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The only two things we do with greater frequency 
In middle age are urinate and attend funerals. 

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The trouble with bucket seats 
Is that not everybody has the same size bucket. 

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To err is human, 
To forgive - highly unlikely. 

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Do you realize that in about 40 years, 
We'll have thousands of old ladies running around 
With tattoos and belly button rings? 

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Money can't buy happiness -- 
But somehow it's more comfortable to cry 
In a Porsche than in a Hyundai. 

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Drinking makes some husbands 
See double and feel single. 

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Living in a nudist colony 
Takes all the fun out of Halloween. 

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After a certain age, 
If you don't wake up aching in every joint, 
You are probably dead. 

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-17T07:08:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[As I Mature...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/as_i_mature.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is definitely one of my favorites!!!

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I've learned that you cannot make someone love you.  
All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

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I've learned that no matter how much I care,
Some people are just assholes.

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I've learned that it takes years to build up trust,
And it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

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I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you'd better have a big willy or huge boobs.

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I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others -
They are more screwed up than you think.

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I've learned that you can keep vomiting
Long after you think you're finished.
    
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I've learned that we are responsible for what we do,
Unless we are celebrities.

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I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first,
The passion fades,
And there had better be a lot of money to take its place!

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I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house,
Your kids did it.

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I've learned that the people you care most about in life
Are taken from you too soon...
And all the less important ones just never go away.

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-22T04:08:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Women Have Two Hands... Why Men Have Two Hands...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_women_have_two_hands_why_men_have_two_hands.mws</link>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-23T08:08:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Mean Drunk]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/mean_drunk.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A drunken man walks into a biker bar, sits down at the bar and orders a drink.  Looking around, he sees three men sitting at a corner table. He gets up, staggers to the table, leans over, looks the biggest, meanest, biker in the face and says: &quot;I went by your grandma's house today and I saw her in the hallway buck naked. Man, she is one fine looking woman!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The biker looks at him and doesn't say a word. His buddies are confused, because he is one bad biker and would fight at the drop of a hat.  The drunk leans on the table again and says: &quot;I got it on with your grandma and she is good, the best I ever had!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>The biker's buddies are starting to get really mad but the biker still says nothing.  The drunk leans on the table one more time and says, &quot;I'll tell you something else, boy, your grandma liked it!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>At this point the biker stands up, takes the drunk by the shoulders, looks him square in the eyes and says... &quot;Grandpa, go home, you're drunk&quot;. <br /></p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-25T06:08:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Perceptive Patient]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/perceptive_patient.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A beautiful, voluptuous woman went to a gynecologist. The doctor took one look at this woman and all his professionalism went out the window. </p><br><p>He immediately told her to undress. After she had disrobed the doctor began to stroke her thigh. Doing so, he asked her, &quot;Do you know what I'm doing?&quot; </p><br /><p>&quot;Yes,&quot; she replied, &quot;you're checking for any abrasions or dermatological abnormalities.&quot; </p><br /><p>&quot;That is right,&quot; said the doctor.  He then began to fondle her breasts. &quot;Do you know what I'm doing now?&quot; he asked. </p><br /><p>&quot;Yes,&quot; the woman said, &quot;you're checking for any lumps or breast cancer.&quot; </p><br /><p>&quot;Correct,&quot; replied the shady doctor.</p><p> </p><p>Finally, he mounted his patient and started having sexual intercourse with her. He asked, &quot;Do you know what I'm doing now?&quot; </p><p><br />&quot;Yes,&quot; she said. &quot;You're getting herpes; which is why I came here in the first place.&quot; <br /></p><p>   </p><p>Have a great day!</p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-29T01:08:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Stress Fixer]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/stress_fixer.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Just in case you've had a rough day, here is an 7-Step Stress Management Technique recommended in the latest psychological texts. The funny thing is that it really works... I tried it! <br /><br />1. Picture yourself near a stream.</p><p>  </p><p>2. Birds are softly chirping in the cool mountain air.</p><p>  <br />3. No one but you knows your secret place.<br /></p><p>   </p><p>4. You are in total seclusion from the hectic place called &quot;the world.&quot;<br />   <br />5. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.<br />   </p><p>6. The water is crystal clear.<br /></p><p>   </p><p>7. You can easily make out the face of the person you're holding underwater.<br />    </p><p>See? You're smiling already!!<br />  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-29T02:08:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Blonde Men]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/blonde_men.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>It's not too often that you hear a joke about blonde guys... but they deserve equal distribution.  <em>RIGHT????<br /></em>   <br />Two blonde guys were working for the city works department.  One would dig a hole and the other would follow behind him and fill the hole in.  </p><p>   </p><p>They worked up one side of the street, then down the other, then moved on to the next street, working furiously all day without rest, one guy digging a hole, the other guy filling it in again.<br />   </p><p>An onlooker was amazed at their hard work, but couldn't understand what they were doing.  So he asked the hole digger, &quot;I'm impressed by the effort you two are putting into your work, but I  don't get it -- why do you dig a hole, only to have your partner follow behind and fill it up again?&quot;<br />   </p><p>The hole digger wiped his brow and sighed, &quot;Well,  I suppose it probably looks odd because we're normally a three-man team, but today the guy who plants the trees called in sick.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-29T02:08:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Lighthouses]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/lighthouses.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>I was in Las Vegas a short while ago, and had a very amusing experience. While getting gas, two young women in a convertible pulled in. They pulled up next to us and asked us where the light houses were. </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Lighthouses?&quot; I asked. </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Yes lighthouses. We are new to Las Vegas and just can't seem to find them,&quot; the driver replied. </p><p>  </p><p>Curious, and knowing that Las Vegas is nowhere near the ocean, I asked, &quot;Why are you looking for lighthouses?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Oh, there are so many good paying jobs for lighthouses here in the paper. But most want you to appear in person,&quot; the passenger answered while pointing to several ads. </p><p>   </p><p>I stopped pumping my gas and walked over to see the ad. You can imagine their disappointment when I read the ads and explained that it was for &quot;light house keeping.&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-08-29T02:08:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Honest Job Application]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/honest_job_application.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>This is an actual job application a 17 year old boy submitted at a McDonald's fast-food establishment in Florida... and they hired him because he was so honest and funny! </p><p>  </p><p>NAME: Greg B. (Name withheld to protect the guilty) </p><p>  </p><p>SEX: Not yet. Still waiting for the right person. </p><p>  </p><p>DESIRED POSITION: Company's President or Vice President. But seriously, whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be applying here in the first place. </p><p>  </p><p>DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael Ovitz style severance package. If that's not possible, make an offer and we can haggle. </p><p>  </p><p>EDUCATION: Yes. </p><p>   </p><p>LAST POSITION HELD: Target for middle management hostility. </p><p>  </p><p>SALARY: Less than I'm worth. </p><p>   </p><p>MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it notes. </p><p>  </p><p>REASON FOR LEAVING: I hated it. </p><p>  </p><p>HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: Any. </p><p>  </p><p>PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30 p.m., Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. </p><p>  </p><p>DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?: Yes, but they're better suited to a more intimate environment. </p><p>  </p><p>MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: If I had one, would I be here? </p><p>  </p><p>DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP TO 50 LBS?: Of what? </p><p>  </p><p>DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: I think the more appropriate question here would be &quot;Do you have a car that runs?&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing house Sweepstakes. </p><p>  </p><p>DO YOU SMOKE?: On the job no, on my breaks yes. </p><p>   </p><p>WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy dumb sexy blonde super model who thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Actually, I'd like to be doing that now. </p><p>   </p><p>DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?: Yes. Absolutely. </p><p>  </p><p>SIGN HERE: Aries.</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-03T04:09:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Doctor's Office]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Here's a laugh to brighten your day!</p><br><p>There's nothing worse than a snotty doctor's receptionist who insists you tell her what is wrong in a room full of other patients. I know we all have experienced this, and I love the way this old guy handled it.<br />  </p><p>An 86-year old man walked into a crowded doctor's office. As he approached the desk, the receptionist said, &quot;Yes sir, what are you seeing the doctor for today?&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>There's something wrong with my penis,&quot; he replied. </p><p>  </p><p>The receptionist became irritated and said, &quot;You shouldn't come into a crowded office and say things like that.&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Why not? You asked me what was wrong and I told you,&quot; he said.</p><p>  </p><p>The receptionist replied, &quot;You've obviously caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there is something wrong with your ear or something and then discussed the problem further with the doctor in private.&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>The man walked out, waited several minutes and then re-entered.</p><p>   </p><p>The receptionist smiled smugly and asked, &quot;Yes?&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;There's something wrong with my ear,&quot; he stated.</p><p>  </p><p>The receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, knowing he had taken her advice. &quot;And what is wrong with your ear, Sir?&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;I can't piss out of it,&quot; the man replied.</p><p>  </p><p>The doctor's office erupted in laughter.</p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-07T11:09:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Blonde Year In Review]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>January - Took her new scarf back to the store because it was too tight. </p><p>   </p><p>February - Couldn't work in a pharmacy because the bottles wouldn't fit into the typewriter. </p><p>   </p><p>March - Got excited when she finished a jigsaw puzzle in 6 months because the box said &quot;2-4 years.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>April -  Was trapped on an escalator for hours when the power went out. </p><p>   </p><p>May - Couldn't make Kool-Aid because 8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets. </p><p>   </p><p>June - Couldn't learn to water ski because she couldn't find a lake with a slope. </p><p>   </p><p>July - After losing in a breast  stroke swimming competition, complained to the judges that the other swimmers were using their arms. </p><p>  </p><p>August - Told her blonde friend to hurry when trying to get into their locked convertible using a coat hanger because it was starting to rain and the top was down. </p><p>  </p><p>September - When asked what the capital of California was, she answered &quot;C.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>October - Hates M &amp;M's because they are so hard to peel. </p><p>  </p><p>November - Baked a turkey for 4 days because the instructions said 1 hour per pound and she weighed 120. </p><p>  </p><p>December - Couldn't call 911 because there was no  &quot;11&quot; on any phone button.</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-07T12:09:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Southern Baptist Minister vs A Little Old Lady =)]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A Southern Baptist Minister decided that a visual demonstration would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon.  Four worms were placed into four separate jars. </p><p>   </p><p>The first worm was put into a jar of alcohol. </p><p>  </p><p>The second worm was put into a jar of cigarette smoke.  </p><p>  </p><p>The third worm was put into a jar of chocolate syrup. </p><p>   </p><p>The fourth worm was put into a jar of good clean soil. </p><p>  </p><p>At the conclusion of the Sermon, the Minister reported the following results: </p><p>The first worm in alcohol - Dead. </p><p>The second worm in cigarette smoke - Dead. </p><p>Third worm in chocolate syrup - Dead. </p><p>Fourth worm in good clean soil - Alive. </p><p>  </p><p>So the Minister asked the congregation - &quot;What can you learn from this demonstration?&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>A little old woman in the back quickly raised her hand and said, &quot;As long as you drink, smoke, and eat chocolate, you won't have worms!&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>Don't you just love little old ladies???? </p><p>   </p><p>Have A Great Day!</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-12T08:09:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Correct Use Of The "F" Word]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>When is @#$% Acceptable? </p><p>   </p><p>There  are only eleven times in history where the &quot;F&quot; word has been considered acceptable for use. </p><p>They are as follows: </p><p>  </p><p>11.  &quot;What  the @#$% do you mean, we are sinking?&quot; </p><p>--  Capt. E.J. Smith of RMS Titanic, 1912 </p><p>   </p><p>10.  &quot;What the @#$% was that?&quot; </p><p>--  Mayor Of Hiroshima,  1945 </p><p>  </p><p>9.  &quot;Where did all those @#$%ing Indians come from?&quot; </p><p>--  Custer, 1877</p><p>   </p><p>8.  &quot;Any  @#$%ing idiot could understand that.&quot; </p><p>--  Einstein, 1938 </p><p>   </p><p>7.  &quot;It does <em>so</em> @#$%ing look like her!&quot; </p><p>--  Picasso, 1926 </p><p>  </p><p>6.  &quot;How  the @#$% did you work that out?&quot; </p><p>--  Pythagoras, 126 BC </p><br><p>5.  &quot;You  want WHAT on the @#$%ing ceiling?&quot; </p><p>--  Michelangelo, 1566 </p><br><p>4.  &quot;Where the @#$% are we?&quot; </p><p>--  Amelia Earhart, 1937 </p><br><p>3.  &quot;Scattered  @#$%ing showers, my ass!&quot; </p><p>--  Noah, 4314 BC </p><br><p>2.  &quot;Aww,  c'mon. Who the @#$% is going to find out?&quot; </p><p>--  Bill Clinton, 1998 </p><p>   </p><p>And a drum roll please..........</p><br><p>1.  &quot;Geez,  I didn't think they'd get <em>this</em> @#$%ing  mad.&quot; </p><p>--  Saddam Hussein, 2003 </p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-13T12:09:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The World's Best (And Shortest) Fairytale]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl &quot;Will you marry me?&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The girl said, &quot;NO!&quot; And the guy lived happily ever after and went fishing, hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and farted whenever he wanted. </p><p>   </p><p>THE END </p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-13T07:09:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Female Comebacks]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before? <br />Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore. </p><p>    </p><p>Man: Is this seat empty? <br />Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down. </p><p>  </p><p>Man: Your place or mine? <br />Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine. </p><p>   </p><p>Man: So, what do you do for a living? <br />Woman: I'm a female impersonator. </p><p>   </p><p>Man: Hey baby, what's your sign? <br />Woman: Do not enter. </p><p>   </p><p>Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning? <br />Woman: Unfertilized. </p><p>   </p><p>Man: Your body is like a temple. <br />Woman: Sorry, there are no services today. </p><p>   </p><p>Man: I would go to the end of the world for you! </p><p>Woman: But would you stay there? </p><p>   </p><p>Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy. <br />Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-14T01:09:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[2005 Darwin Awards]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>The year would not be complete without the Darwin Awards - awarded every year to the persons who died in the stupidest manner, thereby removing themselves from the gene pool. This year's nine Darwin Award Nominees are as follows:</p><p>   </p><p>Nominee No. 1 [San Jose Mercury News]: An unidentified man, using a shotgun like a club to break a former girlfriend's windshield, accidentally shot himself to death when the gun discharged, blowing a hole in his gut.  <em><font color="#cc0000">Violence <u>never</u> pays...</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>Nominee No. 2 [Kalamazoo Gazette]: James Burns, 34, (a mechanic) of Alamo, MI, was killed in March as he was trying to repair what police describe as a &quot;farm-type truck.&quot; Burns got a friend to drive the truck on a highway while Burns hung underneath so that he could ascertain the source of a troubling noise. Burns' clothes caught on something, however, and the other man found Burns &quot;wrapped in the drive shaft.&quot;  <em><font color="#cc0000">And for my next number...</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>Nominee No. 3 [Hickory Daily Record]: Ken Charles Barger, 47, accidentally shot himself to death in December in Newton, NC. Awakening to the sound of a ringing telephone beside his bed, he reached for the phone but grabbed instead a Smith &amp; Wesson 38 Special, which discharged when he drew it to his ear. (For whatever reason, residents of Southern states always seem to figure prominently among the Darwin nominees.)  <em><font color="#cc0000">That would be why you never rest a loaded gun next to the bed...</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>Nominee No. 4 [UPI, Toronto]: Police said a lawyer demonstrating the safety of windows in a downtown Toronto skyscraper crashed through a pane with his shoulder and plunged 24 floors to his death. A police spokesman said Garry Hoy, 39, fell into the courtyard of the Toronto Dominion Bank Tower early Friday evening as he was explaining the strength of the building's windows to visiting law students. Hoy previously has conducted demonstrations of window strength according to police reports. Peter Lawson, managing partner of the firm Holden Day, told the Toronto Sun newspaper that Hoy was &quot;one of the best and brightest&quot; members of the 200-man association.. (Nice to see another Canadian province getting into the awards... The Maritimes always have been heavily involved.)  <em><font color="#cc0000">Yeah, see, this window is strong because it stops me from jumping through it?  What an idiot...</font></em></p><p>    </p><p>Nominee No. 5 [Bloomberg News Service]: A terrible diet and a room with no ventilation are being blamed for the death of a man who was killed by his own gas emissions. There were no marks on his body, and an autopsy showed large amounts of methane gas in his system. His diet had consisted primarily of beans and cabbage (and a couple of other things). It was just the right combination of foods. It appears that the man died in his sleep from breathing the poisonous cloud that was hanging over his bed. Had he been outside or had his windows been opened, it wouldn't have been fatal. But the man was shut up in his nearly airtight bedroom. According to the article, &quot;He was a big man with a huge capacity for creating 'this deadly gas.'&quot; Three of the rescuers got sick, and one was hospitalized.  <font color="#cc0000"><em>Yuck, that's just too gross for me to even think about...</em></font></p><p>   </p><p>Nominee No. 6 [The News of the Weird]: Michael Anderson Godwin made News of the Weird posthumously. He had spent several years awaiting South Carolina's electric chair on a murder conviction before having his sentence reduced to life in prison. While sitting on a metal toilet in his cell attempting to fix his small TV set, he bit into a wire and was electrocuted. (North Carolina entrants are always perennial favorites.)  <font color="#cc0000"><em>That would <u>definitely</u> be the definition of irony...</em></font></p><p>    </p><p>Nominee No. 7 [The Indianapolis Star]: A cigarette lighter may have triggered a fatal explosion in Dunkirk, IN. A Jay County man, using a cigarette lighter to check the barrel of a muzzle loader, was killed Monday night when the weapon discharged in his face, sheriff's investigators said. Gregory David Pryor, 19, died in his parents' rural Dunkirk home at about 11:30 PM. Investigators said Pryor was cleaning a 54-caliber muzzleloader that had not been firing properly. He was using the lighter to look into the barrel when the gunpowder ignited.  <em><font color="#cc0000">Duh, hello!</font></em></p><p>   </p><p>Nominee No. 8 [Reuters, Mississauga, Ontario]: A man cleaning a bird feeder on the balcony of his condominium apartment in this Toronto suburb slipped and fell 23 stories to his death. Stefan Macko, 55, was standing on a wheeled chair when the accident occurred, said Inspector D'Arcy Honer of the Peel Regional Police. &quot;It appears that the chair moved, and he went over the balcony,&quot; Honer said. (Another Ontario entry... I wonder if people are moving there from the Maritime Provinces.)  <font color="#cc0000"><em>Again, duh...</em></font></p><p>    </p><p>And Finally, THE WINNER! [North Carolina Democrat Gazette]: Two local men were injured when their pickup truck left the road and struck a tree near Cotton Patch on State Highway 38 early Monday. Woodruff County deputy Dovey Snyder reported the accident shortly after midnight Monday. Thurston Poole, 33, of Des Arc, and Billy Ray Wallis, 38, of Little Rock, were returning to Des Arc after a &quot;frog gigging trip&quot; on an overcast Sunday night when Poole's pickup truck headlights malfunctioned. The two men concluded that the headlight fuse on the older-model truck had burned out. As a replacement fuse was not available, Wallis noticed that the .22 caliber bullet from his pistol fit perfectly into the fuse box next to the steering-wheel column. Upon inserting the bullet the headlights again began to operate properly, and the two men proceeded on eastbound toward the White River Bridge. After traveling approximately 20 miles, and just before crossing the river, the bullet apparently overheated, discharged, and struck Poole in the testicles. The vehicle swerved sharply right, exiting the pavement, and striking a tree. Poole suffered only minor cuts and abrasions from the accident, but will require extensive surgery to repair the damage to his testicles, which will never operate as intended.</p><p>   </p><p>Wallis sustained a broken clavicle and was treated and released.. &quot;Thank God we weren't on that bridge when Thurston shot his balls off, or we might both be dead,&quot; stated Wallis. &quot;I've been a trooper for 10 years in this part of the world, but this is a first for me. I can't believe that those two would admit how this accident happened,&quot; said Snyder. Upon being notified of the wreck, Lavinia (Poole's wife) asked how many frogs the boys had caught and did anyone get them from the truck?</p><p>   </p><p>(Though Poole and Wallis did not die as a result of their misadventure as normally required by Darwin Award Official Rules, it can be argued that Poole DID, in fact, effectively remove himself from the gene pool.)  <em><font color="#cc0000">Haha, I love the quote &quot;shot his balls off.&quot;  It's just not something you hear everyday...</font></em></p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-20T08:09:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sex Jokes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Q.) What doesn't belong in this list: Meat, Eggs, Wife, and Blowjob? <br />A.) Blowjob: You can beat your meat, eggs or wife, but you can't beat a blowjob. </p><p>   </p><p>Q.) Why does a penis have a hole in the end? <br />A.) So men can be open minded. </p><p>   </p><p>Q.) What's the speed limit of sex? <br />A.) 68 because at 69 you have to turn  around. </p><p><br />Q.) What does a Rubix cube and a  penis have in common? <br />A.) The longer you play with them, the harder they get. </p><p>   </p><p>Q.) What's the difference between your paycheck and your dick? <br />A.) You don't have to beg your wife to blow your paycheck! </p><p>   </p><p>Q.) What are four words that will ruin a man's ego? <br />A.) &quot;Is it in yet?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>Q.) What do  you get when you cross Raggedy Ann and the Pillsbury Dough Boy? <br />A.) A red headed bitch with a yeast infection. </p><p><font color="#cc0000"><em>Haha, that's my <u>favorite</u>!</em></font></p><p>   </p><p>Q.) How can you tell when an auto mechanic just had sex? <br />A.) One of his fingers is clean. </p><p><br />Q.) What do you do with 365 used  rubbers? <br />A.) Melt them down, make a tire, and call it a Goodyear. </p><p>   </p><p>Q.) What does bungee jumping and hookers have in common? <br />A.) They both cost a hundred bucks and if the rubber breaks, you're screwed. </p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-22T05:09:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Consumption Of Alcohol]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_consumption_of_alcohol.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>&quot;Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink I feel shamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the vineyards and all of  their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this wine, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, 'It is better that I drink this wine and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.'&quot; <br />~ Jack Handy <br /><br />WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the  hell happened to your bra and panties. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>&quot;I feel sorry for  people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, and that's as good as they're going to feel all day. &quot; <br />~ Frank Sinatra <br /></p><p>WARNING: The consumption  of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>&quot;When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.&quot; <br />~ Henny Youngman <br /><br />WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing <em>WITH</em> you. <br /></p><p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>&quot;24 hours in a day,  24 beers in a case. Coincidence? I think not.&quot; <br />~ Stephen Wright <br /><br />WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>&quot;When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.  When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. So, let's all get drunk and go to heaven!&quot; <br />~ Brian O'Rourke <br /></p><p>WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause pregnancy. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>&quot;Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.&quot; <br />~ Benjamin Franklin <br /><br />WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a retard. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>&quot;Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza.&quot; <br />~ Dave Barry <br /></p><p>WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them. <em><font color="#cc0000">Haha, I'm guilty of that one!!</font></em><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>&quot;To some it's a  six-pack, to me it's a Support Group. Salvation in a can!&quot; <br />~ Dave Howell <br /><br />WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /></p><p>And saving  the best for last, as explained by Cliff Clavin, of Cheers. One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the BuffaloTheory to his buddy, Norm.  Here's how it went: </p><p><br />&quot;Well you see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of  buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first.  This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of  the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers.&quot; <br />~ Cliff Clavin <br /><br />WARNING:  The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not. <em><font color="#cc0000"> Lol, oops!</font></em></p><p><em><font color="#cc0000"></font></em></p><p>Have A Great Day!</p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-23T02:09:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Please Be Supportive!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Today is International Day for the Mentally Disabled. Please send an encouraging message to a mentally retarded friend - as I have just done for you. Please be supportive!! </p><p>  </p><p>Just thought I'd let your retarded ass know I don't mind being friends with you. I don't care if you lick windows or even if you wear a football helmet to work. It doesn't bother me that you wear your underwear on the outside of your pants. All I ask is that when we go to the bar, you drive so we can park up front. </p><p>   </p><p>You hang in there because you are doing great! You are special, so keep trying! </p><p>  </p><p>Have a great day ya' great big 'tard!</p><br /><p>Lol.</p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-26T03:09:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I Don't Think He's Gonna Make It!]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-30T10:09:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Did I Read That Sign Correctly?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/did_i_read_that_sign_correctly.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>On a restroom door:</p><p><em>TOILET OUT OF ORDER.  PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW.</em></p><br><p>In a Laundromat:</p><p><em>AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES.  PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT.</em></p><br><p>In a London department store:</p><p><em>BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS.</em></p><br><p>In an office:</p><p><em>WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN.</em></p><br><p>Outside a secondhand shop:</p><p><em>WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC.  WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?</em></p><br><p>Notice in health food shop window:</p><p><em>CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS.</em></p><br><p>Spotted in safari park:</p><p><em>ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR.</em></p><br><p>Seen during a conference:</p><p><em>FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR.</em></p><br><p>Notice in farmer's field:</p><p><em>THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.</em></p><br><p>Message on a leaflet:</p><p><em>IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS.</em></p><br><p>On a repair shop door:</p><p><em>WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK).</em></p><br><p>Have a great day!</p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-09-30T09:09:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Woman]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/a_woman.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>This is written in the Hebrew Talmud, the book where all of the sayings and preaching of Rabbis are conserved over time.</p><p>  </p><p>It says: &quot;Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. </p><p>  </p><p>The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. </p><p>  </p><p>Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. </p><p>  </p><p>Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.&quot;</p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-03T08:10:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Virtual Pumpkin Carving]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/virtual_pumpkin_carving.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p> Here's something to get you in the mood for Halloween!  Click the link below:</p><br /><p><a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/sabotage/pumpkin_carve.asp">Virtual Pumpkin Carving</a></p><br /><p>Just follow the instructions, then click the carving knife &amp; have at it!</p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-03T09:10:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Smart Boy]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/smart_boy.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Here's A Joke For Ya!</p><p>  </p><p>A boy and his date were parked on a back road some distance from town, doing what boys and girls do on back roads some distance from town, when the girl stopped the boy. </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I really should have mentioned this earlier, but I'm actually a hooker and I charge $20 for sex.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>The boy reluctantly paid her, and they did had sex. </p><p>   </p><p>After a post-sex cigarette, the boy sat in the driver's seat looking out the window.</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Why aren't we going anywhere?&quot; asked the girl. </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Well, I should have mentioned this before, but I'm actually a taxi driver, and the fare back to town is $25.&quot; </p><div></div><div>Have A Great Day!</div><div></div><div>@-&gt;-&gt;-</div></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-05T12:10:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Wish For All The Difficult People In Your Life!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/a_wish_for_all_the_difficult_people_in_your_life.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wishfordifficultpeople.jpg">
  
Have A Great Day!

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-11T01:10:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Snack Or Scat?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/snack_or_scat.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is disgusting, but <em><u>highly</u> entertaining!</em> Check it out & let me know how you do!: 

<a href="http://www.modestypanel.com/snackorscat">Snack Or Scat?</a>  

Have A Great Day!

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-11T02:10:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Things You Don't See Everyday...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=83</link>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-11T10:10:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Can You Read This?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/can_you_read_this.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/chineseeyes.jpg">

If you can't see this image, pull your eyes out like the Chinese.  It works!

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-12T11:10:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Money Talks]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/money_talks.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A crusty old man walks into a bank and says to the woman at the window, &quot;I want to open a damn checking account.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>The astonished woman replies, &quot;I beg your pardon, sir. I must have misunderstood you... What did you say?&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Listen up, damn it.  I said I want to open a damn checking account now!&quot;</p><p>    </p><p>&quot;I'm very sorry, sir, but that kind of language is not tolerated in this bank.&quot;</p><p>    </p><p>The teller leaves the window and goes over to the bank manager to inform him of her situation.</p><p>  </p><p>The manager agrees that the teller does not have to listen to that foul language. They both return to the window and the manager asks the old geezer, &quot;Sir, what seems to be the problem here?&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;There is no damn problem,&quot; the man says, &quot;I just won $200 million bucks in the damn lottery and I want to put my damn money in this damn bank.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I see,&quot; says the manager, &quot;and is this bitch giving you a hard time?&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-12T11:10:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Best Clothing Slogans Of 2005!]]></title>
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<em>Does this even count as a shirt?</em>
   
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<em>What a consciendence, me too!</em>
   
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Have A Great Day! 

@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-14T08:10:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Choosing A Wife]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/choosing_a_wife.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A man wanted to get married.  He was having trouble choosing among three likely candidates.  He gives each woman a present of $5,000 and watches to see what they do with the money.<br /><br />The first does a total make-over.  She goes to a fancy beauty salon gets her hair done, new make up and buys several new outfits and dresses up very nicely for the man.  She tells him that she has done this to be more attractive for him because she loves him so much.<br /><br />The man was impressed.<br /><br />The second goes shopping to buy the man gifts.  She gets him a new set of golf clubs, some new gizmos for his computer, and some expensive clothes.  As she presents these gifts, she tells him that she has spent all the money on him because she loves him so much.<br /><br />Again, the man is impressed.<br /><br />The third invests the money in the stock market.  She earns several times the $5,000.  She gives him back his $5,000 and reinvests the remainder in a joint account.  She tells him that she wants to save for their future because she loves him so much.<br /><br />Obviously, the man was impressed.<br /><br />The man thought for a long time about what each woman had done with the money he'd given her.<br /><br />Then, he married the one with the biggest boobs.<br /><br />Men are like that, you know.</p><p><br /></p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-14T08:10:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Where Did They Bury The Rest Of Him?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/where_did_they_bury_the_rest_of_him.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/where.jpg">
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-14T09:10:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Did You Know?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/did_you_know.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research.  This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them.</p><p> </p><p>Have A Great Day!</p><p> </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-17T04:10:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Scary New Drug - Beware!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/scary_new_drug_beware.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>This was emailed to me:</p><p><br />&quot;First I'm going to tell you a little about me and my family. My name is Jeff. I am a Police Officer for a city which is known nationwide for its crime rate. We have a lot of gangs and drugs. At one point we were #2 in the nation in homicides per capita. </p><br /><p>I also have police K-9 named Thor. He was certified in drugs and general duty. He retired after 3 years because he was shot in the line of duty. He lives with us now and I still train with him because he likes it. I always liked the fact that there was no way to bring drugs into my house. Thor wouldn't allow it. He would tell on you. </p><br /><p>The reason I say this is so you understand that I know about drugs. I have taught in schools about drugs. My wife asks all our kids at least once a week if they used any drugs and makes them promise they wont. <br /> <br />I like building computers occasionally and started building a new one in February 2005. I also was working on some of my older computers. They were full of dust so on one of my trips to the computer store I bought a 3-pack of <em>Dust Off</em>.  <em>Dust Off</em> is a can of compressed air to blow dust off a computer. A few weeks later when I went to use one of them they were all used. I talked to my kids and my two sons both said they had used them on their computer and messing around with them. I yelled at them for wasting the 10 dollars I paid for them. </p><br /><p>On February 28th, I went back to the computer store. They didn't have the 3-pack which I had bought on sale so I bought a single jumbo can of <em>Dust Off</em>. I went home and set it down beside my computer. <br /><br />On March 1st, I left for work at 10 PM. Just before midnight, my wife went down and kissed Kyle goodnight. At 5:30 AM the next morning, Kathy went downstairs to wake Kyle up for school, before she left for work. He was propped up in bed with his legs crossed and his head leaning over. She called to him a few times to get up. He didn't move. He would sometimes tease her like this and pretend he fell back asleep. He was never easy to get up. She went in and shook his arm. He fell over. He was pale white and had the straw from the <em>Dust Off</em> can coming out of his mouth. He had the new can of <em>Dust Off</em> in his hands. Kyle was dead. <br /><br />I am a police officer and I had never heard of this. My wife is a nurse and she had never heard of this. We later found out from the coroner, after the autopsy, that only the propellant from the can of <em>Dust Off</em> was in his system. No other drugs. Kyle had died between midnight and 1 AM. </p><br /><p>I found out that using <em>Dust Off</em> is being done mostly by kids ages 9 through 15. They even have a name for it. It's called Dusting. It gives them a slight high for about 10 seconds. It makes them dizzy. A boy who lives down the street from us showed Kyle how to do this about a month before. Kyle showed his best friend. Told him it was cool and it couldn't hurt you because it's just compressed air. His best friend said no.  </p><br><p>Kyle was wrong. It's not just compressed air. It also contains a propellant called R2. It's a refrigerant. It is a heavy gas. Heavier than air. </p><br /><p>When you inhale it, it fills your lungs and keeps the good air, with oxygen, out. That's why you feel dizzy, buzzed. It decreases the oxygen to your brain, to your heart. Kyle was right. It can't hurt you. <em>It <u>kills</u> you.</em> </p><br /><p>The horrible part about this is there is no warning. There is no level that kills you. It's not cumulative or an overdose; it can just go randomly, terribly wrong. Roll the dice and if your number comes up you die. <em>It's<u> not</u> an overdose.</em> It's Russian Roulette. You don't die later. Or not feel good and say I've had too much. You usually die as you're breathing it in. If not, you die within 2 seconds of finishing &quot;the hit.&quot; That's why the straw was still in Kyle's mouth when he died. Why his eyes were still open. <br /></p><br /><p>The experts want to call this huffing. The kids don't believe it's huffing. As adults we tend to lump many things together. But it doesn't fit here. And that's why it's more accepted. There is no chemical reaction.  No strong odor. It doesn't follow the huffing signals. Kyle complained a few days before he died of his tongue hurting. It probably did. The propellant causes frostbite. If I had only known. <br /><br />It's easy to say 'hey, it's my life and I'll do what I want.' But it isn't. Others are <em><u>always</u></em> effected. This has forever changed our family's life.  I have a hole in my heart and soul that can <em>never</em> be fixed. The pain is so immense I can't describe it. There's nowhere to run from it. I cry all the time and I don't ever cry. I do what I'm supposed to do but I don't really care. My kids are messed up. One won't talk about it. The other will only sleep in our room at night. And my wife, I can't even describe how bad she is taking this. I thought we were safe because of Thor. I thought we were safe because we knew about drugs and talked to our kids about them. <br /><br />After Kyle died another story came out. A probation officer went to the school system next to ours to speak with a student. While there he found a student using <em>Dust Off</em> in the bathroom. This student told him about another student who also had some in his locker. </p><br><p>This is a rather affluent school system. They will tell you they don't have a drug problem there. They don't even have a dare or plus program there. </p><br /><p>So rather than tell everyone about this 'new' way of getting high they found, they hid it. The probation officer told the media after Kyle's death and they, the school, then admitted to it. I know that if they would have told the media and I had heard, it wouldn't have been in my house. </p><p> <br />We need to get this out of our homes and school computer labs. Using <em>Dust Off</em> isn't new and some 'professionals' do know about. It just isn't talked about much, except by the kids. They all seem to know about it. <br /><br />April 2nd was 1 month since Kyle died. April 5th would have been his 15th birthday. And every weekday I catch myself sitting on the living room couch at 2:30 in the afternoon and waiting to see him get off the bus. I know Kyle is in heaven but I can't help but wonder if I died and went to Hell.&quot; </p><br /><p>Scary... Beware!</p><p><br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-17T05:10:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The 2004 Superbowl Could Have Been Worse!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_2004_superbowl_could_have_been_worse.mws</link>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-20T01:10:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Measure Twice, Cut Once!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/measure_twice_cut_once.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A Story About Joe:</p><p><br />The doctor said, &quot;Joe, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition, which causes your testicles to press on your spine, and the pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for. He had no choice but to go under the knife. </p><p>   </p><p>When he left the hospital he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He <br />could make a new beginning and live a new life. </p><br /><p>He saw a men's clothing store and thought, 'That's what I need - a new suit!' </p><p>   </p><p>He entered the shop and told the salesman, &quot;I'd like a new suit.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, &quot;Let's see... size 44 long.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Joe laughed, &quot;That's right, how did you know?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Been in the business 60 years!&quot; the tailor said. </p><p>  </p><p>Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly.  As Joe admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, &quot;How about a new shirt?&quot; Joe thought for a moment and then said, &quot;Sure.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The salesman eyed Joe and said, &quot;Let's see, 34 sleeve and 16-1/2 neck.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Joe was surprised, &quot;That's right, how did you know?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Been in the business 60 years!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. </p><p>  </p><p>Joe walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, &quot;How about some new underwear?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>Joe thought for a second and said, &quot;Sure.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The salesman stepped back, eyed Joe's waist and said, &quot;Let's see... size 36.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Joe laughed &quot;Ah ha! I got you! I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>The salesman shook his head, &quot;You can't wear a size 34. A 34 underwear would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-20T01:10:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Boxer Short Slogans!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_boxer_short_slogans.mws</link>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-20T10:10:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Air Pilot School Drop-Outs]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>Thank God</em> these students will never make it to the air!!

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-24T05:10:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Halloween Dogs]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-24T06:10:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sad But Funny!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/sad_but_funny.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Fred: &quot;Promise you won't laugh.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Of course I won't laugh,&quot; the doctor said. &quot;I'm a professional. I've been practicing over twenty years and I've <em>never</em> laughed at a patient.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Okay then,&quot; Fred said, and proceeded to drop his trousers, revealing the tiniest penis the doctor had ever seen.  It couldn't have been the size of a peanut.</p><p>   </p><p>Unable to control himself, the doctor started giggling, then fell laughing to the floor.  Ten minutes later he was able to struggle to his feet and regain his composure. &quot;I'm so sorry,&quot; said the doctor. &quot;I really am... I don't know what came over me. On my honor as a doctor and a gentleman, I promise it won't happen again. Now what seems to be the problem?&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;It's swollen,&quot; Fred replied. </p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-26T01:10:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Worst Halloween Costumes Ever!]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-28T02:10:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[World's Best Halloween Decorations]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/worlds_best_halloween_decorations.mws</link>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-28T02:10:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Thank-You Memo]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/a_thankyou_memo.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>I want to thank you who have taken the time and trouble to send me your chain letters over the past 12 months.</p><p>   </p><p>I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes cause I now have to get a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.</p><p>  </p><p>Also, I scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.</p><p>  </p><p>Thank you for making me feel safe, secure, blessed, and wealthy.</p><p>  </p><p>Because of your concern, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put &quot;Under God&quot; on their cans.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.</p><p>   </p><p>I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.</p><br><p>I no longer have any sneakers... but that will change once I receive my free replacement pair from Nike.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.</p><p>  </p><p>Thanks to you, I have learned that God only answers my prayers if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. </p><p>  </p><p>I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).</p><p>  </p><p>I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.</p><p>  </p><p>Yes, I want to thank you so much for looking out for me that I will now return the favor!</p><p>  </p><p>If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM(EDT) this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.</p><p>  </p><p>I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician.<br /></p><p>LOL</p><p>  </p><p>Have A Great Day!</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-10-31T05:10:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Happy Halloween!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I Can't Wait For Halloween!

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-01T12:11:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Condom Slogans]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-01T12:11:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Men Shouldn't Baby-Sit]]></title>
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  <dc:date>2005-11-08T12:11:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[And You Were Worried About Squirrels!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>No need to worry about squirrels in your birdhouse with this kind of protection! 

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-08T12:11:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't Eat Chicken]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/dont_eat_chicken.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends.</p><p>  </p><p>Every day they would sit together to eat their lunch; They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day!</p><p>  </p><p>This went on all through the fourth and fifth grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn't a chicken sandwich.</p><p>  </p><p>He said, &quot;Hey, how come you're not eating chicken, don't you like it anymore?&quot;<br />  </p><p>She said &quot;I love it but I have to stop eating it.&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Why?&quot; he asked.</p><p>  </p><p>She pointed to her lap and said &quot;Cause I'm starting to grow little feathers down there!&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Let me see,&quot; he said.</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Okay&quot; and she pulled up her skirt. </p><p>  </p><p>He looked and said, &quot;That's right. You are! You better not eat any more chicken.&quot; He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter.</p><p>  </p><p>He said to the little girl, &quot;I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I'm starting to get feathers down there too!&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her.</p><p>  </p><p>She said &quot;Oh, my God, it's too late for you! You've already got the neck and the gizzards as well!&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <dc:date>2005-11-10T11:11:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hillbilly Medical Terms]]></title>
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Benign.................<font color="33ccff">What you be after you be eight.</font> 
Bacteria...............<font color="33ccff">Back door to cafeteria.</font>
Barium.................<font color="33ccff">What you do with dead folks.</font> 
Cesarean Section.......<font color="33ccff">A neighborhood in Rome.</font> 
Catscan................<font color="33ccff">Searching for the cat.</font> 

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Cauterize.............<font color="00cc00">Made eye contact with her.</font> 
Colic.................<font color="00cc00">A sheep dog.</font> 
Coma..................<font color="00cc00">A punctuation mark.</font> 
D&C...................<font color="00cc00">Where Washington is.</font> 
Dilate................<font color="00cc00">To live longer than your kids do.</font> 

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Enema................<font color="cc0000">Not a friend.</font> 
Fester...............<font color="cc0000">Quicker than someone else.</font>
Fibula...............<font color="cc0000">A small lie.</font> 
G.I. Series..........<font color="cc0000">World Series of military baseball.</font> 
Hangnail.............<font color="cc0000">What you hang your coat on.</font> 

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Impotent.............<font color="9933cc">Distinguished, well known.</font> 
Labor Pain...........<font color="9933cc">Getting hurt at work.</font> 
Morbid...............<font color="9933cc">A higher offer than I bid.</font> 
Nitrates.............<font color="9933cc">Cheaper than day rates.</font> 
Medical Staff.....<font color="9933cc">A Doctor's cane, sometimes shown with a snake.</font> 

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Node.................<font color="ff6600">I knew it.</font> 
Outpatient...........<font color="ff6600">A person who has fainted.</font> 
Pap Smear............<font color="ff6600">A fatherhood test.</font> 
Pelvis...............<font color="ff6600">Second cousin to Elvis.</font> 
Post Operative.......<font color="ff6600">A letter carrier.</font> 

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Recovery Room.......<font color="6699ff">Place to do upholstery.</font> 
Secretion...........<font color="6699ff">Hiding something.</font> 
Tablet..............<font color="6699ff">A small table to change babies on.</font> 
Seizure.......<font color="6699ff">Roman emperor who lived in the Ceasarean Section.</font>  

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Terminal Illness....<font color="ff0099">Getting sick at the train station.</font> 
Tumor...............<font color="ff0099">More than one.</font> 
Urine...............<font color="ff0099">Opposite of you're out.</font> 
Varicose............<font color="ff0099">Near by.</font>
Hospital...<font color="ff0099">The biggest building in town, other than Joe's feed warehouse or Franks lumber mill.</font> 
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-11T02:11:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Rectum Stretcher]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>While she was &quot;flying&quot; down the road yesterday (10 miles over the limit), a woman passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other side lying in wait.  </p><p>  </p><p>The cop pulled her over, walked up to the car, and with that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked, &quot;What's your hurry?&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>To which she replied, &quot;I'm late for work.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Oh, yeah,&quot; said the cop, &quot;what do you do?&quot;  </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I'm a rectum stretcher,&quot; she responded.  </p><p>   </p><p>The cop stammered, &quot;A what?  A rectum stretcher?  And just what does a rectum stretcher do?&quot;  </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Well,&quot; she said, &quot;I start by inserting one finger, then work my way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in, work from side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly but surely stretch it, until it's about 6 feet wide.&quot;  </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?&quot; he asked.  </p><p>   </p><p>The woman smiled. &quot;Why, you give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge...&quot; </p><br /><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-12T08:11:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Just Another Day At The Zoo...]]></title>
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Have A Great Day!
   
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-12T09:11:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[That's My Boy!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A young Southern boy goes off to college, but about 1/3 way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his parents gave him. </p><p>   </p><p>Then he gets an idea. He calls his daddy. &quot;Dad,&quot; he says, &quot;you won't believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why, they actually have a program here that will teach Ole Blue how to talk!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;That's absolutely amazing!&quot; his father says. &quot;How do I get him in that program?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Just send him down here with $1000,&quot; the boy says, I'll get him into the course.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About 2/3 way through the semester, the money runs out. The boy calls his father again. </p><p>    <br />&quot;So how's Ole Blue doing, son?&quot; his father asks. </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Awesome, dad, he's talking up a storm,&quot; he says, &quot;but you just won't believe this! - They've had such good results with this program, that they've implemented a new one to teach the animals how to READ!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;READ!?&quot; says his father, &quot;No kidding! What do I have to do to get him in that program?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>His father sends the money. </p><p>   </p><p>The boy has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor read. So he shoots the dog. </p><p>   </p><p>When he gets home, his father is all excited. &quot;Where's Ole Blue? I just can't wait to see him talk and read something!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Dad,&quot; the boy says, &quot;I have some grim news. This morning, when I got out of the shower, Ole Blue was in the living room kicking back in the recliner, reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked, 'So, is your daddy still messin' around with that little redhead who lives on Oak Street?'&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The father says, &quot;I hope you SHOT that son of a before he talks to your Mother!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>&quot;I sure did, Dad!&quot; </p><p>    </p><p>&quot;That's my boy!&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-15T01:11:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Poker Face]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/poker_face.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Two couples were playing poker one evening. John accidentally dropped some cards on the floor. When he bent down under the table to pick them up, he noticed Bill's wife, Sue, wasn't wearing any underwear under her dress!</p><p>   <br />Shocked by this, John upon trying to sit back up again, hit his head on the table and emerged red-faced. Later, John went to the kitchen to get some refreshments.</p><p>   <br />Bill's wife followed and asked, &quot;Did you see anything that you liked under there?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>Surprised by her boldness, John courageously admitted that, well indeed he did.<br />   </p><p>She said, &quot;Well, you can have it but it will cost you $500.&quot;<br />    </p><p>After taking a minute or two to assess the financial and moral costs of this offer, John confirms that he is interested. She tells him that since her husband Bill works Friday afternoons and John doesn't, John should be at her house around 2 PM Friday afternoon.</p><p>   <br />When Friday rolled around, John showed up at Bill's house at 2 PM sharp and after paying Sue the agreed sum of $500 they went to the bedroom and closed their transaction, as agreed. John quickly dressed and left.</p><p>    <br />As usual, Bill came home from work at 6 PM and upon entering the house, asked his wife abruptly. &quot;Did John come by the house this afternoon?&quot;</p><p>   <br />With a lump in her throat, Sue answered &quot;Why yes, he did stop by for a few minutes this afternoon.&quot;</p><p>   <br />Her heart nearly skipped a beat when her husband curtly asked, &quot;And did he give you $500?&quot;</p><p>   <br />In terror she assumed that somehow he had found out and after mustering her best poker face, replied, &quot;Well, yes, in fact he did give me $500.&quot;</p><p>    <br />Bill, with a satisfied look on his face, surprised his wife by saying, &quot;Good, I was  hoping he did. John came by the office this morning and borrowed $500 from me. He promised me he'd stop by our house this afternoon on his way home and pay me back&quot;</p><p>   <br />Now THAT, my friends, is a poker player!</p><p>    </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-15T01:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Greeting Cards For Men                      ]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Made With Stupid Male Antics In Mind! 
<em><center>
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My love for you grows everyday.
So now that it's the day after your birthday,
This card must be loaded with even more love
Than if I'd given it to you yesterday.
Stands to reason.


<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/mencard2.jpg"> 
There really isn't that much
That I can do or say,
Except ask for forgiveness
For whatever I did today.
And tell you that I'm hoping
It will comfort you to know
That it probably won't happen again
I'm pretty sure anyhow.
   

<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/mencard3.jpg"> 
Really. No, Honey. I swear. You look
great in those pants. Really.
I didn't mean it that way. Come on! 
Honey, don't be like that. Please. 
Aw, Geez! You. No. Why do you ask
me? No I'm not. You know I think
you're sexy in anything. Yes, these
pants too. I don't know why I said it.
But I didn't mean it that way.
No, Really. I swear.


<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/mencard4.jpg"> 
How special is my love?
Her beauty is uniquely divine.
Why settle for the 14th?
When the next day will do just fine.

  
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Some wise man once said life was a highway.
I think he's right.
And now thanks to you I have a clean car.

Let's make sweet love right after the game.

  
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I bought it for you because
I was proud of your cooking.
Perhaps it was just my conceit.
But if you insist on bringing
this fine 9 piece pot and pan set back,
I still have the receit.
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-15T01:11:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Male vs Female Shopping]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-15T10:11:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Bookkeeper]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A Mafia Godfather finds out that his bookkeeper has screwed him out of 10 million bucks. His bookkeeper happens to be deaf, so the Godfather brings along his &quot;attorney,&quot; who knows sign  language. </p><p>   </p><p>The Godfather asks the bookkeeper, &quot;Where is the 10 million bucks you embezzled from me?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>The attorney, using sign language, asks the bookkeeper where the money is hidden. </p><p>  </p><p>The bookkeeper signs back, &quot;I don't know what you are talking about.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>The attorney tells the Godfather, &quot;He says he doesn't know what you're talking about.&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>That's when the Godfather pulls out a pistol, puts it to the bookkeeper's temple, cocks it and says, &quot;Ask him again!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The attorney signs to the underling, &quot;He'll kill you for sure if you don't tell him!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The bookkeeper signs back, &quot;OK! You win! The $10 million is in a brown briefcase, buried behind the shed in my cousin Enzo's backyard in Queens!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>The Godfather asks the attorney, &quot;Well, what'd he say?&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>The attorney replies, &quot;He says you don't have the balls to pull the trigger!!!&quot; </p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-17T11:11:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Iowa Fan]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/iowa_fan.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>In an Ames school, a first grade teacher explained to her class that she is an Iowa State fan. She asked her students to raise their hands if they are Iowa State fans too. Not really knowing what an Iowa State fan is, but wanting to be liked by their teacher, their hands all went up.</p><p>  </p><p>However, a little boy named Timmy did not raise his hand. The teacher asks him why he has decided to be different.</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Because I am not an Iowa State fan,&quot; says Timmy. </p><p>  </p><p>The teacher then asks, &quot;Well then what are you?&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Timmy says, &quot;I'm an Iowa fan.&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>The teacher is a little perturbed now.  Her face slightly red, she asks Timmy, &quot;Why are you an Iowa fan?&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>&quot;Well, my mom and dad are Iowa fans so I'm an Iowa fan, too.&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The teacher is now angry. &quot;That's no reason!&quot; she says loudly. &quot;What if your mom was a moron and your dad was an idiot?&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>Timmy smiled and said, &quot;Then I'd be an Iowa State fan.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-17T11:11:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Orthopedic Matress For Men]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-17T06:11:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why We Love Children]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_we_love_children.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>1.  A  kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was dead. &quot;How do you know  that the cat was dead?&quot; she asked her pupil.</p><p>&quot;Because I pissed  in its ear and it didn't move,&quot; answered the child innocently.</p><p>&quot;You did <em><u>what</u>?!?&quot;</em> the teacher exclaimed in surprise.</p><p>&quot;You know,&quot; explained the boy, &quot;I leaned over and went <em>'Pssst!'</em> and it didn't move.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>2.  A small  boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later... &quot;Da-ad....&quot;</p><p>&quot;What?&quot;</p><p>&quot;I'm thirsty. Can you bring me a drink of water?&quot;</p><p>&quot;No, You had your chance. Lights out.&quot;</p><p>Five minutes later: &quot;Da-aaaad...&quot;</p><p>&quot;WHAT?&quot;</p><p>&quot;I'm <em>thirsty</em>. Can I have a drink of water??&quot;</p><p>&quot;I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!&quot;</p><p>Five minutes later... &quot;Daaaa-aaaad...&quot;</p><p><em>&quot;What?!</em>&quot;</p><p>&quot;When  you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?&quot;</p><p> </p><p>3.  An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked  him &quot;How do you expect to get into Heaven?&quot;</p><p>The boy thought it  over and said,&quot;Well, I'll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St.  Peter says, 'For Heaven's sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'&quot;</p><p> </p><p>4.   One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, &quot;Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?&quot;</p><p>The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. &quot;I can't dear,&quot; she said. &quot;I have to sleep in Daddy's room.&quot;</p><p>A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: &quot;The big sissy.&quot;</p><p> </p><p>5.  It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children's sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. </p><p>One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, &quot;That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?&quot;</p><p>The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on microphone,&quot;Yes, and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron.&quot;</p><p> </p><p>6.  When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower.</p><p>She said, &quot;Mommy, you are getting fat!&quot;</p><p>I replied, &quot;Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy.&quot;</p><p>&quot;I know,&quot; she replied, &quot;but what's growing in your butt?&quot;</p><p> </p><p>7.  A  little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, &quot;Two plus five, that <em>son of a bitch</em> is seven. Three plus six, that <em>son of a bitch</em> is nine...&quot;</p><p>His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, &quot;What are you doing?&quot;</p><p>The little boy answered, &quot;I'm doing my math homework, Mom.&quot;</p><p>&quot;And this is how your teacher taught you  to do it?&quot; the mother asked.</p><p>&quot;Yes,&quot; he answered.</p><p>Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, &quot;What are you teaching my son in math?&quot;</p><p>The teacher replied,  &quot;Right now, we are learning addition.&quot;</p><p>The mother asked, &quot;And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that <em>son of a bitch</em> is four?&quot;</p><p>After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, &quot;What I taught them was, two plus two, <em>the sum of which</em>, is four.&quot;</p><p> </p><p>8.  One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, &quot;... and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, &quot;The sky is falling, the sky is falling!&quot;</p><p>The teacher paused then asked the class, &quot;And what do you think that farmer said?&quot;</p><p>One little girl raised her hand and said, &quot;I think he said: 'Holy Shit! A talking chicken!'&quot;</p><p>The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.</p><p> </p><p>9.  A  certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, &quot;I'm  Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter.&quot; </p><p>Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, &quot;I'm Jane Sugarbrown.&quot;</p><p>The Vicar spoke to her in  Sunday School, and said, &quot;Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?&quot; </p><p>She  replied, &quot;I thought I was, but mother says I'm not.&quot;</p><p> </p><p>10.  A  little girl asked her mother, &quot;Can I go outside and play with the boys?&quot;</p><p>Her mother  replied, &quot;No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough.&quot;</p><p>The little girl thought about it for a few moments and  asked, &quot;If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?&quot;</p><p> </p><p>11.  A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a snack cake.</p><p>The barber says to her, &quot;Sweetheart, you're gonna get hair on your Twinkie.&quot;</p><p>She says, &quot;Yes, I know, and I'm gonna get boobs too.&quot;</p><p><br /></p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-17T09:11:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[All Aboard!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/all_aboard.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her 5 year old son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son saying, &quot;All you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now... cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train... cause we're going down the tracks!&quot; </p><p>  </p><p>The horrified mother went in and told her son, &quot;We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train... but I want you to use nice language.&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say &quot;All passengers, please remember your things, thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>She heard her little darling continue, &quot;For those of you just boarding, remember, there is no smoking in the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>As the mother began to smile, the child added, &quot;And for those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen...&quot;<br />   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-19T02:11:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hair Removal 101]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><div><div>This is <em><u>hilarious</u>!</em></div><div> </div><div>All hair removal methods have tricked us with their promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now... the wax.<br />  <br />My night began as any other normal weekday night. Come home, fix dinner, played with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: Maybe I should pull the wax out of the medicine cabinet. So I headed to the site of my demise; the bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand and then they get warm and you peel them apart,press it to your leg (or wherever else) and hair comes right off. No mess, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean I'm no girly girl, but I am mechanically inclined enough that I can figure it out. <br />  <br />So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. Cold wax my rear end. (Oh how this phrase haunts me!)<br />   <br />I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. OK so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-ra, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.</div><div> </div><div>Using the same procedure I apply the was strip across the right side of bikini line, covering the right half of my v-g-na and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip). I inhale deeply and brace myself. RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!! <em>OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!</em> </div><div> </div><div>Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half of the strip. Crap!!!  Another deep breath and RRIIPP. Everything is swirly and spotted. Do I hear crashing drums??? OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - A wax covered strip with my hairy pelt, that has caused me so much pain, sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair?! <em>WHERE IS THE WAX???</em> </div><div> </div><div>Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair... The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. Crap! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.<br /> <br />Then I make the next BIG mistake... remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet... I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. Noo!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of the cell door. Vagina sealed shut. Butt?? Sealed shut. I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself &quot;Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off.&quot; <br />  <br />Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!*<br />  <br />I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse that having your nether businesses glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub. In scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub!!</div><div> </div><div>God bless the man that convinced me I should have a phone in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend thinking surely she's waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter &quot;So, my butt and who-ha are stuck to the bottom of the tub!&quot; </div><div> </div><div>There is a slight pause. She doesn't have a secret trick but does try to hide the laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located on bottom &quot;Are we talking cheeks or hole or what?&quot; She's laughing out loud by now... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. Yeah, Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night!</div><div> </div><div>While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I slip into glazed donut land. </div><div> </div><div>My friend is still talking with me and my hand reaches towards the saving grace... the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point. I rub some on and OH MY GOD, IT BURNS!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids, scared the dickens out of my friend, but I really don't care. IT WORKS!! It works!!<br /> <br />I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE... ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /> <br />So I shaved it off. Heck, I'm numb at this point.<br /> <br />Next week I'm going to try hair color...</div><div> </div><div>@-&gt;-&gt;-</div></div></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-21T03:11:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Moments In Life]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>"Life is a gift, don't throw it away."

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There are moments in life when you miss someone
So much that you just want to pick them from
Your dreams and hug them for real!

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When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
But often times we look so long at the
Closed door that we don't see the one,
Which has been opened for us.

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Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
Bcause it takes only a smile to
Mke a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

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Dream what you want to dream;
Go where you want to go;
Be what you want to be,
Because you have only one life
And one chance to do all the things
You want to do.

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The happiest of people don't necessarily
Have the best of everything;
They just make the most of
Everything that comes along their way.

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The brightest future will always
Be based on a forgotten past;
You can't go forward in life until
You let go of your past failures and heartaches.

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When you were born, you were crying
And everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
You're the one who is smiling 
And everyone around you is crying.

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May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
Enough trials to make you strong,
Enough sorrow to keep you human and
Enough hope to make you happy.
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"Don't count the years, count the memories."

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-22T10:11:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Thanksgiving Story]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><div>For most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on what we've been given and savor the scents of crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie.<br /><br />For me, it's a little more complicated.<br /><br />One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the back seat.<br /><br />&quot;What did you do today?&quot; I asked. She couldn't wait to tell me.<br /><br />&quot;We learned that boys are different from girls,&quot; she chirped.<br /><br />Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see the top of her head.<br /><br />&quot;My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don't,&quot; she added.<br /><br />&quot;Well, yes they do.&quot; I said cautiously.<br /><br />I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were quiet for a moment.<br /></div><div>Then she piped up again. &quot;That's how girls know that boys are boys,&quot; she said. &quot;They see that thing that hangs down and they know that he is a boy.&quot;<br /><br />I mentally calculated the distance home! Our five-minute commute already felt like an hour.<br /><br />&quot;Did you know that when the boys see a girl they puff up?&quot; My palms were beginning to sweat. &quot;Um...well...&quot;<br /><br />I was still searching for something new to say, to change the subject, when she asked, &quot;Why do the girls like the boys to have those things?&quot; </div><div></div><div>Well I didn't know what to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that question at least once?<br /><br />&quot;Oh, well...um...&quot; I stammered.<br /><br />She didn't wait for my answer. She had her own. &quot;It's cause it moves when they walk and then the girls see that and that's when they know they are boys and that's when they like them. Then the boy sees the girl and he puffs<br />up, and then the girl knows he likes her, too. And then they get married. And then they get cooked.&quot;<br /><br />That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.<br /><br />As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage, she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of her school bag. <br /><br />&quot;I drew a picture,&quot; she said. &quot;Do you want to see?&quot;<br /><br />I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I had to sit down.<br /><br />There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the thing that hangs down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find so irresistible<br />was magnificent. His tail feathers were standing tall and proud.<br /><br />She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I told her I loved it -- and I did -- she got over her pique.<br /><br />That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I'm not so lucky.<br /><br />Every year I remember that conversation.<br /><br />And to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a man, the same way since.</div><div></div><div>@-&gt;-&gt;-</div></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-22T10:11:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Thanksgiving Cards]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p><a href="http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=1796513126">Turkey In The Straw</a> </p><p><a href="http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/view.pd?i=382219626&amp;m=1652&amp;rr=y&amp;sou">I Will Survive</a> </p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-25T01:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Girls' Night Out]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I promised my husband that I would be home by midnight. </p><p>  </p><p>Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easy.  Around 3 AM, a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hall started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution (even when totally smashed), in order to escape a possible conflict with him.  </p><p>   </p><p>The next morning my husband asked my what time I got in and I told him &quot;midnight.&quot; He didn't seem pissed off at all. Whew!!! Got away with that one! </p><p>   </p><p>Then he said, &quot;We need a new cuckoo clock.&quot; When I asked him why, he said, &quot;Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said, 'Oh shit'. It cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table and farted.&quot;</p><p>   </p><p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-27T08:11:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sex On Mars]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>The year is 2222 and after accumulating enough frequent flier miles, Mike and Maureen land on Mars.  They meet a Martian couple and are talking about all sorts of things.  Mike asks if Mars has a stock market, if they have laptop computers, how they make money, etc.</p><p>  </p><p>Finally, Maureen brings up the subject of sex.  &quot;Just how do you guys do it?&quot;  asks Maureen.  &quot;Pretty much the way you do,&quot; responds the Martian. </p><p>   </p><p>Discussion ensues and finally the couples decide to swap partners for the night and experience one another.  Maureen and the male Martian go off to a bedroom where the Martian strips.  He's got only a teeny, weenie member - about half an inch long and just a quarter inch thick.  &quot;I don't think this is going to work,&quot; says Maureen. </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Why?&quot; he asks, &quot;What's the matter?&quot;</p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Well,&quot; she replies, &quot;It's just not long enough to reach me!&quot;  </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;No problem,&quot; he says, and proceeds to slap his forehead with his palm.  With each slap of his forehead, his member grows until it's quite impressively long.  </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Well,&quot; she says, &quot;That's quite impressive, but it looks like a long pencil, it's still pretty narrow....&quot;  </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;No problem,&quot; he says, and starts pulling his ears.  With each pull, his member grows wider and wider until the entire measurement is extremely exciting to the woman.  </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;Wow!&quot; she exclaims, as they fall into bed and make mad, passionate love.<br /><br />The next day the couples rejoin their normal partners and go their separate ways.  As they walk along, Mike asks, &quot;Well, was it any good?&quot;  &quot;I hate to say it,&quot; says Maureen, &quot;but it was damn good.  How about you?&quot;   </p><p>  </p><p>&quot;It was horrible,&quot; he replies.  &quot;All I got was a headache.  She kept slapping my forehead and pulling my ears.&quot;<br /></p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-28T03:11:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bird Flu]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>The Center for Disease Control has released a list of symptoms of Bird Flu. If you experience any of the following, please seek medical treatment immediately:<br /><br />1. High fever</p><p>2. Congestion</p><p>3. Nausea</p><p>4. Fatigue</p><p>5. Aching in the joints</p><p>6. An irresistible urge to shit on someone's head or windshield.</p><p>  </p><p>Have A Great Day!</p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-28T04:11:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Reason Why Bicyclists Wear Black Shorts]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-30T12:11:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Some Funny & Cool Videos]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/some_funny_cool_videos.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Check These Out:

<a href="http://www.wimp.com/toiletprank/">Toilet Prank</a> 
Contains some offensive language.

<a href="http://www.wimp.com/trend/">New Office Trend</a>
What will they think of next?

<a href="http://www.flashfunpages.com/couple.swf">The Perfect Couple</a>
As if there is such a thing!

<a href="http://www.wimp.com/homophobe/">Hotdogs For Homophobes</a>
This is pretty funny.

<a href="http://brahm2.com/images/gadget.htm">Christmas Lights</a>
And for those of you that haven't yet seen this, it's incredible!

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-30T12:11:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Husband Super Store]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Recently a &quot;Husband Super Store&quot; opened where women could go to choose a husband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors, with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended.</p><p>   </p><p>The only rule was, once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to choose a man from that floor; if you went up a floor, you couldn't go back down except to leave the place, never to return. A couple of girlfriends went to the shopping center to find some husbands...</p><p><br />First Floor</p><p>The door had a sign saying, &quot;These men have jobs and love kids.&quot; The women read the sign and said, &quot;Well, that's better than not having a job or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?&quot; So up they went.</p><br /><p>Second Floor</p><p>The sign read, &quot;These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking.&quot; &quot;Hmmm,&quot; said the ladies, &quot;But, I wonder what's further up?&quot;</p><p><br />Third Floor</p><p>This sign read, &quot;These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good looking, love kids and help with the housework.&quot; &quot;Wow,&quot; said the women, &quot;Very tempting.&quot; But there was another floor, so further up they went.</p><p><br />Fourth Floor</p><p>This door had a sign saying &quot;These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.&quot; &quot;Oh, mercy me,&quot; they cried, &quot;Just think what must be awaiting us further on!&quot;</p><p><br />So up to the fifth floor they went....</p><br /><p>Fifth Floor</p><p>The sign on that door said, &quot;This floor is empty and exists only to prove that women are fucking impossible to please. Thanks for visiting the Husband Super Store.  The exit is to your left, we hope you fall down the stairs.&quot; <br /></p><br><p>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-30T12:11:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Man Of The Year]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/manoftheyear.jpg">
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-30T12:11:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Crazy Women Drivers]]></title>
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(In case you can't tell, she has the helmet on backwards!)
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Have A Great Day!

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  <dc:date>2005-11-30T08:11:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Parents Drink]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A boss wondered why one of his most valued employees had not phoned in sick one day.  Having an urgent problem with one of the main computers, he dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.</p><br /><p>&quot;Hello.&quot;</p><br /><p>&quot;Is your daddy home?&quot; he asked.</p><br /><p>&quot;Yes,&quot; whispered the small voice.</p><br /><p>&quot;May I talk with him?&quot;</p><br /><p>The child whispered, &quot;No.&quot;</p><br /><p>Surprised and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, &quot;Is your Mommy there?&quot;</p><br /><p>&quot;Yes.&quot;</p><br /><p>&quot;May I talk with her?&quot;</p><br /><p>Again the small voice whispered, &quot;No.&quot;</p><br /><p>Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, &quot;Is anybody else there?&quot;</p><br /><p>&quot;Yes,&quot; whispered the child, &quot;a policeman.&quot;</p><br /><p>Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, &quot;May I speak with the policeman?&quot;</p><br /><p>&quot;No, he's busy,&quot; whispered the child.</p><br /><p>&quot;Busy doing what?&quot;</p><br /><p>&quot;Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman,&quot; came the whispered answer.</p><br /><p>Growing more worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, &quot;What is that noise?&quot;</p><br /><p>&quot;A helicopter,&quot; answered the whispering voice.</p><br /><p>&quot;What is going on there?&quot; demanded the boss, now truly apprehensive.</p><br /><p>Again, whispering, the child answered, &quot;The search team just landed the helicopter.&quot;</p><br /><p>Alarmed, concerned and a little frustrated the boss asked, &quot;What are they searching for?&quot;</p><br /><p>Still whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled giggle: &quot;<em>ME</em>.&quot;</p><p><br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-11-30T09:11:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bad BAD Night At The Bar]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/bad_bad_night_at_the_bar.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p></em>Yikes!</em>

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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-04T05:12:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bad Breakups]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/bad_breakups.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/badbreakup1.jpg"></center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp; <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/badbreakup2.jpg"></center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp; <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/badbreakup3.jpg">&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp; <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/badbreakup4.jpg"> </center> <p>&nbsp; </p> <p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-07T09:12:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Strange Buzzing Noise]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/strange_buzzing_noise.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>As a woman passes her daughter's closed bedroom door, she hears a strange noise coming from within.&nbsp; Opening the door, she observes her daughter giving herself a real workout with a&nbsp;vibrator.  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>Shocked, she asks, "What in the world are you doing?!"  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>The daughter replies, "Mom, I'm thirty-five years old, unmarried, and this thing is about as close as I'll ever get to a husband.&nbsp; Please go away and leave me alone."  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>The next day, the girl's father hears the same buzzing noise coming from the other side of her closed bedroom door.&nbsp; Upon entering the room, he observes his daughter making passionate love to her vibrator.  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>To his query as to what she was doing, the daughter replies, "Dad, I'm thirty-five, unmarried, and this thing is about as close as I'll ever get to a husband.&nbsp; Please go away and leave me alone."  </p>  <p>&nbsp; </p>  <p>A few days later, the wife comes home from a shopping trip.&nbsp; Placing the groceries on the kitchen counter, she hears that buzzing noise coming from, of all places,&nbsp;the living room.  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>She enters the room only to see her husband sitting on the couch, downing a cold beer, and staring at the TV.&nbsp; The vibrator was next to him on the couch, buzzing like crazy.&nbsp;  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>Perplexed, the wife asks, <em>"What the <u>hell</u> are you doing?!"</em>  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>The husband replies, "I'm watching football with my son-in-law."&nbsp;  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p><em>Haha, I love it!</em>  </p>  <p>&nbsp;  </p>  <p>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-09T01:12:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hey Baby...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/hey_baby.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>The best comebacks for pick-up lines yet!  </p>  <p>&nbsp; </p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/heybaby1.jpg"></center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp; <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/heybaby2.jpg"></center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp; <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/heybaby3.jpg"></center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>&nbsp; <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/heybaby4.jpg"> </center>  <p>&nbsp; </p>  <p>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-09T01:12:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Dinner Dilemma]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/dinner_dilemma.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><strong> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tredmill.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Can't eat Beef, Mad Cow... </strong></center> <center> <br /><strong> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/madcow.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Can't eat Chicken, Bird Flu... <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/birdflu.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Can't eat Eggs, Salmonella...</strong></center> <center><strong></strong>&nbsp;</center> <center><strong> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/salmonella.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Can't eat Pork, Fear that Bird Flu will infest piggies... </strong></center> <center><strong> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/pork.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Can't eat Fish, Heavy metals in the water have poisoned their meat...</strong></center> <center><strong>&nbsp; <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fishy.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Can't eat Fruits &amp; Veggies, Insecticides &amp; Herbicides... </strong></center> <center><strong> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fruitveg.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Hmm.........</strong></center> <center><strong>&nbsp; <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ridebike.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />I Believe That Leaves Chocolate! </strong></center> <center><strong> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/mnm.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Remember! "Stressed"</strong></center> <center><strong>&nbsp; <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/stressed.jpg"> <br /> <br />Spelled Backwards is "Desserts" </strong></center> <center> <br /><strong> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/desserts.jpg"> <br /> <br />Ain't it great?! </strong></center> <center><strong> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/scarycupid.jpg"> </strong></center><strong>@-&gt;-&gt;- </strong></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-10T01:12:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Condom Boxes]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/condom_boxes.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man walks into a drug store with his 8-year old son. They happen to walk by the condom display, and the boy asks,"What are these, Dad?"   <br>  <br>To which the man matter-of-factly replies, "Those are called condoms, son. Men use them to have safe sex."   <br>  <br>"Oh I see," replied the boy pensively. "Yes, I've heard of that in health class at school." He looks over the display and picks up a package of 3 and asks, "Why are there 3 in this package?"   <br>  <br>The dad replies, "Those are for high school boys, ONE for Friday, ONE for Saturday, and ONE for Sunday."   <br>  <br>"Cool," says the boy. He notices a 6 pack and asks, "Then who are these for?"   <br>  <br>"Those are for college men," the dad answers, "TWO for Friday, TWO for Saturday, and TWO for Sunday."   <br>  <br>"WOW!" exclaimed the boy, "then who uses THESE?" he asks, picking up a 12 pack!   <br>  <br>With a sigh and a tear in his eye, the dad replied, "Those are for the married men. ONE for January, ONE for February, ONE for March..."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-   </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-10T01:12:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ski Iowa!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/ski_iowa.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/SkiIowa.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-10T01:12:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Elderly Humor]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/elderly_humor.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/old1.jpg">  <br>     <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/old2.jpg">  <br>    <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/old3.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/old4.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br><em>Haha, I love it!</em>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-12T08:12:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Warning Labels For Liquor Bottles]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_warning_labels_for_liquor_bottles.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what in the world happened to your bra and panties.  <br>                           <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a retard.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at four in the morning.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burns on the forehead, knees and lower back.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.  <br>  <br>WARNING:  <br>The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing <em>WITH</em> you.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-12T08:12:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Maintaining A Healthy Level Of Insanity]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/maintaining_a_healthy_level_of_insanity.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><br><em>Here's another favorite of mine!</em>  <br>  <br>Ways To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity:   <br>  <br>1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars.  See if they slow down.     <br>  <br>2. Page yourself over the intercom.  Don't disguise your voice.   <br>  <br>3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.    <br>  <br>4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "In."   <br>  <br>5. Put Decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks.  Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to Espresso.   <br>  <br>6. In the memo field of all your checks, write "For personal favors."   <br>  <br>7. Finish all your sentences with "In accordance with the prophecy."   <br>  <br>8. Don't use any punctuation orspacesforthatmatter   <br>  <br>9. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.  <br>   <br>10. Order diet water (with a serious face) whenever you go out to eat.  <br>  <br>11. Specify that your drive-through order is "To go."   <br>  <br>12. Sing along at the opera.   <br>  <br>13. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.   <br>  <br>14. Put mosquito netting around your work area and play tropical sounds all day.   <br>  <br>15. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.   <br>  <br>16. Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, "Rock Bottom."   <br>  <br>17. When the money comes out of the ATM, scream "I won! I won!"    <br>  <br>18. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run for your lives, they're loose!!"   <br>  <br>19. Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the Economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-12T08:12:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Jumping To Conclusions]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/jumping_to_conclusions.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Prior to her trip to Texas, Buffy (a New Yorker) confided to her co-workers that she had three goals for her trip to the Lonestar State:   <br>  <br>1.  She wanted to taste some real Texas Bar-B-Que.   <br>  <br>2.  She wanted to attend a bona fide rodeo.  And...   <br>  <br>3.  She wanted to have sex with a real cowboy.   <br>  <br>Upon her return, the girls were curious as to how she fared.   <br>  <br>"Let me tell you, they have a tree down there called a Mesquite and when they slow cook that brisket over that Mesquite, it's ooooh so good.  The taste is unbelievable!"   <br>  <br>"And I went to a real rodeo. Talk about athletes! Those guys wrestle full-grown bulls! They ride horses at a full gallop, then jump off the horses and grab the bull by the horns and throw them to the ground! It is just incredible!"   <br>  <br>They then asked, "Well tell us, did you have sex with a real cowboy?"   <br>  <br>"Are you kidding?  When I saw the outline of the condom they carry in the back pocket of their jeans, I changed my mind!"   <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/skoal.jpg">  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-14T11:12:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Reindeer]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/reindeer.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December.  Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring.  <br>  <br>Therefore, according to <em>EVERY</em> historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY single one of them, from Rudolph to Blitzen, <u>had</u> to be a girl.  <br>  <br>We should've known... ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.  <br>  <br>:)  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-15T12:12:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[More Blonde Jokes!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/more_blonde_jokes.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Blonde LOGIC <br /> <br />Two blondes living in Oklahoma were sitting on a bench talking. One blonde says to the other, "Which do you think is farther away... Florida or the moon?" <br /> <br />The other blonde turns and says "Helloooooooooo, can you see Florida?????" <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />CAR TROUBLE <br /> <br />A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died. <br /> <br />After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly. She says, "What's the story?" <br /> <br />He replies, "Just crap in the carburetor." <br /> <br />She asks, "How often do I have to do that?" <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />SPEEDING TICKET <br /> <br />A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license. <br /> <br />She replied in a huff, "I wish you guys would get your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you!" <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />RIVER WALK <br /> <br />There's this blonde out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank. "Yoo-hoo!" she shouts, "How can I get to the other side?" <br /> <br />The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back, "You ARE on the other side." <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />AT THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE <br /> <br />A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it. <br /> <br />"Impossible!" says the doctor. "Show me." <br /> <br />The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left breast and screamed, then she pushed her elbow and screamed in even more. She pushed her knee and screamed; likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed. <br /> <br />Everywhere she touched made her scream. <br /> <br />The doctor said, "You're not really a redhead, are you?" <br /> <br />"Well, no" she said, "I'm actually a blonde." <br /> <br />"I thought so," the doctor said. "Your finger is broken." <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />KNITTING <br /> <br />A highway patrolman pulled alongside a speeding car on the freeway. <br /> <br />Glancing at the car, he was astounded to see that the blonde behind the wheel was knitting! Realizing that she was oblivious to his flashing lights and siren, the trooper cranked down his window, turned on his bullhorn and yelled, <em>"PULL OVER!"</em> <br /> <br />"NO!" the blonde yelled back, "IT'S A SCARF!" <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />BLONDE ON THE SUN <br /> <br />A Russian, an American, and a Blonde were talking one day. The Russian said, "We were the first in space!" <br /> <br />The American said, "We were the first on the moon!" <br /> <br />The Blonde said, "So what? We're going to be the first on the sun!" <br /> <br />The Russian and the American looked at each other and shook their heads. "You can't land on the sun, you idiot! You'll burn up!" said the Russian. <br /> <br />To which the Blonde replied, "We're not stupid, you know. We're going at night!" <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />IN A VACUUM <br /> <br />A blonde was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. <br /> <br />She rolled the dice and she landed on Science &amp; Nature. Her question was, "If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?" <br /> <br />She thought for awhile and then asked, "Is it on or off?" <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />AND FINALLY, THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES! <br /> <br />A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were. The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. <br /> <br />Her friend said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?" <br /> <br />"HELLLOOOOOOO......" answered the blond. "They're watch dogs!" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-15T12:12:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sick Day]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/sick_day.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>The next time you need an excuse for a sick day, try this one! (I actually first heard this from my boss at the bar!)</em>  <br>  <br>A woman calls her boss one morning and tells him that she is staying home because she is not feeling well.   <br>  <br>"What's the matter?" he asks.   <br>  <br>"I have a case of anal glaucoma," she says in a weak voice.   <br>  <br>"What the hell is anal glaucoma?"   <br>  <br>"Well, I just can't see my ass coming into work today."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-15T10:12:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Women vs Men]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/women_vs_men.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST  <br>  <br>She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.  <br>  <br>Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.  <br>  <br>Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.  <br>  <br>Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl...  <br>  <br>And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>WOMEN'S REVENGE  <br>  <br>"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished  to purchase.  <br>  <br>As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.  <br>  <br>"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.  <br>  <br>"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>UNDERSTANDING WOMEN (A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)  <br>  <br>I know I'm not going to understand women.  <br>  <br>I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>MARRIAGE SEMINAR  <br>  <br>While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication,Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes."  <br>  <br>He addressed the man, "Can you name your wife's favorite flower?"  <br>  <br>Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?"  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>CIGARETTES AND TAMPONS  <br>  <br>A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the aisles.  <br>  <br>The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him.  He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle.  <br>  <br>A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter.  <br>  <br>She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?"  <br>  <br>He answers, "You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers, cause it's <em>sooooooooooo</em> much cheaper. So, I figure if I have to roll my own... so does she."     <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>WIFE VS HUSBAND  <br>  <br>A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.  <br>  <br>An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position.  <br>  <br>As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"  <br>  <br>"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."  <br>  <br><em>Haha, that's great!</em>  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>WORDS  <br>  <br>A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000.  <br>  <br>The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men."  <br>  <br>The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>CREATION  <br>  <br>A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time."  <br>  <br>"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain... God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me. God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!"  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>WHO DOES WHAT  <br>  <br>A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.  <br>  <br>The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."  <br>  <br>The husband said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."  <br>  <br>The wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."  <br>  <br>Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me."  <br>  <br>So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says... "HEBREWS."  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>THE SILENT TREATMENT  <br>  <br>A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment.  Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.  <br>  <br>Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM ." He left it where he knew she would find it.  <br>  <br>The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight.  Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."  <br>  <br>(Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.)  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>God may have created man before woman,  <br>But there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-16T11:12:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Letters To Santa]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/letters_to_santa.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santabilly.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santafrancis.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santajessica.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santamarky.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santasarah.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santasusan.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santateddy.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santathomas.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santatimmy.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/a_christmas_cookie_recipe.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-16T01:12:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Christmas Cookie Recipe]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/a_christmas_cookie_recipe.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>Hmm, I'm gonna have to try this one!</em>  <br>  <br /> <center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmascookie.gif"> </center>  <br />  <br />1 Cup Of Water  <br />1 Tsp Baking Soda  <br />1 Cup Of Sugar  <br />1 Tsp Salt  <br />1 Cup Of Brown Sugar  <br />Lemon Juice  <br />4 Large Eggs  <br />1 Cup Nuts  <br />2 Cups Of Dried Fruit  <br />1 Bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila (Most important ingredient)  <br />  <br />Sample the Cuervo to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink.  <br />  <br />Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar. Beat again.  <br />  <br />At this point it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still OK, try another cup... Just in case.  <br />  <br />Turn off the mixerer thingy.  <br />  <br />Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit, Pick the frigging fruit off floor. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers just pry it loose with a drewscriver.  <br />  <br />Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.  <br />  <br />Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Who giveshz a sheet.  <br />  <br />Check the Jose Cuervo. Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or some fink. Whatever you can find.  <br />  <br />Greash the ubben.  <br />  <br />Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the dishwasher.  <br />  <br />CHERRY MISTMAS!!  <br />  <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </em></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-17T05:12:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Layout]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=152</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>New layout... whatcha think? </p>  <p>&nbsp; </p>  <p>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-19T12:12:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Llama]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_llama.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><br>A farmer and his llama were driving to Memphis when a cop pulled them over.   <br>  <br>The cop asked the farmer, "Didn't you know it's against the law to ride with a llama in the front of your truck?"   <br>  <br>The farmer replied, "No, I didn't know that."   <br>  <br>"I'll let you off the hook this time," the cop said, "if you promise to take the llama to the zoo when you get to Memphis."   <br>  <br>The farmer promised he would, and headed on his way.   <br>  <br>Several days later, the cop spotted the farmer driving down the street with the llama in the front seat, and he pulled them over again.   <br>  <br>The cop said, "I thought I told you to take this pig to the zoo when you got to Memphis?"   <br>  <br>To this, the farmer replied, "I did. We had so much fun that today I'm taking him to the circus."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-19T02:12:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Calvin & The Snowmen]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/calvin_the_snowmen.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>Haha, I love it! :)</em>  <center>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin1.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin2.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin3.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin4.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin5.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin6.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin7.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin8.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin9.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin10.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin11.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin12.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin13.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin14.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvin15.jpg">  <br></center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/christmas_humor.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-20T02:12:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Christmas Humor]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/christmas_humor.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas1.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas2.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas3.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas4.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas5.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas6.gif">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas7.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas8.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas9.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas10.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas11.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas12.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas13.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas14.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/christmas15.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/merrychristmas.jpg"> </center>  <br />  <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/elfed.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-22T05:12:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Elfed!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/elfed.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/elfed.gif"> <br /> <br /><strong>Life is all about Asses... <br />You're either covering it, <br />Laughing it off, <br />Kicking it, <br />Kissing it, <br />Busting it, <br />Trying to get a piece of it, <br />Or behaving like one .... </strong></center> <br /> <br />Have A Great Day! <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-24T06:12:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Christmas Links!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/christmas_links.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.gdd.net/bkholiday/index.php">Ding, Fries Are Done! (Burger King Holiday Wishes)</a>  <br>Friggin' <u><em>Hilarious</u>!</em>  <br>  <br><a href="http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm">Dear Santa</a>  <br />Fill In The Blanks &amp; Watch Your Words Be Transformed Into A Letter For Santa!  <br />  <br /><a href="http://www.reuters.hu/card_dom/index_content.html">Merry Christmas!</a>  <br />Singing Santa &amp; Reindeer Cartoon  <br />  <br /><a href="http://www.elfmovie.com/swf/snowball_fight/index.html">Snowball Fight</a>  <br />Test Your Aim At This Game  <br />  <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-24T06:12:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What Every Man Wants For Christmas]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/what_every_man_wants_for_christmas.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/mansremote.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/santa_is_not_happy.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-24T07:12:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Santa Is   NOT   Happy!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/santa_is_not_happy.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><strong> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/poorreindeer.gif"> <br /> <br />A Christmas Story <br /> <br />'Twas the night before Christmas - Old Santa was pissed. <br />He cussed out the elves and threw down his list. <br />Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks. <br />I have a good mind to scrap the whole works! <br /> <br />I've busted my ass for damn near a year, <br />Instead of "Thanks Santa," what do I hear?! <br />The old lady bitches cause I work late at night. <br />The elves want more money, the reindeer all fight. <br /> <br />Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids. <br />Donner is pregnant and Vixen has AIDS. <br />And just when I thought that things would get better <br />Those assholes from the IRS sent me a letter, <br />They say I owe taxes... if that ain't damn funny! <br />Who the <em>hell</em> ever sent Santa Claus money? <br /> <br />And the kids these days, they all are the pits. <br />They want the impossible - Those mean little shits! <br />I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds <br />Assembling dolls... Their arms, legs and heads <br />I made tons of yo yo's, but no requests for them. <br />They want computers and robots... they think I'm IBM! <br /> <br />Flying through the air, dodging all the trees. <br />Falling down chimneys and skinning my knees. <br />I'm quitting this job! There's just no enjoyment. <br />I'll sit on my fat ass and draw unemployment. <br /> <br />If there's no Christmas this year you now know the reason, <br />I found me a blonde. I'm going <em>SOUTH</em> for the season!! </strong></center> <center><strong> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hohohostring.gif">&nbsp;</strong></center> <center><strong>&nbsp;</center></strong> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-25T09:12:10-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Men  Don't  Design Wrapping Paper]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_men_dont_design_wrapping_paper.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/paper.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/paper1.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/paper2.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/paper3.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/paper4.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-25T09:12:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Merry Christmas!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/merry_christmas.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Wishing you the best Christmas ever! :)  </p>  <p>&nbsp; </p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/santababy.jpg">  <br /> <br /> <img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/dancinsanta.gif">  <br /></center> <br />Merry Christmas!  <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-25T09:12:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[My Christmas Wish List]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/my_christmas_wish_list.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>For those of you that are looking for last-minute gift ideas for me, look no further!  Here is my Christmas list:  <br><center>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/navymen.jpg">  <br>First I'd like a nice strong man who's not afraid to get down & dirty. ;)   <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/angel.jpg">  <br>But someone with an innocent side... gotta be able to take him home to mom! :)  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/SantasElves.jpg">  <br>They've gotta have a sense of humor, too - someone who's not afraid to embarass themselves for a laugh.  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hunks.jpg">  <br>I'm really not that picky... <em><u>any</u></em> of these will do... honest! :D  <br>  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/a_message_from_santa.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-25T09:12:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Message From Santa]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/a_message_from_santa.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/X-MAS-GI_1.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>Merry Christmas!  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/things_that_hallmark_cards_dont_say.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-28T01:12:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Things That Hallmark Cards Don't Say...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/things_that_hallmark_cards_dont_say.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>My tire was thumping.   <br>I thought it was flat   <br>When I looked at the tire...   <br>I noticed your cat.   <br>  <br>Sorry!   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>I heard your wife left you,   <br>How upset you must be.   <br>But don't fret about it...   <br>She moved in with me!  <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>Looking back over the years that we've been together,   <br>I can't help but wonder...    <br>"What the hell was I thinking?!"   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>Congratulations on your wedding day!   <br>It's a shame that no one likes your husband.   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>How could two people as beautiful as you   <br>Have such an ugly baby?   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>I've always wanted to have   <br>Someone to hold, someone to love.   <br>After having met you,   <br>I've changed my mind.   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>I must admit, you brought Religion into my life...   <br>I never believed in Hell until I met you.   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am...   <br>That you're not here to ruin it for me.   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>Congratulations on your promotion.   <br>Before you go...   <br>Would you like to take this knife out of my back?   <br>You'll probably need it again.   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>Happy Birthday, Uncle Dad! (Available only in Tennessee, Kentucky & West Virginia)   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>Happy Birthday!   <br>You look great for your age...   <br>Almost Lifelike!   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>When we were together,   <br>You always said you'd die for me.   <br>Now that we've broken up,   <br>I think it's time you kept your promise.   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>We've been friends for a very long time ..   <br>Whatta you say we stop?   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>I'm so miserable without you...   <br>It's almost like you're here.   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>Congratulations on your new bundle of joy...   <br>Did you ever find out who the father was??  <br>   <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>Your friends and I wanted to do   <br>Something special for your birthday...   <br>So we decided to have you put to sleep.  <br>   <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>So your daughter's a hooker,   <br>It spoiled your whole day.   <br>But look at the bright side...   <br>It's really good pay!   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-28T07:12:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Little Red Riding Hood]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/little_red_riding_hood.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Little Red Riding Hood is skipping down the road when she sees the big bad wolf crouched down behind a log. "My, what big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf."   <br>  <br>The wolf jumps up and runs away.  Further down the road Little Red Riding Hood sees the wolf again and this time he is crouched behind a bush. "My, what big ears you have, Mr. Wolf."   <br>  <br>Again the wolf jumps up and runs away.  About two miles down the road Little Red  Riding Hood sees the wolf again and this time he is crouched down behind a rock. "My, what big teeth you have, Mr. Wolf."   <br>  <br>With that the wolf jumps up and screams, "Will you knock it off, I'm trying to  poop!"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/ring_my_bell.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-30T01:12:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ring My Bell]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/ring_my_bell.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Now that deer hunting season is over, no one comes to visit me!  And those who do don't ring my doorbell!!  I can't for the life of me figure out why...  <br>  <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/Doorbell1.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-30T01:12:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Safe Sex Dress]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/safe_sex_dress.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Here's a great outfit for some of you that may need it tomorrow night... (However, if you decide to borrow it, I'll need a cash deposit.) :) </p>  <p>   <br />&nbsp; </p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ssdress.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/signs_youre_at_a_lame_new_years_party.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-31T03:12:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Signs You're At A LAME New Year's Party]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/signs_youre_at_a_lame_new_years_party.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>- To give it a Times Square feel, everyone is groped, fondled and pick-pocketed. <br /> <br />- The 'Party Hats' look suspiciously like stolen traffic cones. <br /> <br />- There's a "Happy 1995" sticker on the packet of shrimp you've been eating all night. <br /> <br />- It's January 6th. <br /> <br />- Prison regulations require lights out at 10:00 PM. <br /> <br />- The guests have decided to start the midnight countdown at 10,000. <br /> <br />- At midnight everyone gathers around to watch your Uncle Earl's pants drop. <br /> <br />- You hear a guy doing a count down before using the bathroom. <br /> <br />- The Champagne tastes suspiciously like apple juice mixed with Alka Selzer. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-31T04:12:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Male Stripper]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/male_stripper.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>Here's a Great Recomendation for a <u><strong><em>FREE</em></strong></u> Male Stripper! </center> <center> <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br />* <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/stripper.gif"> <br /><em>Well, What Did You Expect For <u>Free</u>???</em></center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/hangovers.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2005-12-31T04:12:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hangovers]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/hangovers.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>If you don't laugh, then you just can't relate... For those of you that have been there before, enjoy... and try not to laugh too hard. :) <br /> <br />ONE STAR HANGOVER (*): <br /> <br />No pain. No real feeling of illness. You're able to function relatively well; however, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas and still feel this way. For some reason, you are craving a steak &amp; fries. <br /> <br /> <br />TWO STAR HANGOVER (**): <br /> <br />No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the 3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels. <br /> <br /> <br />THREE STAR HANGOVER (***): <br /> <br />Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be better right now if you were home in your bed watching Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke --- yet you haven't peed once. <br /> <br /> <br />FOUR STAR HANGOVER (****): <br /> <br />Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you only shaved one side of your face. (For the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes of everyone who enters the bathroom. <br /> <br /> <br />FIVE STAR HANGOVER (*****): <br /> <br />You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. In fact, you are probably still drunk. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you. You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare 'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this 'floater' seems to be to splash the toilet water all over your ass. Death sounds pretty good about right now! <br /> <br /> <br />THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK: <br /> <br />1. Indubitably <br />2. Innovative <br />3. Preliminary <br />4. Proliferation <br />5. Cinnamon <br /> <br /> <br />THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK: <br /> <br />1. Specificity <br />2. British Constitution <br />3. Passive-Aggressive Disorder <br />4. Audacious Transubstantiate <br /> <br /> <br />THINGS THAT ARE <em>DOWNRIGHT</em> <u><em>IMPOSSIBLE</em></u> TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK: <br /> <br />1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex. <br />2. Nope, no more booze for me. <br />3. Sorry, but you're not really my type. <br />4. Good evening officer isn't it lovely out tonight. <br />5. Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing! <br /> <br /> <br />Happy New Year!! <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-03T10:01:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Comparisons On Men]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/comparisons_on_men.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>-Men are like... Laxatives... <em>They irritate the shit out of you.</em>  <br>  <br>-Men are like... Weather... <em>Nothing can be done to change them.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Blenders... <em>You need one, but you're not quite sure why.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Chocolate Bars... <em>Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your thighs.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Commercials... <em>You can't believe a word they say.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Department Stores... <em>Their clothes are always 1/2 off.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Government Bonds... <em>They take soooooooo long to mature.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Mascara... <em>They usually run at the first sign of emotion.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Snowstorms... <em>You never know what they're up to.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Lava Lamps... <em>Fun to look at, but not very bright.</em>   <br>  <br>-Men are like... Parking Spots... <em>All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.</em>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/when_to_cancel_your_wifes_gym_membership.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-03T11:01:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[When To Cancel Your Wife's Gym Membership]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/when_to_cancel_your_wifes_gym_membership.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Man, I'd hate to come face-to-face with her in a dark alley! <em>Yikes!!</em> <br /> <center> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wife1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wife2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wife3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wife4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wife5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wife6.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/oh_how_tough_we_had_it.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-03T11:01:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Oh How Tough We Had It...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/oh_how_tough_we_had_it.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up - what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning - uphill <em><u>BOTH</u></em> ways - through year 'round blizzards, carrying their younger siblings on their backs to their one-room schoolhouse, where they maintained a straight-A average despite their full-time, after-school job at the local textile mill... where they worked for 35 cents an hour just to help keep their family from starving to death!   <br>  <br>And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way <em>in hell</em> I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids... about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!   <br>  <br>But...  <br>  <br>Now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it <u>so</u> easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!   <br>  <br>I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet... we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves! In the card catalog!!   <br>  <br>There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a letter... with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like <em>a <u>whole</u> week</em> to get there!   <br>  <br>There were no MP3s or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to go to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and f@#* it all up!   <br>  <br>You want to hear about hardship? You couldn't just download porn! You had to bribe some homeless dude to buy you a copy of "Hustler" at the 7-11! Those were your options!   <br>  <br>We didn't have fancy shit like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your boss, your mom, a collections agent, your drug dealer, you didn't know!!! You just had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!   <br>  <br>We didn't have any fancy Sony Play station videogames with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like "Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked ass! Your guy was a little square! You had to use your imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win, the game just kept getting harder and faster until you died... Just like LIFE!   <br>  <br>When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy sat in front of you and you couldn't see you were just screwed!   <br>  <br>Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 20 channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel and there was no Cartoon Network! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning... D'ya hear what I'm saying!?!   <br>  <br>We had to wait <em>ALL WEEK,</em> you spoiled little bastards!   <br>  <br>We didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove - imagine that! If we wanted popcorn... we had to use that stupid jiffy pop and shake it over the stove like an idiot forever.   <br>  <br>That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled, you guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980!   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-03T12:01:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How To Tell When You're Driving Too Fast]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/how_to_tell_when_youre_driving_too_fast.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/drivingtoofast.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>Have A Great Day!  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-04T05:01:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Little Old Lady]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/little_old_lady.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A little old lady is walking down the street, dragging two plastic garbage bags with her, one in each hand. There's a hole in one of the bags, and every once in a while a $20 bill is flying out of it onto the pavement. <br /> <br />Noticing this, a policeman stops her. "Ma'am, there are $20 bills falling out of that bag." <br /> <br />"Damn!" says the little old lady, "I'd better go back and see if I can still find some. Thanks for the warning!" <br /> <br />"Well, now, not so fast," says the cop. "How did you get all that money? Did you steal it??" <br /> <br />"Oh, no," says the little old lady. "You see, my back yard backs up to the parking lot of the football stadium. Each time there's a game, a lot of fans come and pee in the bushes, right into my flower beds! So, I go and stand behind the bushes with a big hedge clipper, and each time someone sticks his little thingie through the bushes, I say, '$20 or off it comes!'" <br /> <br />"Hey, not a bad idea!" laughs the cop. "OK, good luck! By the way, what's in the other bag?" <br /> <br />"Well", says the little old lady, "Not all of them pay up..." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/modern_relations.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-04T05:01:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Modern Relations]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>One day, a little boy goes to his father and asks "Daddy, how was I born?"   <br>  <br>The father answers: "Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a blessed little Pop-Up appeared and said: 'You've Got Male!'"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-04T05:01:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Brave Man If I Ever Saw One...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wife.jpg">  </center>  <br>   <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-04T05:01:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[2006 Calendars]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/2006_calendars.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Some members of the Minneapolis Arts Community have put together two all nude calendars for 2006 to help raise funds for the less fortunate children of the city. They come in an all-male or all-female version and are rather provocative. You can preview either calendar, even if you have no desire to purchase one. But, remember, the funds will go for those children who need our help. Just click below to see a preview of each calendar. They are available for preview and purchase at this site.  <br />  <br />Click here: <a href="http://www.richstevens.com/NAKED.swf">2006 Calendars</a>  <br />  <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-04T05:01:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[NTSB]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/ntsb.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>The National Transportation Safety Board recently divulged they had covertly funded a project with the U.S. auto makers for the past five years, whereby the auto makers were installing black box voice recorders in four-wheel drive pickup trucks and SUV's in an effort to determine, in fatal accidents, the circumstances in the last 15 seconds before the crash.   <br>  <br>They were surprised to find in 44 of the 50 states the recorded last words of drivers in 61.2% of fatal crashes were, "Oh, no!"   <br>  <br>Only the states of Georgia, Tennessee, Texas, Arkansas, Alabama and Kentucky were different, where 89.3% of the final words were "Hold my beer, I'm gonna try somethin."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-04T05:01:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Japanese]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/japanese.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/japanese.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-07T02:01:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Blonde Guy Joke]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/blonde_guy_joke.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>An Irishman, a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building. <br /> <br />They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump off this building!" <br /> <br />The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burrittos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too!" <br /> <br />The blonde opened his lunch and said, "Bologna again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too!" <br /> <br />The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death. The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too! The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well. <br /> <br />At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, "If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!" <br /> <br />The Mexican's wife also wept and said, "I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much!" <br /> <br />Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife. The blonde's wife said, "Don't look at me. He makes his own lunch!" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-07T02:01:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[White Trash Hurricane Survial Kit]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/white_trash_hurricane_survial_kit.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>Toilet Paper................................................................Check </center> <center>Bud Light....................................................................Check </center> <center>Keystone Ice...............................................................Check </center> <center>Budweiser...................................................................Check </center> <center>Red Dog......................................................................Check </center> <center>Misc. Other bottles of alcohol......................................Check </center> <center>Piece of plywood to float your chick and booze on.....Check </center> <center>&nbsp;</center> <center>Next time let's all be more prepared! <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wtsurvivalkit.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-07T03:01:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Lena]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/lena.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms. <br /> <br />Well, Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 0800. <br /> <br />The next day at 0845 there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's door. <br /> <br />The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new employee. <br /> <br />He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule. <br /> <br />The Personnel Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. <br /> <br />When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmos all over the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up. <br /> <br />At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmos. She has a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles. <br /> <br />The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo's legs. <br /> <br />The Personnel Manager bursts into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena. <br /> <br />"I'm sorry," he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday... Your job is to give Elmo <em>two <u>test</u> <u>tickles</u>!"</em> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-07T03:01:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How Stick People Became Extinct]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/how_stick_people_became_extinct.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>It's a sad SAD story but it had to be told...  </p>  <p>   <br />&nbsp; </p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/stickpeopleextinct.gif"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-07T03:01:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Your 2006 Hunk Calendar Has Arrived!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/your_2006_hunk_calendar_has_arrived.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/january.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/february.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/march.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/april.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/may.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/june.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/july.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/august.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/september.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/october.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/november.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/december.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-08T05:01:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Stupid Texan Joke]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/stupid_texan_joke.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><br>A group of aspiring student psychiatrists were attending their first class on emotional extremes.   <br>  <br>"Just to establish some parameters," said the professor to one of the students, "What is the opposite of joy?"   <br>  <br>"Sadness," replied the student.   <br>  <br>"And the opposite of depression?" the professor asked a young lady in the back.   <br>  <br>"Elation," she stated.   <br>  <br>"And you sir," he said to the young man from Texas. "How about the opposite of woe?"   <br>  <br>The Texan replied, "Sir, I believe that would be giddy-up."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-08T05:01:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bad Drivers]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>So I was driving into work the other morning, and this dick in a truck pulls out in front of me... <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/dicktruck.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-08T05:01:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Gotta Keep The Motor Runnin]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>It was the stir of the town when an 80 year old man married a 20 year-old girl.   <br>  <br>After a year of marriage she went into the hospital to give birth.   <br>  <br>The nurse came out to congratulate the fellow saying: "This is amazing! How do you do it at your age?"   <br>  <br>He answered, "You got to keep the old motor running."   <br>  <br>The following year the young bride gave birth again.   <br>  <br>The same nurse said: "You're amazing.  How do you do it?"   <br>  <br>He again said: "You've got the keep the old motor running."   <br>  <br>The same thing happened the next year. The nurse then said: "Well, well, well!!!  You certainly are quite a man!"   <br>  <br>He responded again, "You've got to keep that old motor running."  <br>   <br>The nurse said: "Well, you better change the oil.  This one's black!"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-08T09:01:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[True Calling]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/true_calling.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>The Gynecologist Who Became A Mechanic (It's important to have back up job skills)  <br>  <br>A gynecologist had become fed up with malpractice insurance and was on the verge of being burned out. Hoping to try another career where skillful hands would be beneficial, he decided to change careers and become a mechanic.  <br>  <br>He found out from the local technical college what was involved, signed up for evening classes, attended diligently, and learned all he could.  <br>  <br>When the time for the practical exam approached, the gynecologist prepared carefully for weeks, and completed the exam with tremendous skill.  <br>  <br>When the results came back, he was surprised to find that he had obtained a score of 150%.  <br>  <br>Fearing an error, he called the instructor, saying, "I don't want to appear ungrateful for such an outstanding result, but I wondered if there had been an error which needed adjusting?"  <br>  <br>The instructor said, "During the exam, you took the engine apart perfectly, which was worth 50% of the total mark. You put the engine back together again perfectly, which is also worth 50% of the mark."  <br>  <br>The instructor went on to say, "I gave you an extra 50% because you did all of it through the muffler."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-08T09:01:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Rules!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_rules.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for Classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.  <br>  <br>New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout? Luckily, it was only a finger! If it were a whole hand, Congress would have voted to keep it alive!!  <br>  <br>New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.  <br>  <br>New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: Do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.  <br>  <br>New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.  <br>  <br>New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a <em>HUGE</em> asshole.  <br>  <br>New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.  <br>  <br>New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."  <br>  <br>New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.  <br>  <br>New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking up the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.  <br>  <br>New Rule: (And this one is long overdue!) No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your web cam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.  <br>  <br>New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.  <br><em>Amen to that!</em>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-09T11:01:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Links]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/links.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://gangstaname.com/index.php">What's Your Name?</a>    <br>Find out your Gangsta name (Mine is Fine Ol' Lumpynutz), your Taxi Driver Name (Mine is Gnopükindabak Taylor), your Significant-Other Pet Name (Mine is Poo-poo Huevos), your Pirate Name (Mine is Stutterin' Antonia Cooke), & your Mafia name (Mine is Green Candy Gravano) - How fun!  <br>  <br>  <br><a href="http://home.att.net/~songs2/Jumper.jpg">How Strong Is Your Stomach?</a>    <br>A police officer sent this to me. It is not for the faint of heart!  If you have a weak stomach, then don't look at the URL.  It's a picture of the     demise of a suicide jumper taken shortly after he landed.  It shows him with his insides now on the outside. You will see the look of horror on the faces of the bystanders.  The faces of the bystanders are why I believe this photo is real.   <br>  <br>  <br><a href="http://www.goodolddogs.com/older.html">Good Ole Dogs</a>   <br>Still good for a laugh!  <br>  <br><a href="http://www.malevole.com/mv/misc/killerquiz/">Killer Quiz</a>  <br>By looking at the picture of a person, you have to decide if he is a computer geek or a serial killer. Go with your gut feeling & click on your choice. Your score will be given at the end.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-09T11:01:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[So You Think Yours Is Big?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/so_you_think_yours_is_big.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I believe it was Alan Jackson that said "Too much of a good thing is a good thing." lol  <br />  <br /> <center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/big1.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/big2.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/big3.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/big4.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/big5.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/big6.jpg">  <br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/big7.jpg"> </center>  <br />  <br />Have A Great Day!  <br />  <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-10T11:01:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Heroic Fisherman]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Standing at the edge of the lake, a man saw a woman flailing about in the deep water. Unable to swim, the man screamed for help. A trout fisherman ran up. The man said, "My wife is drowning and I can't swim. Please save her. I'll give you a hundred dollars."   <br>  <br>The fisherman dove into the water. In ten powerful strokes, he reached the woman, put his arm around her, and swam back to shore. Depositing her at the feet of the man, the fisherman said, "Okay, where's my hundred dollars?"   <br>  <br>The man said, "Look, when I saw her going down for the third time, I thought it was my wife. But this is my mother-in-law."   <br>  <br>The fisherman reached into his pocket and said, "Just my luck. How much do I owe you?"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-10T11:01:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Timely Shoe Repair]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/timely_shoe_repair.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Arnold and his wife were cleaning out the attic one day when he came across a ticket from the local shoe repair shop. The date stamped on the ticket showed that it was over eleven years old. They both laughed and tried to remember which of them might have forgotten to pick up a pair of shoes over a decade ago.   <br>  <br>"What are the chances that the shoes will still be in the shop?" Arnold wondered, pocketing the ticket. He went downstairs, hopped into the car, and drove to the store. With a straight face, he handed the ticket to the man behind the counter.   <br>  <br>With a face just as straight, the man said, "Just a minute. I'll have to look for these." He disappeared into a dark corner at the back of the shop.   <br>  <br>Two minutes later, the man called out, "Here they are!"    <br>   <br>"No kidding?" Arnold called back. "That's terrific! Who would have thought they'd still be here after all this time."The man came back to the counter, empty-handed.   <br>  <br>"They'll be ready Thursday," he said calmly.   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-11T02:01:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Brad & Sharon]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Brad met Sharon in a nightclub. They enjoyed each other's company very much and at the end of the evening Sharon invited Bryan to her place, where they quickly got involved in a very passionate and energetic session in bed together.   <br>  <br>Finally, tired and satisfied, they both lay back in the bed and snuggled up close to each other.  <br>  <br>After a short while, Sharon began tenderly stroking Bryan's manhood.  <br>  <br>Surprised but appreciative, Bryan comments, "Surely you can't be ready for more already?!"   <br>  <br>Sharon replies, "No, but every now and then I get a bit nostalgic, and I miss the days when I had mine."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-11T02:01:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Look Before You Eat!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>As I was packing for my business trip, my 3 year-old daughter was having a wonderful time playing on the bed.   <br>  <br>At one point, she said, "Daddy, look at this," and stuck out two of her fingers. Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her tiny fingers in my mouth and said, "Daddy's gonna eat your fingers!" Pretending to eat them before I rushed out of the room again.   <br>  <br>When I returned, my daughter was standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look on her face.   <br>  <br>I said, "What's wrong, honey?"   <br>  <br>She replied, "What happened to my booger?"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-12T12:01:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Life Lesson]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I was happy. My  girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get  married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream!  <br>  <br>There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low-cut blouses. She would regularly bend down when near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else.  <br>  <br>One day, the little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.   <br>  <br>I was in total shock  and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me."  <br>  <br>I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs.  <br>  <br>When she reached the top of the stairs, she pulled down her panties and threw them down at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car.   <br>  <br>My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family."  <br>  <br>The moral of this story is: "Always keep your condoms in your car."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-12T08:01:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Only At Wal-Mart!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/only_at_walmart.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Joe says to Mike behind him, "My elbow hurts like hell. I guess I better see a doctor." <br /> <br />"Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Mike replies. "There's a diagnostic computer down at Wal-Mart. Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and costs ten dollars... a lot cheaper than a doctor." <br /> <br />So Joe deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Wal-Mart. He deposits ten dollars, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits. Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout: "You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks. Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart." <br /> <br />That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Joe began wondering if the computer could be fooled. He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter, and a sperm sample for good measure. Joe hurries back to Wal-Mart, eager to check the results. He deposits ten dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results. <br /> <br />The computer prints the following: <br />"1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9) <br /> <br />2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. (Aisle 7) <br /> <br />3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab. <br /> <br />4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. <br /> <br />5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better. <br /> <br />Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-12T08:01:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Daily Monitor]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/daily_monitor.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Just checking to see if you give a fuck about anything today... Nope. Barely moved.  <center><br />  <br />  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fuckometer.gif">  </center><br />  <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-12T08:01:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Men's Room]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Below is a picture of the men's toilets at the Sofitel hotel in Queenstown, New Zealand:  <center><br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/mensroom.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-12T08:01:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Ford Ad]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/newfordad.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-12T09:01:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Job Offer (I Want To Work HERE!)]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/joboffer1.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/joboffer2.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/joboffer3.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/joboffer4.jpg">  <br><em>Hellloooooo, Mister Sales Manager, you are coming home with me tonight!</em>  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/joboffer5.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/joboffer6.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/joboffer7.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-16T12:01:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[At The Bar]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/at_the_bar.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A guy walks into a bar and sits down. The bartender comes over and puts a bowl of beer nuts in front of him and asks what he'll have.   <br>  <br>The man orders a beer and, as the bartender is getting his drink, he hears a voice say, "Nice shirt."   <br>  <br>He looks around, but doesn't see anyone.   <br>  <br>The man drinks his beer and orders another and as the bartender is getting it, the man hears the voice say, "Nice tie."   <br>  <br>The man tells the bartender he's hearing voices, but doesn't see anyone.   <br>  <br>"Oh, it's the nuts," the bartender replies. "They're complimentary."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-16T03:01:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What Happens When Radiology Students Get Bored...]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-16T03:01:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Fleas On Board!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/friendshipflea.gif">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/friendshipfriendship.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fleasonboard.gif">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-16T03:01:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How To Paint A Dog]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-16T05:01:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[When NOT To Have Your Picture Taken]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood1.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood2.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood3.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood4.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood5.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood6.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood7.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood8.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/notgood9.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-18T09:01:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Wine For Seniors]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_wine_for_seniors.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wine.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-23T11:01:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Links]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_links.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://members.iinet.net.au/~pontipak/redsquare.html">Escapa!</a>   <br>A fun game that involves dodging blue squares.  <br>  <br><a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/1650489/">College Humor</a>  <br>What happens when you combine Billy Joel's "Uptown Girls" video & Britney Spears's "Toxic" song?  Watch & find out.  Kinda humorous.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-24T12:01:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[True Friends!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/true_friends.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/truefriends1.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/truefriends2.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/truefriends3.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/truefriends4.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/truefriends5.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/truefriends6.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>Remember: A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel.   <br>  <br>Have A Great Day!  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-25T08:01:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Maxine!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=211</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine001.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine002.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine003.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine004.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine005.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine006.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine007.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine008.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine009.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine010.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine011.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine012.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine013.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine014.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine015.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine016.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine017.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine018.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxine019.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-25T08:01:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Let These Be Lessons To All!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The First Affair:   <br>  <br>A married man was having an affair with his secretary. One day, their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon.   <br>  <br>Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep, awakening around 8:00 PM. As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt. Mystified, she nonetheless complied. He slipped into his shoes and drove home.   <br>  <br>"Where have you been?" demanded his wife when he entered the house.   <br>  <br>"Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having an affair with my secretary and we've been having sex all afternoon. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until eight o'clock."   <br>  <br>The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf!"   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   <br>  <br>The Second Affair:   <br>  <br>There was a middle-aged couple that had two stunningly beautiful teenage daughters. The couple decided to try one last time for the son they always wanted. <br>  <br>After months of trying, the wife finally got pregnant and sure enough, delivered a healthy baby boy nine months later. The joyful father rushed into the nursery to see his new son. He took one look and was horrified to see the ugliest child he had ever seen!   <br>  <br>He went to his wife and told her there was no way he could be the father of that child. "Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered!" Then he gave her a stern look and asked, "Have you been fooling around on me?"   <br>  <br>The wife just smiled sweetly and said, "Not this time!"   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>The Third Affair:   <br>  <br>A mortician was working late one night. It was his job to examine the dead bodies before they were sent off to be buried or cremated. As he examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, who was about to be cremated, he made an amazing discovery... Schwartz had the longest private part he had ever seen!   <br>  <br>"I'm sorry, Mr. Schwartz", said the mortician, "but I can't send you off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this. It has to be saved for posterity." With that, the coroner used his tools to remove the dead man's scaling.   He stuffed his prize into a briefcase and took it home.   <br>  <br>The first person he showed it to was his wife. "I have something to show you that you won't believe," he said, and opened up his briefcase.   <br>  <br>"Oh my God!" the wife screamed, "Schwartz is dead!"   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>The Fourth Affair:   <br>  <br>A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door. "Hurry," she said, "stand in the corner!" Then she quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then dusted him with talcum powder.   <br>  <br>"Don't move until I tell you to," she whispered. "Just pretend you're a   statue."   <br>  <br>"What's this, honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.   <br>  <br>"Oh, it's a statue," she replied nonchalantly. "The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us too."   <br>  <br>No more was said about the statue, not even later when they went to sleep. Around two in the morning, the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk.   <br>  <br>"Here," he said to the statue, "Eat something. I stood like an idiot at the   Smiths for three days and nobody offered me as much as a glass of water."   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>The Fifth Affair:   <br>  <br>A man walks into a night club one night. He goes up to the bar and asks for a beer.   <br>  <br>"Certainly, Sir, that'll be 1 cent."   <br>  <br>"One Cent?!" exclaimed the man.   <br>  <br>So the man glances over at the menu and asks, "Could I have a nice, juicy t-bone steak, with chips, peas and a fried egg?"   <br>  <br>"Certainly, Sir," replies the barman, "but that comes to real money."   <br>  <br>"How much money?" inquires the man.   <br>  <br>"Four cents," the bartender replied.   <br>  <br>"Four Cents?!" exclaimed the man. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"   <br>  <br>The bartender replied, "Upstairs, with my wife."   <br>  <br>The man says, "What's he doing upstairs with your wife?"   <br>  <br>The bartender replied, "The same thing as I'm doing to his business."   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>The Sixth Affair:   <br>  <br>Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber.   <br>  <br>He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. "Becky my darling," he whispered.   <br>  <br>"Hush, my love," she said. "Rest, don't talk."   <br>  <br>He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have something   that I must confess."   <br>  <br>"There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky, "everything's all   right, go to sleep."   <br>  <br>"No, no I must die in peace, Becky. I... I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother!"   <br>  <br>"I know, my sweet one," whispered Becky, "just lie back & let the poison work."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-26T11:01:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The New Krispy Kreme Calendar Has Arrived!]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-01-27T11:01:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Yikes!!!!!!!!!!... ]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center> It seems a sheep farmer was puzzled about the disappearance of some sheep on his farm. After a few weeks of sheep disappearing the farmer decided to put up an electric fence. <br> <br>About a week later, this is what he found: <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/bigbigsnake1.jpg"> <br> <br>Now, I know we've all heard of people being eaten by snakes and I bet most of us have said, "If a snake tried to eat me, I'd blah, blah, blah and get away. Well, this is a Python and they're <em><u>extremely</u></em> aggressive and have a few teeth that they use to hold their prey while they wrap around them and then constrict. <br> <br>Could you get away if this one bit you and held on with it's "few teeth?" <br><strong>Note: the wires are 10 inches apart.</strong> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/bigbigsnake2.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>Thank <em>God</em> there are no snakes like that in Iowa!! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-01T10:02:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Great Tips]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Andy Rooney's Tips for Handling Telemarketers <br> <br>-The three little words that work are: "Hold On, Please..." Saying this, while putting down your phone and walking away (instead of hanging-up immediately) would make each Telemarketing call so much more time-consuming that boiler room sales would grind to a halt. <br> <br>Then when you eventually hear the phone company's "beep-beep-beep" tone, you know it's time to go back and hang up your handset, which has efficiently completed its task. These three little words will help eliminate telephone soliciting. <br> <br>-Do you ever get those annoying phone calls with no one on the other end? This is a telemarketing technique where a machine makes phone calls and records the time of day when a person answers the phone. <br> <br>This technique is used to determine the best time of day for a "real" sales person to call back and get someone at home. <br> <br>What you can do after answering, if you notice there is no one there, is to immediately start hitting your # button on the phone, 6 or 7 times, as quickly as possible. This confuses the machine that dialed the call and it kicks your number out of their system. Gosh, what a shame not to have your name in their system any longer!!! <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>Junk Mail Help: <br> <br>-When you get "ads" enclosed with your phone or utility bill, return these "ads" with your payment. Let the sending companies throw their own junk mail away. <br> <br>-When you get those "pre-approved" letters in the mail for everything from credit cards to 2nd mortgages and similar type junk, do not throw away the return envelope. <br> <br>Most of these come with postage-paid return envelopes, right? It costs them more than the regular 37 cents postage "IF" and when they receive them back. <br> <br>It costs them nothing if you throw them away! The postage was around 50 cents before the last increase and it is according to the weight. In that case, why not get rid of some of your other junk mail and put it in these cool little, postage-paid return envelopes? <br> <br>Send an ad for your local chimney cleaner to American Express. Send a pizza coupon to Citibank. If you didn't get anything else that day, then just send them their blank application back! <br> <br>If you want to remain anonymous, just make sure your name isn't on anything you send them. <br> <br>You can even send the envelope back empty if you want to just to keep them guessing! It still costs them 37 cents. <br> <br>The banks and credit card companies are currently getting a lot of their own junk back in the mail, but folks, we need to OVERWHELM them. Let's let them know what it's like to get lots of junk mail, and best of all they're paying for it... Twice! <br> <br>Let's help keep our postal service busy since they are saying that E-mail is cutting into their business profits, and that's why they need to increase postage costs again. You get the idea! <br> <br>If enough people follow these tips, it will work ---- I have been doing this for years, and I get very little junk mail anymore. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-01T09:02:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Try This Quiz!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I Got 20 Right... How Many Can You Get? <br> <br>The average person only gets 7 right. <br> <br>This is based on U.S. info, so use all lobes of your brain. This can be more difficult than it looks - it just shows how little most of us really see! <br> <br>There are 25 questions about things we see every day or have known about all our lives. How many can you get right? These little simple questions are harder than you think-- it just shows you how little we pay attention to the commonplace things of life. <br> <br>Put your thinking caps on. No cheating! No looking around! No getting out of your chair! No using anything on or in your desk or computer! <br> <br>Can you beat 20?? It is nearly impossible for any normal person to get higher than a 20 (The average is 7). Write down your answers and check answers (on the bottom) AFTER completing all the questions. <br> <br>REMEMBER - NO CHEATING!!! BE HONEST!!! That means no looking at your phone or anything on your desk... <br> <br>LET'S JUST SEE HOW OBSERVANT YOU REALLY ARE. - If not, just have fun! Here we go! <br> <br>1. On a standard traffic light, is the green on the top or bottom? <br> <br>2. How many states are there in the USA? (Don't laugh, some people don't know) <br> <br>3. In which hand is the Statue of Liberty's torch? <br> <br>4. What six colors are on the classic Campbell's soup label? <br> <br>5. What two numbers on the telephone dial don't have letters by them? <br> <br>6. When you walk does your left arm swing with your right or left leg? (Don't you <em>dare</em> get up to see!) <br> <br>7. How many matches are in a standard pack? <br> <br>8. On the United States flag is the top stripe red or white? <br> <br>9. What is the lowest number on the FM dial? <br> <br>10. Which way does water go down the drain, counter or clockwise? <br> <br>11. Which way does a "no smoking" sign's slash run? <br> <br>12. How many channels on a VHF TV dial? <br> <br>13. On which side of a women's blouse are the buttons? <br> <br>14. Which way do fans rotate? <br> <br>15. How many sides does a stop sign have? <br> <br>16. Do books have even-numbered pages on the right or left side? <br> <br>17. How many lug nuts are on a standard car wheel? <br> <br>18. How many sides are there on a standard pencil? <br> <br>19. Sleepy, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey, Doc. Who's missing? <br> <br>20. How many hot dog buns are in a standard package? <br> <br>21. On which playing card is the card maker's trademark? <br> <br>22. On which side of a Venetian blind is the cord that adjusts the opening between the slats? <br> <br>23. There are 12 buttons on a touch tone phone. What 2 symbols bear no digits? <br> <br>24. How many curves are there in the standard paper clip? <br> <br>25. Does a merry-go-round turn counter or clockwise? <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>ANSWERS: <br> <br>1. Bottom <br> <br>2. 50 <br> <br>3. Right <br> <br>4. Blue, red, white, yellow, black, & gold <br> <br>5. 1, 0 <br> <br>6. Right <br> <br>7. 20 <br> <br>8. Red <br> <br>9. 87.7 <br> <br>10. Clockwise (north of the equator) <br> <br>11. Towards bottom right <br> <br>12. 12 (no number 1) <br> <br>13. Left <br> <br>14. Clockwise as you look at it <br> <br>15. 8 <br> <br>16. Left <br> <br>17. 5 <br> <br>18. 6 <br> <br>19. Bashful <br> <br>20. 8 <br> <br>21. Ace of spades <br> <br>22. Left <br> <br>23. *, pound <br> <br>24. 3 <br> <br>25. Counter <br> <br> <br>So how'd you do?  And don't lie.... <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-02T10:02:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Charles Schultz Philosophy]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy1.gif"> <br /> <br />The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip: <br /> <br />1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world. <br /> <br /> <br />2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. <br /> <br /> <br />3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America. <br /> <br /> <br />4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize. <br /> <br /> <br />5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress. <br /> <br /> <br />6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners. <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy3.gif"> <br /> <br /> <br />So how did you do? <br /> <br /> <br />The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners. <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy5.gif"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy4.gif"> <br /> <br /> <br />Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one: <br /> <br />1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. <br /> <br /> <br />2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time. <br /> <br /> <br />3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. <br /> <br /> <br />4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special. <br /> <br /> <br />5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with. <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy6.gif"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy7.gif"> <br /> <br /> <br />Was that easier? <br /> <br /> <br />The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care. <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." - Charles Schultz <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy9.gif"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/snoopy10.gif"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-03T09:02:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[F&*%ed Up Cartoons]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>  <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon1.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon2.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon3.gif">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon4.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon5.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon6.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon7.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon8.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon9.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon10.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon11.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon12.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon13.jpg">  <br>  <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fupcartoon14.jpg">  </center>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-06T08:02:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What A Great Product!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Dear Tide: <br> <br>I'm writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it ever since the beginning of my married life, when my Mother told me it was the best. <br> <br>Now that I am older and going through menopause, I find  it is even better. In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. <br> <br>My unfeeling and uncaring husband started to berate me about how clumsy I was, and generally started to become a pain in the neck. <br> <br>One thing led to another and I ended up with a lot of his blood on my white blouse. I tried to get the stain out using a bargain detergent, but it just wouldn't come out. <br> <br>After a quick trip to the supermarket, I got a bottle of liquid Tide with bleach  alternative, and to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out! <br> <br>In fact, the stains came out so well, that some detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests were negative and my lawyer said that I would no longer be considered a suspect! <br> <br>I thank you, once again, for having such a great product. Well, gotta go.  I have to write a letter to the Glad bag people. <br> <br>Signed, <br> <br>A Relieved Menopausal Wife <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-06T08:02:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Jokes To Offend EVERYONE!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Q: What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball? <br />A: Juan on Juan <br /> <br />Q: What is a Yankee? <br />A: The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone. <br /> <br />Q: What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover? <br />A: The position of the dirt bag. <br /> <br />Q: Why is divorce so expensive? <br />A: Because it's worth it. <br /> <br />Q: What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over? <br />A: Doughnuts <br /> <br />Q: Why is air a lot like sex? <br />A: Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any. <br /> <br />Q: What do you call a smart blonde? <br />A: A golden retriever. <br /> <br />Q: What do attorneys use for birth control? <br />A: Their personalities. <br /> <br />Q: What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife? <br />A: 10 years and 45 lbs. <br /> <br />Q: What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband? <br />A: 45 minutes. <br /> <br />Q: What's the fastest way to a man's heart? <br />A: Through his chest with a sharp knife. <br /> <br />Q: Why do men want to marry virgins? <br />A: They can't stand criticism. <br /> <br />Q: Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking? <br />A: Because those men already have boyfriends. <br /> <br />Q: What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog? <br />A: After a year, the dog is still excited to see you. <br /> <br />Q: What makes men chase women they have no intentions of marrying? <br />A: The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intentions of driving. <br /> <br />Q: Why don't bunnies make noise when they have sex? <br />A: Because they have cotton balls. <br /> <br />Q: What's the difference between a porcupine and BMW? <br />A: A porcupine has the pricks on the outside. <br /> <br />Q: What did the blonde say when she found out she was pregnant? <br />A: "Are you sure it's mine?" <br /> <br />Q: Why does Mike Tyson cry during sex? <br />A: Mace will do that to you. <br /> <br />Q: Why did OJ Simpson want to move to West Virginia? <br />A: Everyone has the same DNA. <br /> <br />Q: Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact? <br />A: Breasts don't have eyes. <br /> <br />Q: Why do drivers' education classes in Redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays? <br />A: Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it. <br /> <br />Q: Where does an Irish family go on vacation? <br />A: A different bar. <br /> <br />Q: Did you hear about the Chinese couple that had a retarded baby? <br />A: They named him "Sum Ting Wong". <br /> <br />Q: What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other? <br />A: A speech impediment. <br /> <br />Q: What does it mean when the flag at the Post Office is flying at half-mast? <br />A: They're hiring. <br /> <br />Q: What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo? <br />A: A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with "a recipe." <br /> <br />Q: How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F word? <br />A: Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell "BINGO!" <br /> <br />Q: What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale? <br />A: A northern fairytale begins "Once upon a time," and a southern fairytale begins "Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit..." <br /> <br />Q: Why is there no Disneyland in China? <br />A: No one's tall enough to go on the good rides. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-06T09:02:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Simple Mathematics]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> SIMPLE ADDITION: <br /> <br />Smart man + smart woman = romance <br />Smart man + dumb woman = affair <br />Dumb man + smart woman = marriage <br />Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy <br /> <br /> <br />OFFICE ARITHMETIC: <br /> <br />Smart boss + smart employee = profit <br />Smart boss + dumb employee = production <br />Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion <br />Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime <br /> <br /> <br />SHOPPING MATH: <br /> <br />A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs. <br />A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need. <br /> <br /> <br />GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp; STATISTICS: <br /> <br />A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. <br />A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. <br />A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. <br />A successful woman is one who can find such a man. <br /> <br /> <br />HAPPINESS: <br /> <br />To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little. <br />To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all. <br /> <br /> <br />LONGEVITY: <br /> <br />Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die. <br /> <br /> <br />PROPENSITY TO CHANGE: <br /> <br />A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. <br />A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does. <br /> <br /> <br />DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE: <br /> <br />A woman has the last word in any argument. <br />Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. <br /> <br /> <br />HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED: <br /> <br />Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-06T10:02:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Fat Chicks Aren't So Bad]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/beingfat.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-06T10:02:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Women's Parking Lot]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/womens_parking_lot.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> With the high rate of attacks on women in secluded parking lots, especially during evening hours, the Minneapolis City Council has established a "Women Only" parking lot at the Mall of America. Even the parking lot attendants are exclusively female so that a comfortable and safe environment is created for patrons. <br /> <br />Below is the first picture available of this worlds-first women-only parking lot in Minnesota. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womensparkinglot.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-06T10:02:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Men Don't Write Advice Columns]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_men_dont_write_advice_columns.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/Ifmenwrotecolumns.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-13T09:02:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Teddy Bears]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/teddy_bears.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect, and end up leaving together. <br> <br>They get back to his place, and as he shows her around his apartment she notices that his bedroom is completely packed with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears. <br> <br>There are three shelves in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears, carefully placed in rows entering the entire wall! <br> <br>It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display. <br> <br>There were small bears all along bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf. She found it strange for a guy to have such a large a collection of teddy bears, especially one that's so extensive, but doesn't mention this to him, and actually is quite impressed by his sensitive side all the while thinking to herself "Oh my God! Maybe this guy could be the one! Maybe he could father my children?" <br> <br>She turns to him. They kiss and then they rip each other's clothes off and make hot steamy love. After an intensive explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow.  <br> <br>The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly, "Well, how was it?" <br> <br>The guy replies, "Eh, help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-13T09:02:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Muscle Contractions]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/muscle_contractions.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> A Professor was giving a lecture on "Involuntary Muscular Contractions" to his first year medical students. <br /> <br />Realizing that this was not the most riveting subject, the Professor decided to lighten the mood slightly. <br /> <br />He pointed to a young woman in the front row and said, "Do you know what your ass hole is doing while you're having an orgasm?" <br /> <br />She replied, "He's probably golfing with his friends..." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-13T09:02:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Green Spots]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman goes to her doctor's office, afraid of the strange development on the inside of her thighs... a green spot on the inside of each. They won't wash off, they won't scrape off, and they seem to be getting worse. <br> <br>The doctor assures her he'll get to the bottom of the problem, and tell her not to worry until the tests come back. <br> <br>A few days later, the woman's phone rings. Much to her relief, it's the doctor. She immediately begs to know what's causing the spots? <br> <br>The doctor says, "You're perfectly healthy - there's no problem. But I'm wondering, is your boyfriend a Harley guy?" <br> <br>The woman stammers, "Why, yes, but how did you know?" <br> <br>"Tell him his earrings aren't real gold." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-13T10:02:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Train Ride]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Sitting together on a train, traveling through the Swiss Alps, are a French guy, a U.S. Marine, an old Greek lady and a young blonde Swiss girl. <br> <br>The train goes into a dark tunnel and a few seconds later there is the sound of a loud slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the Frenchman has a bright red hand print on his cheek. <br> <br>No one speaks. <br> <br>The old lady thinks: The Frenchman must have groped the blonde in the dark, and she slapped his cheek. <br> <br>The blonde thinks: That Frenchman must have tried to grope me in the dark. But he missed me and fondled the old lady instead... and she slapped his cheek. <br> <br>The Frenchman thinks: The Marine must have groped the blonde in the dark. She tried to slap him but missed and got me instead. <br> <br>The Marine thinks: I can't wait for another tunnel, so I can smack that Frenchman again.  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-13T10:02:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ghetto Valentine]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ghettovalentine.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-13T10:02:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Valentine]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day. "Since Valentine's Day is named after a Christian saint and we're Jewish," she asks, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?" <br> <br>Melissa's father thinks a bit, then says "No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?" <br> <br>"Osama Bin Laden," she says. <br> <br>"Why Osama Bin Laden?!" her father asks in shock. <br> <br>"Well," she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore." <br> <br>Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with newfound pride. "Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard." <br> <br>"I know," Melissa says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines can blow the shit out of him!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-15T10:02:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Valentine's Day Rhymes]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/valentines_day_rhymes.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> The following are entries to a Washington Post Competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but the least romantic second line: <br /> <br />(1) Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss, <br />But I only slept with you, because I was pissed. <br /> <br />(2) I thought that I could love no other... <br />Until, that is, I met your brother. <br /> <br />(3) Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. <br />But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head! <br /> <br />(4) Of loving beauty you float with grace... <br />If only you could hide your face. <br /> <br />(5) Kind, intelligent, loving and hot - <br />This describes everything you are <i>not.</i> <br /> <br />(6) I want to feel your sweet embrace... <br />But don't take that paper bag off of your face. <br /> <br />(7) I love your smile, your face, and your eyes - <br />Damn, I'm good at telling lies! <br /> <br />(8) My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: <br />Marrying you screwed up my life. <br /> <br />(9) I see your face when I am dreaming... <br />That's why I always wake up screaming. <br /> <br />(10) My love, you take my breath away. <br />What have you stepped in to smell this way? <br /> <br />(11) My feelings for you no words can tell... <br />Except for maybe "Go To Hell." <br /> <br />(12) What inspired this amorous rhyme? <br />Two parts vodka, one part lime. <br /> <br />I hope everyone had a Great V-Day! (And <i>be <u>happy</u></i> that you're not the recipient of these poems!) <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-17T09:02:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[One Heck Of A Salesman]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> A young guy from Wisconsin moves to California and goes to a big "Everything Under One Roof" department store looking for a job. <br /> <br />The manager says, "Do you have any sales experience?" <br /> <br />The kid says, "Yeah, I was a salesman back home in Wisconsin." <br /> <br />Well, the boss liked the kid so he gave him the job. "You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did." <br /> <br />His first day on the job was rough but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down. <br /> <br />"How many sales did you make today?" <br /> <br />The kid says, "One." <br /> <br />The boss says, "Just one? Our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day. How much was the sale for?" <br /> <br />The kid says, "$101,237.64." <br /> <br />The boss says, "$101,237.64? What the hell did you sell?" <br /> <br />The kid says, "First I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fish hook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down at the coast, so I told him he was gonna need a boat, so we went down to the boat department and I sold him that twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4X4 Blazer." <br /> <br />The boss said, "A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a boat and truck?" <br /> <br />Kid says, "No, he came in here to buy a box of tampons for his wife and I said, 'Well, your weekend's shot, you might as well go fishing.'" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-17T09:02:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why We Must Not Flirt]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A couple were invited to a swanky family masked, fancy dress Halloween party. The wife got a terrible headache! She told her husband to go to the party alone.  <br> <br>He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his good time to be spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and away he went. <br> <br>The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, woke without pain and as it was still early, decided to go to the party. As her husband didn't know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.  <br> <br>So she joined the party and soon spotted her husband in his costume, cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice "chick" he could and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there. <br> <br>His wife went up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his new partner high and dry and devoted his time to her. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband.  <br> <br>After more drinks he finally whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed. So off they went to one of the cars and had passionate intercourse in the backseat. Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home; put the costume away and sat up reading when he came in. <br> <br>She asked what kind of time he had. <br> <br>"Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."  <br> <br>Then she asked, "Did you dance much?" <br> <br>He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced once. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the spare room and played poker all evening." <br> <br>"You must have looked really silly wearing that costume playing poker all night!" she said with unashamed sarcasm. <br> <br>To which the husband replied, "Actually, I gave my costume to your Dad, apparently he had the time of his life!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-17T09:02:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Wash Cloth (This Is Hilarious)]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the afternoon and that morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been  rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. <br> <br>I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 AM. <br> <br>The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have time to spare.  As most women do I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. <br> <br>So I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash "in that area" to make sure I was at least presentable.  I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car, and raced to my appointment.  I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. <br> <br>Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room, and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.  I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"  I didn't respond. <br> <br>After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.  The rest of the day was normal... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc.  After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"  I told her to get another one from the cupboard. <br> <br>She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-18T05:02:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Blonde Joke]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A blind man enters a ladies' bar by mistake.  He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a drink.  After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, "Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?" <br> <br>The bar immediately falls absolutely quiet. In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to the blind man says, "Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it is only fair - given that you are blind- that you should know five things: <br>1. The bartender is a blond girl. <br>2. The bouncer is a blond girl. <br>3. I'm a blond woman with a black belt in karate. <br>4. The woman sitting next to me is a blonde and a weight lifter. <br>5. The lady to your right is a blonde and professional wrestler. <br>Now think about it seriously, Mister.  Do you still wanna tell that joke?" <br> <br>The blind man thinks for a second, shakes his head and declares, "Nah, not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-18T05:02:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Book Report]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Students were assigned to read 2 books, "Titanic" & "My Life" by Bill Clinton. One smart ass student turned in the following book report, with the proposition that they were nearly identical stories! His cool professor gave him an A+ for this report: <br> <br>Titanic: $29.99 <br>Clinton: $29.99 <br> <br>Titanic: Over 3 hours to read <br>Clinton: Over 3 hours to read <br> <br>Titanic: The story of Jack and Rose, their forbidden love, and subsequent catastrophe. <br>Clinton: The story of Bill and Monica, their forbidden love, and subsequent catastrophe. <br> <br>Titanic: Jack is a starving artist. <br>Clinton: Bill is a bullshit artist. <br> <br>Titanic: In one scene, Jack enjoys a good cigar. <br>Clinton: Ditto for Bill. <br> <br>Titanic: During ordeal, Rose's dress gets ruined. <br>Clinton: Ditto for Monica. <br> <br>Titanic: Jack teaches Rose to spit. <br>Clinton: Let's not go there. <br> <br>Titanic: Rose gets to keep her jewelry. <br>Clinton: Monica is forced to return her gifts. <br> <br>Titanic: Rose remembers Jack for the rest of her life. <br>Clinton: Clinton doesn't remember Jack. <br> <br>Titanic: Rose goes down on a vessel full of seamen. <br>Clinton: Monica... oh, let's not go there, either. <br> <br>Titanic: Jack surrenders to an icy death. <br>Clinton: Bill goes home to Hilary... basically the same thing.  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-18T05:02:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I Hate My Job]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> When you have an "I Hate My Job" day, try this. On your way home from work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson &amp; Johnson. <i>Be very sure you get <u>this</u> brand. </i> <br /> <br />When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed. Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favorite chair. Open the package and remove the thermometer. <br /> <br />Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken. Now the fun part begins. Take out the literature and read it carefully. You will notice that in small print there is a statement, "Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson &amp; Johnson is personally tested." <br /> <br />Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times, "I am <i><u>so</u></i> glad I do not work in thermometer quality control at Johnson &amp; Johnson." <br /> <br /><i>REMEMBER: THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE WITH A JOB THAT IS MORE OF A PAIN IN THE ASS THAN YOURS.</i> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-18T05:02:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Harrassment?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Every day at the office, a male coworker walks up very close to a lady standing at the coffee machine, inhales a big breath of air and tells her that her hair smells nice.  <br>  <br>After a week of this, she can't stand it anymore. She takes her complaint to a supervisor in the personnel department and states that she wants to file a sexual harassment grievance against him.  <br>  <br>The Human Resources supervisor is puzzled by this decision and asks, "So what's sexually threatening about a co-worker telling you your hair smells nice?"  <br> <br>The woman replies, "It's Keith, the midget."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-21T12:02:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Frusterated Drummer]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A drummer, sick of all the drummer jokes, decides to change his instrument. After some thought, he decides on the accordion. So he goes to the music store and says to the owner, "I'd like to look at the accordions, please." <br> <br>The owner gestures to a shelf in the corner and says "All our accordions are over there." <br> <br>After browsing, the drummer says, "I think I'd like the big red one in the corner." <br> <br>The store owner looks at him and says, "You're a drummer, aren't you?" <br> <br>The drummer, crestfallen, says, "How did you know?" <br> <br>The store owner says, "That 'big red accordion' is the radiator."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-21T12:02:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Hillbilly Goes To The City]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>After living in the remote wilderness all of his life, an old hillbilly decided it was time to visit the big city. <br> <br>In one of the stores, he picked up a mirror and looked into it. Not knowing what it was, he remarked, "How about that! Here's a picture of my daddy." <br> <br>He bought the 'picture', but on the way home, he remembered his wife, Lizzy, didn't like his father. <br> <br>He hung it in the barn, and every morning before leaving for the fields, he would go there and look at it. Lizzy began to get suspicious of these many trips to the barn. <br> <br>One day, after her husband left, she searched the barn and found the mirror. <br> <br>As she looked into the glass, she fumed, "So that's the ugly tramp he's runnin' around with!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-21T12:02:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Traffic Ticket]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A New York man was forced to take a day off from work to appear for a minor traffic summons. He grew increasingly restless as he waited hour after endless hour for his case to be heard. <br> <br>When his name was called late in the afternoon, he stood before the judge, only to hear that court would be adjourned for the next day and he would have to return the next day. <br> <br>"What for?" he snapped at the judge. <br> <br>His honor, equally irked by a tedious day and sharp query roared, "Twenty dollars contempt of court. That's why!" <br> <br>Then, noticing the man checking his wallet, the judge relented. "That's all right. You don't have to pay now." <br> <br>The young man replied, "I'm just seeing if I have enough for two more words."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-21T12:02:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Tap Dancing Duck]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A circus owner walked into a shop to see everyone crowded around a table watching a little show. <br> <br>On the table was an upside down pot with a duck tap dancing on it. The circus owner was so impressed that he offered to buy the duck from its owner. <br> <br>After some wheeling and dealing, the circus owner agreed to pay ten thousand dollars for the duck and the pot. <br> <br>Three days later the circus owner runs back to the shop in anger, "Your duck is a rip-off! I put him on the pot before a whole audience and he didn't dance a single step!" <br> <br>"Hmmm," thought the duck's former owner. "Did you remember to light the candle under the pot?" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-21T01:02:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Male Strippers]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Last night, my girlfriends and I went to a Ladies Night Club. One of the girls wanted to impress the rest of us, so she pulled out a $10 bill. <br> <br>When the male dancer came over to us, my friend licked the $10 bill and stuck it to his butt cheek! <br> <br>Not to be outdone, another friend pulls out a $20 bill. She called the guy back, licks the $20 bill, and sticks it to his other butt cheek. <br> <br>In another attempt to impress the rest of us, my third friend pulls out a $50 bill calls the guy over, and licks the $50 bill. <br> <br>I was worried about the way things were going, but fortunately, she just stuck it to one of his butt cheeks again.  <br> <br>My relief was short-lived. Seeing the way things are going, the guy races over to me! Now everyone's attention is focused on me, and the guy is egging me on to try to top the $50. <br> <br>My brain was churning as I reached for my wallet. What could I do? <br> <br>The woman in me took over! I got out my ATM card, swiped it down the crack of his butt, grabbed the eighty bucks,and left!! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-21T01:02:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Letter From A Farm Kid]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A Letter from a farm kid now at the San Diego Marine Corps Recruit Training Center: <br> <br>Dear Ma and Pa, <br> <br>I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. but I am getting so I like to sleep late.  <br> <br>Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.  <br> <br>Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc, but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon when you get fed again. <br> <br>It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. <br> <br>The country is nice but awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot.  <br> <br>The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none. This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. <br> <br>All you  got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy.  <br> <br>It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and near 300 pounds dry. Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in. <br> <br>Your loving daughter, <br> <br>Carol <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-02-25T01:02:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What Celebrity Do You Look Like?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/what_celebrity_do_you_look_like.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Try this site out, it's entertaining, and keep trying to upload a picture until it recognizes a similarity with the celebrity database, and then post who you look like and what percent below! Only takes a couple minutes. <br /> <br />Go here: <a href="http://www.myheritage.com">My Heritage</a> <br /> <br /> My results are: <br />61% Charlize Theron, <br />61% Kristen Dunst, <br />60% Jennifer Aniston, <br />60% Ashlee Simpson, <br />53% Tara Reid, <br />52% Britney Spears, <br />51% Martina McBride, <br />49% Claudia Schiffer <br /> <br />Guess I'm a sexy bitch, huh? lol :) <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-02T09:03:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[When The Phrase "Oh Shit!" Is Considered Appropriate...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ohshi1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ohshi2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ohshi3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ohshi4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ohshi5.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-02T09:03:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Just Wrong, Wrong, WRONG!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrongwrong9.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-02T10:03:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How To Kill Some Time]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/how_to_kill_some_time.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>What happens when you... <br /> <br />1) Have nothing to do <br /> <br />2) Own a sharp knife <br /> <br />3) Have a large lime <br /> <br />4) Own a patient cat <br /> <br />5) Drink too much tequila <br /> <br />6) And it's football season? <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tequilacat.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-06T08:03:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[From A Man's Perspective]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/from_a_mans_perspective.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>We always hear "The Rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side: <br> <br>1. Men are NOT mind readers. <br> <br>1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down. <br> <br>1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. <br> <br>1. Shopping is NOT a sport <em>nor</em> an olympic event. And no, we are never going to think of it that way. <br> <br>1. Crying is blackmail. <br> <br>1. Ask for what you want! Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! <br> <br>1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question. <br> <br>1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for because we are no good at it. <br> <br>1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. <br> <br>1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days. <br> <br>1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys. <br> <br>1. If you think you're fat, you probably are, and nothing we say will change your mind. Don't ask us!! <br> <br>1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. <br> <br>1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. <br> <br>1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials or when something is paused. <br> <br>1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we. <br> <br>1. All men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is. <br> <br>1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. <br> <br>1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. <br> <br>1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... really. <br> <br>1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as sports, video games, guns, computers or the movie Goodfellas/the Godfather. <br> <br>1. You have enough clothes. <br> <br>1. You have WAY too many shoes. <br> <br>Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-09T02:03:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Nagging A Man Doesn't Work]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_nagging_a_man_doesnt_work.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>What a woman says: <br> <br>"This place is a mess! You and I need to clean up, your stuff is laying on the floor and you'll have no clothes to wear if we don't do the laundry right now!!!!" <br> <br> <br>What a man hears: <br> <br>"Blah blah blah C'MON blah blah blah YOU AND I blah blah ON THE FLOOR blah blah blah NO CLOTHES blah blah blah RIGHT NOW!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-11T04:03:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How A 7-Year-Old Explains Sex]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Little Johnny was 7 years old and like other boys his age rather curious. He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered what it was and how it was done.  <br> <br>One day he took his question to his mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of explaining things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the curtains one night and watch his older sister and her boyfriend. This he did.  <br> <br>The following morning, Johnny described EVERYTHING to his mother. "Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off most of the lights. Then he started kissing and hugging her. I figured 'Sis must be getting sick, because her face started looking funny. He must have thought so too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just the way the doctor would. Except he's not as smart as the doctor because he seemed to have trouble finding her heart.  <br> <br>I guess he was getting sick too, because pretty soon both of them started panting and getting all out of breath. His other hand must have been cold because he put it under her skirt. About this time 'Sis got worse and began to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide down toward the end of the couch. This was when her fever started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis told him she felt really hot.  <br> <br>Finally, I found out what was making them so sick-a big eel had gotten inside his pants somehow! It just jumped out of his pants and stood there, about 10 inches long, honest, anyway he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from getting away. When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her eyes got big, and her mouth fell open, and she started calling out to God and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one she's ever seen... I should tell her about the ones down at the lake by our house!  <br> <br>Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the eel by biting its head off. All of a sudden she grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he took a muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it over the eel's head to keep it from biting again. Sis lay back and spread her legs so she could get a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying on top of the eel.  <br> <br>The eel put up a hell of a fight. Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it between them. After a while they both quit moving and gave a great sigh.  <br> <br>Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough, they killed the eel. I knew because it just hung there, limp, and some of its insides were hanging out. Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired from the battle, but they went back to courting anyway. He started hugging and kissing her again.  <br> <br>By golly, the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up and started to fight again. I guess eels are like cats - they have nine lives or something. This time, Sis jumped up and tried to kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35 minute struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew it was dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel its skin off and flush it down the toilet." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-16T04:03:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Irish Coffee]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>An Irish woman of advanced age visited her physician to ask his help in reviving her husband's libido. <br> <br>"What about trying Viagra?" asks the doctor. <br> <br>"Not a chance," she said. "He won't even take an aspirin." <br> <br>"Not a problem," replied the doctor. "Give him an Irish Viagra. Drop it into his coffee. He won't even taste it. Give it a try and call me in a week to let me know how things went." <br> <br>It wasn't a week later that she called the doctor, who directly inquired as to progress. <br> <br>The poor dear exclaimed, "Oh, faith, bejaysus and begorrah! T'was horrid. Just terrible, doctor!" <br> <br>"Really? What happened?" asked the doctor. <br> <br>"Well, I did as you advised and slipped it in his coffee and the effect was almost immediate. He jumped his self straight up, with a twinkle in his eye, and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent the cups and tablecloth flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there, making wild, mad, passionate love to me on the tabletop! It was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!" <br> <br>"Why so terrible?" asked the doctor, "Do you mean the sex your husband provided wasn't good?" <br> <br>"Oh, no, no, no, doctor, the sex was fine indeed! 'Twas the BEST sex I've had in 25 years!! But sure as I'm sittin' here, I'll NEVER be able to show me face in Starbucks again!!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-16T04:03:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Irish Joke]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two men were sitting next to each other at a bar. <br> <br>After a while, one guy looks at the other and says, "I can't help but think, from listening to you, that you're from Ireland." <br> <br>The other guy responds proudly, "Yes, that I am!" <br> <br>The first guy says, "So am I! <br> <br>And where about from Ireland might you be?" <br> <br>The other guy answers, "I'm from Dublin , I am." <br> <br>The first guy responds, "Sure and begora, and so am I! And what street did you live on in Dublin?" <br> <br>The other guy says,"A lovely little area it was, I lived on McCleary Street in the old central part of town." <br> <br>The first guy says, "Faith & it's a small world, so did I! So did I!! And to what school would you have been going?" <br> <br>The other guy answers, "Well now, I went to St. Mary's of course." <br> <br>The first guy gets really excited and says, "And so did I. Tell me, what year did you graduate?" <br> <br>The other guy answers, "Well, now, let's see, I graduated in 1964." <br> <br>The first guy exclaims, "The Good Lord must be smiling down upon us!  I can hardly believe our good luck at winding up in the same bar tonight. Can you believe it, I graduated from St. Mary's in 1964 my own self." <br> <br>About this time, Vicky walks into the bar, sits down, and orders a beer. <br> <br>Brian, the bartender, walks over to Vicky, shaking his head & mutters, "It's going to be a long night tonight!!!!" <br> <br>Vicky asks, "Why do you say that, Brian?" <br> <br>He replies, "The Murphy twins are drunk again." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-16T04:03:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[More Irish Jokes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>"Irish Prayer" <br>  <br>Murphy was staggering home with a pint of booze in his back pocket when he slipped and fell heavily.  Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg.  "Please Lord," he implored, "let it be  blood!!" <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"Irish Shopping" <br> <br>McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar.  When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.  <br> <br>"S'cuse me", said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done, "what was that all about?"  <br> <br>"Nothin', said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives!" <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"You've Been Out Drinking Again" <br> <br>An Irishman had been drinking at a pub all night.  The bartender finally said that the bar is closing. So the Irishman stood up to leave fell flat on his face.  He tried to stand one more time; same result. He figured he'll crawl outside and get some fresh air and maybe that will sober him up.  <br> <br>Once outside, he stood up and fell on his face again. So he decided to crawl the four blocks home. <br> <br>When he arrived at the door he stood up and fell flat on his face. He crawled through the door and into his bedroom. When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up.  This time he managed to pull himself upright, but he quickly fell right into the bed and is sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. <br> <br>He was awakened the next morning to his wife standing over him, shouting, "SO YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING AGAIN!" <br> <br>Putting on an innocent look, and intent on bluffing it out, he said, "What makes you say that?" <br> <br>"The pub just called, you left your wheelchair there again." <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"I've Lost Me Luggage" <br> <br>An Irishman arrived at JFK Airport and wandered around the terminal with tears streaming down his cheeks.  An airline employee asked him if he was already homesick. <br>  <br>"No," replied the Irishman "I've lost all me luggage!" <br> <br>"How'd that happen?" <br> <br>"The cork fell out!" said the Irishman. <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"Water to Wine" <br> <br>An Irish priest is driving down to New York and gets stopped for speeding in Connecticut. The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car. He says, "Sir, have you been drinking?" <br> <br>"Just water," says the priest.  <br> <br>The trooper says, "Then why do I smell wine?"  <br> <br>The priest looks at the bottle and says, "Good Lord! He's done it again!" <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"The Brothel" <br> <br>Two Irishmen were sitting at a pub having beer and watching the brothel across the street. <br> <br>They saw a Baptist minister walk into the brothel, and one of them said, "Aye, 'tis a shame to see a man of the cloth goin' bad." <br> <br>Then they saw a rabbi enter the brothel, and the other Irishman said, "Aye, 'tis a shame to see that the Jews are fallin' victim to temptation as well." <br> <br>Then they see a catholic priest enter the brothel, and one of the Irishmen said, "What a terrible pity... one of the girls must be dying." <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"An Irish Fight" <br> <br>Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp.  <br> <br>"What happened to you?" asks Sean, the bartender.  <br> <br>"Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight," says Paddy. <br> <br>"That little sod, O'Conner," says Sean, "He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand."  <br> <br>"That he did," says Paddy, "a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it."  <br> <br>"Well," says Sean, "you should have defended yourself.  Didn't you have something in your hand?"  <br> <br>"That I did," said Paddy. "Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it  was, but useless in a fight." <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"Irish Cemetery" <br> <br>Three Irishmen, Paddy, Sean and Seamus, were stumbling home from the pub late one night and found themselves on the road which led past the old graveyard. "Come have a look over here," says Paddy, "It's Michael O'Grady's grave, God  bless his soul. He lived to the ripe old age of 87." <br> <br>"That's nothing," says Sean, "here's one named Patrick O'Tool, it says here that  he was 95 when he died!"  <br> <br>Just then, Seamus yells out, "Good God, here's a fella that got to be 145!"  <br> <br>"What was his name?" asks Paddy. <br> <br>Seamus stumbles around a bit, awkwardly lights a match to see what else is written on the stone marker, and exclaims, "Miles, from Dublin." <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"Irish Miracle"  <br> <br>An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over. "So," says the cop to the driver, "where have ya been?"  <br> <br>"Why, I've been to the pub of course," slurs the drunk. <br> <br>"Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few to drink this evening."  <br> <br>"I did all right," the drunk says with a smile.  <br> <br>"Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, "that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?"  <br> <br>"Oh, thank heavens!" sighs the drunk. "For a minute there, I thought I'd gone deaf." <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"Irish Accident" <br> <br>Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. "Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya."  <br> <br>"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim.  But where's my husband?" <br> <br>"That's what I'm here to be tellin' ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."  <br> <br>"Oh, God no!" cries Brend,. "Please don't tell me..."  <br> <br>"I must, Brenda. Your husband Seamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry!"  <br> <br>Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?"  <br> <br>"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned."  <br> <br>"Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?"  <br> <br>"Well, no Brenda... no. Fact is, he got out three times to pee." <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"Irish Predicament" <br> <br>Drunk, Ole Mulvihill (From the Northern Irish Clan) staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional box, sits down but says nothing. <br> <br>The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the Ole just sits there. Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall. The drunk mumbles, "ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side either." <br> <br>******************************************************** <br> <br>"Irish Last Request" <br> <br>Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady's after his Sunday morning service, and she's in tears. He says, "So what's bothering you, Mary, my dear?" <br> <br>She says, "Oh, Father, I've got terrible news. My husband passed away last night."  <br> <br>The priest says, "Oh, Mary, that's terrible. Tell me, did he have any last requests?"  <br> <br>She says, "That he did, Father..."  <br> <br>The priest asks, "What did he ask, Mary?"  <br> <br>She replies, "He said, 'Please Mary, put down that damn gun!'" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-30T11:03:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Prison Break]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom.  <br> <br>While he's in there, the husband tells his wife: "Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."  <br> <br>His wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any Vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-30T11:03:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Love Dress]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman stopped by unannounced at her recently married son's house. She rang the doorbell and walked in. She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing and the aroma of perfume filled the room. <br> <br>"What are you doing?" she asked. <br> <br>"I'm waiting for my husband to come home from work," the daughter-in-law answered. <br> <br>"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed. <br> <br>"This is my LOVE dress," the daughter-in-law explained. <br> <br>"LOVE dress?" <br> <br>"My husband LOVES me to wear this dress," she explained. "It excites him to no end. Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours on end. He can't get enough of me." <br> <br>The mother-in-law left. When she got home, she undressed, showered, put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and lay on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. <br> <br>Finally, her husband came home. He walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively. <br> <br>"What are you doing?" he asked. <br> <br>"This is my LOVE dress," she whispered, sensually. <br> <br>"Needs ironing," he said. "What's for dinner?" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-31T12:03:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Coroner & The Attorney]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A defending attorney was cross examining a coroner.  <br> <br>The attorney asked, "Before you signed the death certificate had you taken the man's pulse?"  <br> <br>The coroner said, "No." <br> <br>The attorney then asked, "Did you listen for a heart beat?" Again, the coroner said, "No." <br> <br>Then the attorney asked, "Did you check for breathing?" One more time, the coroner replied, "No." <br> <br>"So when you signed the death certificate you had not taken any steps to make sure the man was dead, had you?" <br> <br>The coroner, now tired of the brow beating said, "Well, let me put it this way. The man's brain was sitting in a jar on my desk, but for all I know he could be out there practicing law somewhere." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-31T12:03:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[School Kids]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Three third graders, an Irish kid, an Italian kid and a redneck kid are in the playground at recess. <br> <br>One of them suggests that they play a new game. "Let's see who has the largest weenie," he says. "Okay." <br> <br>They all agree. <br> <br>The Italian kid pulls down his zipper and whips it out. "That's nothing," says the Irish kid.  He whips his out.  His is a couple of inches longer. <br> <br>Not to be outdone, the redneck kid whips his out. It is by far the biggest. <br> <br>That night, eating dinner at home, the redneck kid's mother asks him what he did at school today. <br> <br>"Oh, we worked on a science project, had a math test and read out loud from a new book and during recess, my friends and I played 'Let's see who has the largest weenie.'" <br> <br>"What kind of game is that, honey?" asks the mother. <br> <br>"Well, me, Anthony and Patrick each pulled out our weenies and I had the biggest!  The other kids say its because I'm a redneck. Is that true, Mom?" <br> <br>Mom replies, "No, Honey. It's because you're twenty-three." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-31T12:03:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sick Leave]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take a leave. I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY" then he would tell me to take a few days off. So I hung upside down from the ceiling and made funny noises. <br> <br>My coworker (a blonde) stood and observed my actions. A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked "What are you doing?" I told him I was a light bulb. <br> <br>He said "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days." I jumped down and walked out of the office. When my coworker followed me, the Boss said to her, "And where do you think you're going?" <br> <br>She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-03-31T12:03:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Big, Thick & Juicy]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A tomato, a pickle, and a penis were all sitting around one day talking about how much their lives sucked. <br> <br>The tomato said, "Man, my life sucks. Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, someone cuts me up and puts me in a salad." <br> <br>So the pickle looks at him and says, "You think you have it bad? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, someone puts me in vinegar, puts spices on me, and sticks me in a jar." <br> <br>The penis glared at them both and said, "You guys think you have it rough? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, they put a rubber tarp over my head, stick me in a dark room, and bang my head against a wall until I throw up and pass out." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T01:04:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Drive Through Banking]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A sign in the Bank Lobby reads: "Please note that this Bank is installing new Drive-through teller machines enabling customers to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles. Customers using this new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when accessing their accounts. <br> <br>After months of careful research, MALE & FEMALE procedures have been developed. Please follow the appropriate steps for your gender." <br> <br> <br>MALE PROCEDURE: <br> <br>1. Drive up to the cash machine. <br>2. Put down your car window. <br>3. Insert card into machine and enter PIN. <br>4. Enter amount of cash required and withdraw. <br>5. Retrieve card, cash and receipt. <br>6. Put window up. <br>7. Drive off. <br> <br>*********************************************************** <br> <br>FEMALE PROCEDURE: <br> <br>1. Drive up to cash machine. <br>2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine. <br>3. Set parking brake, put the window down. <br>4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card. <br>5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up. <br>6. Attempt to insert card into machine. <br>7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car. <br>8. Insert card. <br>9. Re-insert card the right way. <br>10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page. <br>11. Enter PIN. <br>12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN. <br>13. Enter amount of cash required. <br>14. Check makeup in rear view mirror. <br>15. Retrieve cash and receipt. <br>16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside. <br>17. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook. <br>18. Re-check makeup. <br>19. Drive forward 2 feet. <br>20. Reverse back to cash machine. <br>21. Retrieve card. <br>22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided. <br>23. Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you. <br>24. Restart stalled engine and pull off. <br>25. Redial person on cell phone. <br>26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles. <br>27. Release Parking Brake. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T01:04:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ignorance Of The Law]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The following is a verbatim exchange from Hinds County, Mississippi Chancery Court: <br> <br>This case involved a 73 years old Black man in the court to answer the complaint by a 19 year old Black female seeking child support. <br> <br>Attorney: Your honor my client has raised this child by herself with no help from the defendant in the 5 years this child has been on this earth. <br> <br>Judge: FIVE YEARS?  How old are you, young lady? <br> <br>Girl: 19, Sir. <br> <br>Judge: Well then, are you telling me you were 14 when you had this child? <br> <br>Girl: Yes, Sir. <br> <br>Judge: Willie (Defendant), Do you know that you have committed a felony crime punishable by up to 25 years in Prison? You have committed statutory rape. <br> <br>Defendant: I ain't raped that girl, Judge. She wanted to. Ax her, she wants to right now. <br> <br>Judge: Willie, it makes no difference, she was only 13 years old when you laid with this child. THAT IS STATUTORY RAPE. I am now gonna have to bind this over to the Grand Jury and inform the District Attorney. <br> <br>Defendant: No, your honor. When did you white folks come up with that law? <br> <br>Judge: It has been a law for quite some time. <br> <br>Defendant: Well Judge ya'll needs to tell us Nigga's bout these new laws. I been fucking under the old rules. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T01:04:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Naughty Riddles]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Q.What do you call a virgin on a waterbed?   <br>A: A cherry float. <br> <br>Q: What's the fluid capacity of Monica Lewinsky's mouth?   <br>A: 1 US leader <br> <br>Q: What did the sign on the door of the whorehouse say?   <br>A: Beat it - we're closed. <br> <br>Q: Why do walruses go to Tupperware parties?   <br>A: To find a tight seal. <br> <br>Q: What's the difference between sin and shame?   <br>A: It is a sin to put it in, but it's a shame to pull it out. <br> <br>Q: What's the speed limit of sex?   <br>A: 68; at 69 you have to turn around. <br> <br>Q: Why did Raggedy Ann get thrown out of the toy box?   <br>A: She kept sitting on Pinocchio's face, and moaning, "Lie to me!" <br> <br>Q: Why is air a lot like sex?   <br>A: Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any. <br> <br>Q: What's another name for pickled bread?   <br>A: Dill-dough. <br> <br>Q: Why are Monica Lewinsky's cheeks so puffy?   <br>A: She's withholding evidence. <br> <br>Q: What's the difference between light and hard?   <br>A: You can sleep with a light on. <br> <br>Q: Why is sex like a bridge game?   <br>A: You don't need a partner if you have a good hand. <br> <br>Q: What's the definition of macho?  <br> A: Jogging home from your own vasectomy. <br> <br>Q: What do a Christmas tree and a priest have in common?   <br>A: Their balls are just for decoration.  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why You Never Question A Drunk...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman was shopping at her local supermarket where she selected: <br>A half-gallon of 2% milk, <br>A carton of eggs, <br>A quart of orange juice, <br>A head of romaine lettuce, <br>A 2 lb. can of coffee and <br>A 1 lb. package of bacon. <br> <br>As she was unloading her items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind her watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up her purchases, the drunk calmly stated, "You must be single."  <br> <br>The woman was a bit startled by this proclamation, but she was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since she was indeed single. She looked at her six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her selections that could have tipped off the drunk to her marital status. Curiosity getting the better of her, she said "Well, you know what, you're absolutely correct. But how on earth did you know that?" <br> <br>The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Health Plans]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A wealthy hospital benefactor was visiting the local hospital, when during her tour of floors, she passed a room where a male patient was masturbating. "Oh my GOD!" said the lady. "That's disgraceful! Why is he doing that?" <br> <br>The doctor that was leading the tour explained, "I am sorry, but this man has a very serious condition where the testicles rapidly fill with semen. If he doesn't do that five times a day, they'll explode and he will die within minutes." <br> <br>"Oh, that's terrible!" replied the lady. <br> <br>In the very next room they could see that a female nurse was performing oral sex on a different male patient. <br> <br>"OH my GOD!" said the lady, "How can that be justified?"  <br> <br>The doctor replied, "Same illness, better health plan." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Hillbilly Vasectomy]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>After their 11th child, an Alabama couple decided that was enough as they could not afford a larger bed. <br> <br>So the husband went to his veterinarian and told him that he and his cousin didn't want to have any more children. <br> <br>The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem but that it was expensive. "A less costly alternative," said the doctor, "is to go home, get a cherry bomb, light it, put it in a beer can, then hold the can up to your ear and count to 10." <br> <br>The Alabamian said to the doctor, "I may not be the smartest tool in the shed but I don't see how putting a cherry bomb in a beer can next to my ear is going to help me." <br> <br>"Trust me," said the doctor. <br> <br>So the man went home, lit a cherry bomb and put it in a beer can. He held the can up to his ear and began to count... <br> <br>"1" <br> <br>"2" <br> <br>"3" <br> <br>"4" <br> <br>"5" <br> At which point he paused, placed the beer can between his legs and resumed counting on his other hand. <br> <br>(This procedure also works in Tennessee, Kentucky, Arkansas, Mississippi, Georgia, Missouri, West Virginia and parts of Washington DC.) <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Obsessions]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/obsessions.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children. "You all have obsessions," he observed. <br /> <br />To the first mother, Mary, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy." <br /> <br />He turned to the second Mom, Ann: "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny." <br /> <br />He turns to the third Mom, Joyce: "Your obsession is alcohol. This too manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy." <br /> <br />At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers. "Come on, Dick, we're leaving." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Truth]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> The 6th grade science teacher, Mrs. Parks, asked her class, "Which human body part increases to 10 times its size when stimulated?" <br /> <br />No one answered until little Mary stood up angrily and said, "You should not be asking 6th graders a question like that! I'm going to tell my parents, and they will go and tell the principal, who will then fire you!" With a sneer on her face, she then sat back down. <br /> <br />Mrs. Parks ignored her and asked the question again, "Which body part increases to 10 times its size when stimulated?" <br /> <br />Little Mary's mouth fell open, then she said to those around her, "Boy, is she going to get in big trouble!" <br /> <br />The teacher continued to ignore her and said to the class, "Anybody?" <br /> <br />Finally, Billy stood up. After he looked around nervously, he said "The body part that increases 10 times in size when stimulated is the pupil of the eye." <br /> <br />Mrs. Parks said, "Very good, Billy," then turned to Mary and continued, "As for you young lady, I have three things to say: One, you have a dirty mind; two, you didn't read your homework; and three, one day you are going to be very, <u><i>very</i></u> disappointed!" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Know You're Trailer Park Trash When...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/you_know_youre_trailer_park_trash_when.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. The Halloween pumpkin on your porch has more teeth than your spouse. <br> <br>2. You let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of her kids. <br> <br>3. You've been married three times and still have the same in-laws. <br> <br>4. You think a woman who is "out of your league" bowls on a different night. <br> <br>5. Jack Daniel's makes your list of "most admired people." <br> <br>6. You wonder how service stations keep their restrooms so clean. <br> <br>7. Anyone in your family ever died right after saying, "Hey y'all watch this." <br> <br>8. You think Dom Perignon is a Mafia leader. <br> <br>9. Your wife's hairdo was once ruined by a ceiling fan. <br> <br>10. Your junior prom had a daycare. <br> <br>11. You think the last words of the Star Spangled Banner are, "Gentlemen start your engines." <br> <br>12. You lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off its wheels. <br> <br>13. The bluebook value of your truck goes up and down, depending on how much gas is in it. <br> <br>14. You have to go outside to get something from the fridge. <br> <br>15. One of your kids was born on a pool table. <br> <br>16. You need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos. <br> <br>17. You can't get married to your sweetheart because there's a law against it. <br> <br>18. You think loading a dishwasher means getting your wife drunk. <br> <br>19. Your toilet paper has page numbers on it. <br> <br>20. Somebody hollers "Hoe Down" and your girlfriend hits the floor. <br> <br>21. You have a complete set of salad bowls and they all say Cool Whip on the side... <br> <br>22. The biggest city you've ever been to is Wal-Mart... <br> <br>23. Your working T.V. sits on top of your non-working T.V. <br> <br>24. You thought the Una-bomber was a wrestler... <br> <br>25. You've ever used your ironing board as a buffet table... <br>     <br>26. You think a quarter horse is that ride out in front of the K-Mart... <br> <br>27. Your neighbors think you're a detective because a cop always brings you home... <br> <br>28. A tornado hits your neighborhood and does $100,000 dollars worth of improvement... <br> <br>29. You've ever used a toilet brush as a back scratcher. <br> <br>30. You've ever asked the preacher "How's it hangin?" <br> <br>31. You missed 5th grade graduation because you had jury duty... <br> <br>32. You think fast food is hitting a deer at 65 MPH... <br> <br>33. Somebody tells you that you've got something in your teeth and you take them out to see what it is... <br> <br>34. You've ever stared at a can of orange juice because it said concentrate... <br> <br>35. You've ever been too drunk to fish. <br> <br>36. You don't understand why the first 35 are funny... <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sad News]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/sad_news.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. <br> <br>Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote "The Hokey Pokey" died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started. <br> <br>Shut up. You know it's funny.  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Adult Riddles]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Q. What's the difference between a G-Spot and a golf ball? <br>A. A guy will actually search for a golf ball. <br> <br>Q. What is the difference between a drug dealer and a hooker? <br>A. A hooker can wash her crack and sell it again. <br> <br>Q. What's a mixed feeling? <br>A. When you see your mother-in-law backing off a cliff in your new car. <br> <br>Q. What's the height of conceit? <br>A. Having an orgasm and calling out your own name. <br> <br>Q. Do you know how Montana cowboys practice safe sex? <br>A. They spray paint X's on the back of the sheep that kick. <br> <br>Q. Why is divorce so expensive? <br>A. Because it's worth it. <br> <br>Q. What is a Yankee? <br>A. The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone. <br> <br>Q. What is the difference between "ooooooh" and "aaaaaaah"? <br>A. About three inches. <br> <br>Q. Why do Gay men wear ribbed condoms? <br>A. For traction in the mud. <br> <br>Q. What's the difference between purple and pink? <br>A. The grip. <br> <br>Q. How do you find a blind man in a nudist colony? <br>A. It's not hard. <br> <br>Q. How do you circumcise a hillbilly? <br>A. Kick his sister in the jaw. <br> <br>Q. What's the difference between a boyfriend and a husband? <br>A. 5 minutes. <br> <br>Q. Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact? <br>A. Breasts don't have eyes. <br> <br>Q. If the dove is the bird of peace, what is the bird of true love? <br>A. The swallow. <br> <br>Q. What is the difference between medium and rare? <br>A. Six inches is medium, eight inches is rare. <br> <br>Q. Why do women rub their eyes when they get up in the morning? <br>A. They don't have balls to scratch <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Gay Flight Attendant]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>An airline's passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served them food and drinks. <br> <br>As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and announced to the passengers, "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super." <br> <br>On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed a well-dressed rather exotic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines.  I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."  <br> <br>She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess. I take orders from no one." <br> <br>"Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T02:04:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Dog Peeves]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/dog_peeves.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. Blaming your farts on me... not funny... not funny at all!!! <br> <br>2. Yelling at me for barking. <em>I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG, YOU IDIOT!</em> <br> <br>3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this, anyway? <br> <br>4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose... stop it! <br> <br>5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you're not home. <br> <br>6. The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! Whoooo Hoooooooo, what a proud moment for the top of the food chain! <br> <br>7. Taking me to the vet for "the big snip", then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back! <br> <br>8. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet. <br> <br>9. Dog sweaters. Hello???  Haven't you noticed the fur? <br> <br>10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth, you're just jealous. <br> <br>Now lay off me on some of these thing's! We both know who's boss here!!! You don't see me picking up your poop, do you??! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T03:04:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Chinese Proverbs]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/chinese_proverbs.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Virginity like bubble, one prick, all gone. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who run in front of car get tired. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who run behind car get exhausted. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Foolish man give wife grand piano, wise man give wife upright organ. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man with one chopstick go hungry. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who scratch ass should not bite fingernails. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who eat many prunes get good run for money. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Baseball is wrong: man with four balls cannot walk. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* &gt;<br>Panties not best thing on earth! But next to best thing on earth. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Wife who put husband in doghouse soon find him in cat house. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who fight with wife all day get no piece at night. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>It take many nails to build crib, but one screw to fill it. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who drive like hell, bound to get there. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who stand on toilet is high on pot. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who fish in other man's well often catch crabs. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Man who fart in church sit in own pew. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br>Crowded elevator smell different to midget. <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T09:04:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Magic]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/magic.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> A man with a 25 inch long penis goes to his doctor to complain that he is having a problem with this cumbersome instrument and has had more than one complaint. <br /> <br />Doctor," he asked, in total frustration, "Is there anything you can do for me?" <br /> <br />The doctor replies, "Medically, there is nothing I can do... But, I do know this witch who may be able to help you." <br /> <br />So the doctor gives him directions to the witch. <br /> <br />The man calls upon the witch and relays his story. <br /> <br />"Witch, my penis is 25 inches long and I need help. Can anything be done to help me? You are my only hope." <br /> <br />The witch stares in amazement, scratches her head, and then replies, "I think I may be able to help you with your problem. <br /> <br />Do this: go deep into the forest. You will find a pond. In this pond, you will find a frog sitting on a log. <br /> <br />This frog has magic. You say to the frog, 'Will you marry me?' When the frog says 'NO,' you will find five inches less to your problem." <br /> <br />The man's face lit up and he dashed off into the forest to find the pond. <br /> <br />When he reached it, he called out to the frog, "Will you marry me?" <br /> <br />The frog looked at him dejectedly and replied, "NO." <br /> <br />The man looked down and suddenly his penis was 5 inches shorter. <br /> <br />"Wow!" he screamed out loud, "This is great!" <br /> <br />But it was still too long at 20 inches, so he decided to ask the frog to marry him again. <br /> <br />"Frog, will you marry me?" the guy shouted. <br /> <br />The frog rolled its eyes back in its head and screamed back, "NO!" <br /> <br />The man felt another twitch in his penis, looked down, and it was another 5 inches shorter. <br /> <br />The man laughed, "This is fantastic." <br /> <br />He looked down at his penis again, 15 inches long, and reflected for a moment. <br /> <br />Fifteen inches is still a monster, just a little less would be ideal. <br /> <br />Grinning, he looked across the pond and yelled out, "Frog, will you marry me?" <br /> <br />The frog looked back across the pond shaking its head, "How many times do I have to tell you? NO, NO, <u><i>NO</i></u>!" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T09:04:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Swearing Boys]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom. <br> 	 	 <br>"You know what?" says the 6 year old. "I think it's about time we started cursing." The 4 year old nods his head in approval. <br> <br>The 6 year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something with 'ass'." The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm. <br> <br>When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios." <br> <br><em>WHACK!</em> He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can just stay there until I let you out!" <br> <br>She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do you want for breakfast, young man?" <br> <br>"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T09:04:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Women Vs Men Drivers]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold  Monday morning; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt.   <br> <br>After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers. The woman says, "So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days!" <br>       <br>Flattered, the  man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a  sign from God! But you're still at fault... women shouldn't be allowed to drive." <br>      <br>The woman continues, "And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune!"  Then she hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap  back on, and hands it back to the man.       <br> <br>The man asks,  "Aren't you having any?" <br> <br>The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police..."     <br> <br>MORAL OF THE STORY: <br>Women are clever, evil bitches. Don't mess with us. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T09:04:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Overweight Father]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A six-year-old walks into the kitchen where his mom is preparing a meal and says: "Mom, the last few nights I have woke up to this thumping noise coming out of your bedroom and when I look to see what it is, you're sitting on top of dad and bouncing up and down. Why are you doing that?" <br> <br>The startled mother recovers quickly and says, "Your dad is a little overweight and I'm trying to get him back to normal size. I bounce on him to get all the air out of him." <br> <br>The little kid just shakes his head and says,"Mom, you're wasting your time. Because, once a week, that nice looking lady next door comes over and blows daddy right back up!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T09:04:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[50th Anniversary]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>On the evening of their 50th Wedding Anniversary, a reminiscing wife found the negligee she wore on her wedding night and put it on. She went to her husband, a retired Army Sargeant, and said, "Honey, do you remember this?" <br> <br>He looked up from his newspaper and said, "Yes dear, I do. You wore that same negligee the night we were married." <br> <br>She said, "Yes, that's right. Do you remember what you said to me that night?" <br> <br>He nodded and said, "Yes dear, I still remember." <br> <br>"Well, what was it?" she asked. <br> <br>He was not much in the mood for this, but, he sighed and responded, "Well, honey, as I remember, I said 'Oh baby, I'm going to suck the life out of those boobs and screw your brains out.'" <br> <br>She giggled and said, "Yes dear, that's it. That's exactly what you said. So now it's fifty years later, and I'm in the same negligee.  What does my soldier have to say tonight?" <br> <br>He looked her up and down and replied, "Mission accomplished." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T10:04:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[50th Anniversary]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=281</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> On the evening of their 50th Wedding Anniversary, a reminiscing wife found the negligee she wore on her wedding night and put it on. She went to her husband, a retired Army Sargeant, and said, "Honey, do you remember this?" <br /> <br />He looked up from his newspaper and said, "Yes dear, I do. You wore that same negligee the night we were married." <br /> <br />She said, "Yes, that's right. Do you remember what you said to me that night?" <br /> <br />He nodded and said, "Yes dear, I still remember." <br /> <br />"Well, what was it?" she asked. <br /> <br />He was not much in the mood for this, but, he sighed and responded, "Well, honey, as I remember, I said 'Oh baby, I'm going to suck the life out of those boobs and screw your brains out.'" <br /> <br />She giggled and said, "Yes dear, that's it. That's exactly what you said. So now it's fifty years later, and I'm in the same negligee. What does my soldier have to say tonight?" <br /> <br />He looked her up and down and replied, "Mission accomplished." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-11T10:04:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Perfect Husband]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_perfect_husband.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen. <br /> <br />MAN: "Hello." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?" <br /> <br />MAN: "Yes." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "I am at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?" <br /> <br />MAN: "Sure... go ahead if you like it that much." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2006 models. I saw one I really liked." <br /> <br />MAN: "How much?" <br /> <br />WOMAN: "$90,000." <br /> <br />MAN: "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing... The house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $950,000." <br /> <br />MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $900,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand, if it's really a pretty good price." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!" <br /> <br />MAN: "Bye! I love you, too." <br /> <br />The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape... <br /> <br />He smiles and asks: "Anyone know who this phone belongs to?" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-12T01:04:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Snoring]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Some retired deputy sheriffs went to a retreat in the mountains. To save money, they decided to sleep two to a room. No one wanted to room with Daryl because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns. <br> <br>The first deputy slept with Daryl and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said, "Man, what happened to you?" He said, "Daryl snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night." <br> <br>The next night it was a different deputy's turn. In the morning, same thing - hair all standing up, eyes all blood-shot.  They said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!" He said, "Man, that Daryl shakes the roof. I watched him all night." <br> <br>The third night was Frank's turn. Frank was a big burly ex-football player; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright eyed and bushy tailed. "Good morning." <br> <br>They couldn't believe it! They said, "Man, what happened?"  <br> <br>He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Daryl into bed and kissed him good night. He sat up and watched me all night long." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-12T01:04:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Father]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A guy is in line at the supermarket when he notices that a rather dishy blonde behind him has just raised her hand and smiled hello to him. <br> <br>He is rather taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him and, although familiar, he can't place where he might know her from. So he says "Sorry, do you know me?" <br> <br>She replies, "I may be mistaken, but I thought you might be the father of one of my children." <br> <br>His mind shoots back to the one and only time he has been unfaithful. <br> <br>"Holy crap," he says, "Are you that stripper from my bachelor party that I screwed on the pool table in front of all my friends while your girlfriend whipped me with some wet celery and stuck a cucumber up my ass?" <br> <br>"No," she replies, "I'm your son's English teacher." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-12T01:04:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Cab Driver & The Nun]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A cabbie picks up a nun. She gets into the cab, and notices that the very handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her. She asks him why he is staring. He replies: "I have a question to ask you, but I don't want to offend you." <br> <br>She answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask that I would find offensive." <br> <br>"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me." <br> <br>She responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that: #1, you have to be single and #2, you must be Catholic." <br> <br>The cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single and Catholic!" <br> <br>"OK" the nun says. "Pull into the next alley." <br> <br>The nun fulfills the cab driver's fantasy with a kiss that would make a hooker blush. But when they get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying. <br> <br>"My dear child," said the nun, "why are you crying?" <br> <br>"Forgive me but I have sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married and I'm Jewish." <br> <br>The nun says, "That's OK. My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-12T01:04:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How Old Is Grandma?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events. <br> <br>The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general. <br> <br>The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before: <br> <br>-Television <br>-Penicillin <br>-Polio shots <br>-Frozen foods <br>-Xerox <br>-Contact lenses <br>-Frisbees  <br>-And the pill." <br> <br>She continued, "There was no: <br> <br>-Radar <br>-Credit cards <br>-Laser beams or <br>-Ball-point pens <br> <br>Man had not invented: <br> <br>-Pantyhose <br>-Air conditioners <br>-Dishwashers <br>-Clothes dryers <br> <br>Man hadn't yet walked on the moon. <br> <br>Your Grandfather and I got married first... and then lived together. <br> <br>Every family had a father and a mother. <br> <br>Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir". <br> <br>And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir." <br> <br>We were before gay-rights, computer dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy. <br> <br>Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense. <br> <br>We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions. <br> <br>Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege. <br> <br>We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent. <br> <br>Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins. <br> <br>Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started. <br> <br>Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends - not purchasing condominiums. <br> <br>We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings. <br> <br>We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios. <br> <br>And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey. <br> <br>If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk. <br> <br>The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam. <br> <br>Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of. <br> <br>We had 5 & 10 cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. <br> <br>Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. <br> <br>And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards. <br> <br>You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600... but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. <br> <br>In my day: <br> <br>"Grass" was mowed, <br>"Coke" was a cold drink, <br>"Pot" was something your mother cooked in and <br>"Rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby. <br>"Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office, <br>"Chip" meant a piece of wood, <br>"Hardware" was found in a hardware store and <br>"Software" wasn't even a word. <br> <br>And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?" <br> <br>I bet you have this old lady in mind... you are in for a shock! <br> <br>This Woman would be only 60 years old! (Pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.) <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-12T02:04:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Right On! (Make Sure You Read This!)]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. <br> <br>If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. <br> <br>Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. <br> <br>Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be. <br> <br>Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. <br> <br>If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then no, you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.  <br> <br>Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. <br> <br>Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. <br> <br>The only person you can control in a relationship is you. <br> <br>Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant... Why would he treat you any differently? <br> <br>Always have your own set of friends separate from his. <br> <br>Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up. <br> <br>Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.  <br> <br>You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within. <br> <br>Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more - nothing less. <br> <br>Never let a man define who you are. <br> <br>Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. <br> <br>A man will only treat you the way you <em><u>ALLOW</u></em> him to treat you. <br> <br>All men are NOT dogs. <br> <br>You should not be the one doing all the bending... compromise is two way street. <br> <br>You need time to heal between relationships... there is nothing cute about baggage. Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship. <br> <br>You should never look for someone to <em><u>COMPLETE</u></em> you. A relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals.  <br> <br>Look for someone complimentary... not supplementary. <br> <br>Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. <br> <br>Make him miss you sometimes... when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him - he takes it for granted. <br> <br>Never move into his mother's house. <br> <br>Never co-sign for a man. <br> <br>Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others. <br> <br>So there it is. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-13T05:04:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Things That Are Difficult To Say When You're Drunk...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Things That Are Difficult To Say When You Are Drunk: <br> <br>1. Innovative <br> <br>2. Preliminary <br> <br>3. Proliferation <br> <br>4. Cinnamon <br> <br> <br>Things That Are <em><u>VERY</u></em> Difficult To Say When You're Drunk: <br> <br>1. Specificity <br> <br>2. British Constitution <br> <br>3. Passive-Aggressive Disorder <br> <br>4. Transubstantiate <br> <br> <br>Things That Are <em>DOWNRIGHT <u>IMPOSSIBLE</u></em> To Say When You're Drunk: <br> <br>1. Thanks, but I don't want to sleep with you. <br> <br>2. Nope, no more drinks for me, I've reached my limit. <br> <br>3. Sorry, but you're not really my type. <br> <br>4. Please take the shooters back, let's have water. <br> <br>5. Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight? <br> <br>6. I'm not interested in fighting you. <br> <br>7. Oh, I just couldn't - no one wants to hear me sing. <br> <br>8. Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have zero coordination. <br> <br>9. Where is the nearest toilet? I refuse to vomit in the street. <br> <br>10. I must be going home now as I have to work in the morning. <br> <br>11. Look, it would be great to have a f**k but I hardly know you and we will only feel really embarrassed and awkward in the morning. <br> <br>12. That guy is looking at my girlfriend but I am sure its just because he knows her or something. <br> <br>13. That chair looks wobbly and dangerous and I certainly wouldn't try balancing on it with this short skirt on in case I fell off. <br> <br>14. I must get to my bed as I could never have a really good sleep in that hedge.  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-16T08:04:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Letterman's Top 10 Reasons There Are No Black NASCAR Drivers]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>#10 - Have to sit upright while driving. <br># 9 - Their pistol won't stay under front seat. <br># 8 - Engine noise drowns out the rap music. <br># 7 - Pit crew can't work on car while holding up pants at the same time. <br># 6 - No speed rated tires for 24" rims with spinners <br># 5 - Police cars on track interfere with race. <br># 4 - No passenger seat for the Ho. <br># 3 - No Cadillac's approved for competition. <br># 2 - Can't wear helmet sideways. <br> <br>AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON THEIR ARE NO BLACK NASCAR DRIVERS... <br># 1 - When they crash their cars, they bail out and run. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-18T08:04:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Facelift]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday. She spends $5,000 and feels pretty good about the results. <br /> <br />On her way home, she stops at a news stand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?" <br /> <br />"About 32," is the reply. <br /> <br />"Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says happily. <br /> <br />A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question. <br /> <br />The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29." <br /> <br />The woman replies, "Nope I'm 50." <br /> <br />Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street. <br /> <br />She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question. <br /> <br />The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." <br /> <br />Again she proudly responds, "I am 50, but thank you." <br /> <br />While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question. <br /> <br />He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eye sight is going. However, when I was young, there was a sure way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only then can I tell you <i><u>EXACTLY</u></i> how old you are." <br /> <br />They wait in silence on the empty street until curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead." <br /> <br />He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast. He gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other. <br /> <br />After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay... How old am I?" <br /> <br />He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, "Madam, you are 50." <br /> <br />Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could you tell?' <br /> <br />The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?" <br /> <br />"I promise I won't," she says. <br /> <br />"I was behind you in line at McDonald's." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-04-24T04:04:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Adult Toys For Sale]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> I have the following pre-owned adult toys for immediate sale: <br /> <br />Three-speed Vibrator with adjustable head, works great but rotator is slightly jammed with hair. $25. <br /> <br />4 size small and extra small butt-plugs. I moved up the size rather quick so they are barely used and in perfect shape. $4 each. <br /> <br />3 half eaten edible panties, size XXL. Flavors: virgin strawberry, smooth Irish cream, and backdoor fudge. $2.50 each. <br /> <br />Soft rubber life-like (cock with balls) black dildo. The paint is slightly worn off at the tip but otherwise works great. $10. <br /> <br />2 size extra small cock rings. $3 each or $5 for both. <br /> <br />1 set of glass anal beads. These beads have been used a lot so they are extra smooth! $8. <br /> <br />1 white leather sex swing, made in England. Slightly stained at the edges of leg straps. $25. <br /> <br />Deep anal metal sphere mini-vibrator. The metal casing is slightly bent due to emergency retrieval surgery, but still vibrates perfectly well. $5. <br /> <br />Haha, Have A Great Day! <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-05-01T10:05:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The 7 Kinds Of Sex]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The 1st kind of sex is called: Smurf Sex.  <br><em>This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are blue in the face.</em> <br> <br>The 2nd kind of sex is called: Kitchen Sex.  <br><em>This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so horny you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.</em> <br> <br>The 3rd kind of sex is called: Bedroom Sex.  <br><em>This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom.</em> <br> <br>The 4th kind of sex is called: Hallway Sex.  <br><em>This is when you have been with your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you both say "screw you."</em> <br> <br>The 5th kind of sex is called: Courtroom Sex.  <br><em>This is when you cannot stand your wife/hubby any more. She/He takes you to court and screws you in front of everyone.</em> <br> <br>The 6th kind is called: Religious Sex. <br><em>It means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night.</em> <br> <br>And the 7th kind of sex is called: Social Security Sex.  <br><em>You get a little each month... But not enough to live on!</em> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-05-02T11:05:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Anniversary Gift]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A husband was in big trouble when he forgot his wedding anniversary. <br> <br>His wife told him, "Tomorrow there better be something in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 2 seconds flat." <br> <br>The next morning the wife found a small package in the driveway.  She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale. <br> <br>Funeral arrangements for the husband have been set for Saturday at 1:00 PM. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-05-02T11:05:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Forgiveness]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Sunday's sermon was: Forgive Your Enemies. <br> <br>Toward the end of the service, the Minister asked, "How many of you have forgiven your enemies?" 80% held up their hands. <br> <br>The minister then repeated his question. All responded this time, except one small elderly lady. <br> <br>"Mrs. Jones? Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?" <br> <br>"I don't have any." She replied, smiling sweetly. <br> <br>"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?" <br> <br>"Ninety-eight." she replied. <br> <br>"Oh Mrs. Jones, would you please come down in front & tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years & not have an enemy in the world?" <br> <br>The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said: "I outlived the bitches." <br> <br>Haha, Have A Great Day! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-05-04T08:05:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Cheesy Lines]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. Is your Dad an astronaut? Because someone took the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes. <br>2. You must be tired because you've been running through my dreams all night! <br>3. Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again? <br>4. Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see! <br>5. I know I don't look like much now, but I'm drinking milk. <br>6. Pardon me miss, I seem to have lost my phone number... could I borrow yours? <br>7. I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away! <br>8. Was your dad a king? He must have been to make a princess like you. <br>9. Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot. <br>10. What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room? <br>11. You are the reason men fall in love. <br>12. I'm writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you. <br>13. If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world. <br>14. When I saw you from across the room, I passed out cold and hit my head on the floor, so I'm going to need your name and number for insurance reasons. <br>15. Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror) <br>16. Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven? <br>17. Can I borrow a quarter? I told my Mom I'd call when I met the girl of my dreams. <br>18. Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes. <br>19. Excuse me, but I think I dropped something, my jaw! <br>20. Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart. <br>21. I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment? <br>22. If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together. <br>23. If I followed you home, would you keep me? <br>24. Was your father an alien? Because there's nothing else like you on earth! <br>25. Was your Dad a baker? Because you've got a nice set of buns. <br>26. You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life! <br>27. Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back. <br>28. You remind me of a magnet, because you sure are attracting me over here! <br>29. If you were a laser, you'd be set on "stunning." <br>30. Excuse me, do you have any raisins? How about a date? <br>31. Hello. Are you taking any applications for a boyfriend? <br>32. Can I take your picture? I want Santa to know exactly what I want for Christmas. <br>33. Is it hot in here or is it just you? <br>34. Are you related to Mike Tyson? Because you knock me out. <br>35. If you were a burger at McDonalds, you'd be named McGorgeous. <br>36. Your body must be a Visa, because it's everywhere I want to be. <br>37. How you doin? <br>38. Please come here, I'm desperate. <br>39. Didn't we go to different schools together? <br>40. Guy: Did you just fart? Girl: No, why? Guy: Because you just blew me away. <br>41. If I had a nickel for every girl as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents. <br>42. Would you like some visene? Why? So you can clearly see our future together. <br>43. I hear your body is made up of 75% water... man am I thirsty! <br>44. Do you sleep on your stomach? (No) Can I? <br>45. I love you, you're the best. <br>46. If I had a rose for every time I thought of you I'd be walking in a garden forever. <br>47. You're so sweet I'm getting cavities. <br>48. If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? <br>49. If I had a camera, I'd use the whole roll. <br>50. Your name must be Lucky Charms, cause you're magically delicious. <br>51. Baby, have you been eaten your Campbell's soup? Because you are looking Mmm, Mmm good! <br>52. Are you wearing lipstick? Mind if I taste it? <br>53. If I were bread, would you be my butter? <br>54. God was showing off when he made you. <br>55. My name isn't Elmo, but you can tickle me all over. <br>56. Could you please step away from the bar? You're melting all the ice. <br>57. Hi, are you here to meet a nice guy/gal or will I do? <br>58. Aieeeah! Your eyes glow like the twin suns! <br>59. You fascinate me more than the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus. <br>60. I'm The Man in Demand. <br>61. There's a star in the sky for every time I think of you. <br>62. Hi, I'm incredibly rich. <br>63. I've noticed you noticing me and I'm just giving you notice that I've noticed you! <br>64. Do you have a boyfriend? <br>65. I know somebody who likes you but if I weren't so shy, I'd tell you who. <br>66. Pardon me, but what pickup line works best with you? <br>67. Statistically speaking the most effective pickup line of all time is "I love you." <br>68. You must be a parking ticket, because you have fine written all over you. <br>69. Excuse me, do you have the time? Woman: No. Man: Well I have the time and it says I have time for you alllll the time. <br>70. Can I dip you in chocolate? <br>71. Roses are red, bananas are yellow, wanna go out with me like a nice little fellow? <br>72. Hi, what's your name? Did you go to (put in a place) yesterday? (no) Oh, right that was in my dream. <br>73. I heard milk does a body good but man, how much have you been drinking? <br>74. If love were a drop of water, I'd be in the Atlantic Ocean. <br>75. If you were a tear drop, I would never cry for fear of losing you. <br>76. You know what I fell in? (What?) Love with you. <br>77. Excuse me, do you have Band-aid? I skinned my knee when I fell for you. <br>78. Was your Dad in the Air Force? Because you're the bomb. <br>79. Hi, my name is (insert your name here). <br>80. Life without you is like a pencil without lead, pointless. <br>81. I'm a genetic engineer and I need to utilize your body for a stem cell experiment. It shouldn't hurt too bad. <br>82. My love for you is like diarrhea; I can't hold it in. <br>83. I think I've seen your picture somewhere. Oh yes, it was in the dictionary under SHA-BAM! <br>84. You're so hot that you make the sun jealous. <br>85. Do you know what the square root of 81 is? (Hopefully they say nine) Oh, then you are not just another pretty face. <br>86. I lost my teddy bear... so can I cuddle with you instead? <br>87. You're so hot you melt the elastic in my underwear. <br>88. Hey c'mon now, I'm ugly, you're ugly, it's perfect. <br>89. Can I borrow your library card? I'd like to check you out! <br>90. I should call the police because you're stealing my heart. <br>91. You're more beautiful than 100 pink flamingos on a golf course. <br>92. I can't wait until tomorrow. Somehow you get prettier every day. <br>93. If wishes came true I'd be having dinner with you tonight. <br>94. Girl: I'm sorry, I can't talk right now, I have a(n) (some instrument) lesson. Guy: (instrument)? I thought angels played harps. <br>95. Excuse me, you look sexy, what's your name? <br>96. If beauty were time, you'd be eternity. <br>97. Baby, you're so sweet, you put Hershey's out of business, and speaking of Hershey's, how about a kiss? <br>98. You see my friend over there? [Point to friend who sheepishly waves from afar] He wants to know if YOU think I'M cute. <br>99. ASL? <br>100. Can I have your heart? I need it to be complete and I don't feel whole without you. <br>101. It's never easy meeting a complete stranger, especially one as beautiful as you, without being properly introduced. But shall we try anyway? <br>102. Gently rub the girl's back and say, "I thought angels had wings." <br>103. You must be the cause of global warming. <br>104. I don't think a firefighter could put you out. <br>105. It looks like you need a man in your life. How about me? <br>106. Um, you have really beautiful...uh...eyes, yea. You are pretty. What I mean is...you have a nice forehead, er ah... Do you believe in when I walk by... (To yourself) Oh man, STUPID STUPID STUPID! <br>107. Hi, I'm Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me. <br>108. Is your name Pepsi? Because you sure are sizzling. <br>109. Are you a broom? Because you sure swept me off my feet. <br>110. If a star fell every time I thought of you, the sky would be black at night. <br>111. You're looking sharper than a page of Oscar Wilde witticisms that has been rolled up into a point, sprinkled with lemon juice and jabbed into someone's eye. <br>112. I think we should be lab partners because you and I have chemistry. <br>113. I don't know if it's igneous or metamorphic, but baby, you rock. <br>114. Did you know the distance from here (touch one side of the girl's shoulder) to here (touch other side of shoulder so your arm is around her) is the same distance from here (touch same spot last touched) to here (grab her around the waist). <br>115. Kiss me if I'm wrong, but don't you want to go out with me? <br>116. You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy. <br>117. I thought Veryfine only came in a bottle. <br>118. (Walk up to them, place an ice cube on the floor and crush it with your foot) Now that we've broken the ice, what's your name? <br>119. If I were a tear drop I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips. <br>120. If you're here, who's running heaven? <br>121. Do you know Karate? Because your body is kickin' <br>122. I'm going to put this tear of mine in the ocean. When you find it I'll stop loving you. <br>123. If I were you I would go out with me. <br>124. Do you work for NASA? Because you're outta this world. <br>125. Walk up to a girl and look at the tag on the back of her shirt. When she asks what you're doing tell her your checking to see if she was made in heaven. <br>126. I couldn't pay attention in school (or work) today because I couldn't stop thinking about you. <br>127. Would you like a coolata, because you are ahota. <br>128. You're the marshmallows in my Lucky Charms. <br>129. If I were a gardner, I'd plant your tulips next to mine. <br>130. Is there an airport near by or is that my heart taking off? <br>131. Did you hear the latest health report? You need to increase your daily intake of vitamin me. <br>132. One night I looked up at the stars and thought "Wow, how beautiful." Now that I'm looking at you, nothing else can compare. <br>133. May I borrow some of the chapstick you're wearing? <br>134. I have an owie on my lip, will you kiss it and make it better? <br>135. Hey good lookin' what'chya cookin'? <br>136. Love is when you don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than a dream. After seeing you, I don't ever want to sleep again. <br>137. Let's hide behind a rock and get a little bolder. <br>138. Let's get these windows a little foggy. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-05-15T12:05:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Pregnant Lady]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>ACTUAL AUSTRALIAN COURT DOCKET 12659 - CASE OF THE PREGNANT LADY: <br> <br>A lady about 8 months pregnant got on a bus. She noticed the man opposite her was smiling at her. <br> <br>She immediately moved to another seat. This time the smile turned into a grin, so she moved again. <br> <br>The man seemed more amused. When on the fourth move, the man burst out laughing, she complained to the driver and he had the man arrested. <br> <br>The case came up in court. The judge asked the man (about 20 years old) what he had to say for himself. <br> <br>The man replied, "Well your Honor, it went like this: When the lady got on the bus, I couldn't help but notice her condition. <br> <br>She sat down under a sign that said, 'The Double Mint Twins are Coming' and I grinned." <br> <br>"Then she moved and sat under a sign that said, 'Logan's Liniment will reduce the swelling', and I had to smile." <br> <br>"Then she placed herself under a deodorant sign that said, "William's Big Stick Did the Trick", and I could hardly contain myself." <br> <br>"<em>BUT,</em> your Honor, when she moved the fourth time and sat under a sign that said, 'Goodyear Rubber could have prevented this Accident'... I just lost it." <br> <br>"CASE DISMISSED!!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-05-15T12:05:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Men (And Women) In Uniform]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/men_and_women_in_uniform.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze and sleep for another 10 minutes. <br> <br>He stays up for days on end. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You take a warm shower to help you wake up. <br> <br>He goes days or weeks without running water. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You complain of a "headache", and call in sick. <br> <br>He gets shot at, as others are hit, and keeps moving forward. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends. <br> <br>He still fights for your right to wear that shirt. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket. <br> <br>He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You talk trash on your "buddies" that aren't with you. <br> <br>He knows he may not see some of his buddies again. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls. <br> <br>He walks the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You complain about how hot it is. <br> <br>He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong. <br> <br>He does not get to eat today. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes. <br> <br>He wears the same things for months, but makes sure his weapons are clean. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You go to the mall and get your hair redone. <br> <br>He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You are angry because your class ran 5 minutes over. <br> <br>He is told he will be held an extra 2 months. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You call your girlfriend and set a date for that night. <br> <br>He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday. <br> <br>He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You roll your eyes as a baby cries. <br> <br>He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything. <br> <br>He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own government and remembers why he is fighting. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of the men like him. <br> <br>He hears the gun fire and bombs. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You see only what the media wants you to see. <br> <br>He sees the bodies lying around him. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't. <br> <br>He does what he is told. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You stay at home and watch TV. <br> <br>He takes whatever time he is given to call and write home, sleep, and eat. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, and try to get comfortable. <br> <br>He crawls under a tank for shade and a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gun fire. <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>You sit there and judge him, saying the world is a worse place because of men like him. <br> <br>If only there were more men like him... <br> <br> @-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-05-24T12:05:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Biology Class]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I was in biology class once, and the teacher said there was sugar in sperm.  <br> <br>A girl asked "Why doesn't it taste sweet then?" When she realized what she had said, her face became red with embarrasment.  <br> <br>The teacher replied, "Because you taste sweetness with the front of your tongue, not the back of your throat."  <br> <br>The girl started crying and left class...  <br> <br>Haha, too funny! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-07T07:06:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Farmer & The Clergyman]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A clergyman walking down a country lane sees a young farmer struggling to load hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off. <br> <br>"You look hot, my son," said the minister. "Why don't you rest a moment." <br> <br>"No thanks," said the young man. "My father wouldn't like it." <br> <br>"Don't be silly," the minister said. "Everyone is entitled to a break. Come and have a drink of water." <br> <br>Again, the young man protested that his father would be upset. Losing his patience, the clergyman said, "Your father must be a strict taskmaster. Tell me where I can find him and I'll give him a piece of my mind!" <br> <br>"Well," replied the young farmer, "he's under the load of hay."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-07T07:06:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Dentist]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> A guy and a girl met at a bar. They got along so well that they decided to go to the girl's place. <br /><br>A few drinks later, the guy took off his shirt and then washed his hands. <br /> <br />He then took off his trousers, and washed his hands again. <br /> <br />The girl had been watching him and said, "You must be a dentist." <br /> <br />The guy, surprised, said, "Yes, how did you figure that out?" <br /> <br />"Easy," she replied, "you keep washing your hands." <br /> <br />One thing led to another, and they made love. <br /> <br />Afterward, the girl said, "You must be a good dentist." <br /> <br />The guy, now with a boosted ego, said, "Sure, I'm a good dentist, how did you figure that out?" <br /> <br />"Because I didn't feel a thing!" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-07T08:06:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Erratic Driver]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A police officer asks an erratic driver he's pulled over to blow into a breathalyzer. <br> <br>The man says, "Sorry, I can't do that. I am an asthmatic. I'll have a really bad asthma attack." <br> <br>"Okay, fine," the officer states. "I need you to come down to the station to give a blood sample." <br> <br>"I can't do that either," counters the man. "I'm a hemophiliac. I'll bleed to death." <br> <br>"Well, then we need a urine sample." <br> <br>"I'm sorry, officer. I'm also a diabetic. I'll get low blood sugar." <br> <br>"Then come out here and walk this white line," demands the officer, frustrated. <br> <br>"I can't do that, either." <br> <br>"Why not?" the officer asks. <br> <br>The man replies, "Because I'm too stinkin' drunk!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-07T08:06:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Marriage Is Sacred]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man and a woman who had never met before, but were both married to other people, found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a transcontinental train. <br> <br>Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly - he in the upper bunk and she in the lower. <br> <br>At 1:00 AM, the man leaned over and gently woke the woman, asking, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold." <br> <br>"I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married." <br> <br>"Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed. <br> <br>"Good," she replied. "Get your own damn blanket." <br> <br>After a moment of silence, he farted. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <dc:date>2006-06-07T08:06:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The City Slicker & The Farm]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Wanting to buy a farm, a city slicker was elated when he found just what he was looking for. <br> <br>Finding a hive of bees on the property, however, he told the owner that he was deathly afraid of bees, and that there was no way he could consider this piece of land. <br> <br>The landowner assured him that the bees were completely harmless and made him an offer. The buyer would allow himself to be tied to a tree for an hour, nude, under the hive. If ONE bee were to sting him, the farm would be his for free. The buyer decided it was worth the risk. <br> <br>An hour later, the farmer walked out to the tree and saw the poor guy slumped over in his bindings. Fearing the worst, he ran up to him and asked if he had been stung. <br> <br>The city fellow looked up and weakly said, "No... the bees never touched me. But doesn't that calf have a mother!?!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-07T08:06:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Amnesia]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>An old man and his wife were having problems remembering things, so they decided to ask their doctor for help. The doctor told them that they should start writing things down to help them remember. <br> <br>Later that night, the man got up from his chair and headed for the kitchen. His wife asked, "Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?" <br> <br>"Sure," he replied. <br> <br>She then asked him, "Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?" <br> <br>"No," he said. "I can remember that." <br> <br>She then said, "Well I would also like some strawberries on top. You had better write that down." <br> <br>Starting to get annoyed, he replied, "I can remember that, you want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries." He angrily stormed into the kitchen. <br> <br> <br>After about 20 minutes he returned from the kitchen and handed her a plate of bacon and eggs. <br> <br>She stared at the plate for a moment and said angrily, "I TOLD you to write it down! You forgot my toast!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-07T08:06:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Psychiatrist Meetings]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A group of psychiatrists were attending a convention. Four of them decided to leave together. One said to the other three, "People are always coming to us with their problems, but we have no one that we can go to." The others agreed. <br> <br>Then one said, "Since we're all professionals, why don't we hear each other out?" The other three agreed. <br> <br>The first then confessed, "I have an uncontrollable desire to kill my patients." <br> <br>The second psychiatrist said, "I love expensive things and so I find ways to cheat my patients out of their money whenever I can so I can buy the things I want." <br> <br>The third followed with, "I'm involved with selling drugs and often get my patients to sell them for me." <br> <br>The fourth psychiatrist then confessed, "I know I'm not supposed to, but no matter how hard I try, I can't keep a secret..." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-07T08:06:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Check-Up]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man hasn't been feeling well, so he goes to his doctor for a complete check-up. <br> <br>Afterward, the doctor comes out with the results. <br> <br>"I'm afraid I have some very bad news," the doctor says. "You're dying, and you don't have much time left." <br> <br>"Oh, that's terrible!" says the man. "How long have I got?" <br> <br>"Ten," the doctor says sadly. <br> <br>"Ten?" the man asks. "Ten what? Months? Weeks? What?!" <br> <br>The doctor interrupts, "Nine, eight, seven..." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-08T11:06:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Doctor & The Lawyer]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A doctor and a lawyer were talking at a party. Their conversation was constantly interrupted by people describing their ailments and asking the doctor for free medical advice. <br> <br>After an hour of this, the exasperated doctor asked the lawyer, "What do you do to stop people from asking you for legal advice when you're out of the office?" <br> <br>"I give it to them," replied the lawyer, "and then I send them a bill." <br> <br>The doctor was shocked, but agreed to give it a try. <br> <br>The next day, still feeling slightly guilty, the doctor prepared the bills. <br> <br>When he went to place them in his mailbox, he found a bill from the lawyer. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-08T11:06:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Boss & The Dinner Party]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man hosted a dinner party for people from work, including his boss. <br> <br>All during the sit-down dinner, the host's three-year-old girl stared at her father's boss sitting across from her. The girl could hardly eat her food due to the intensity of her staring. <br> <br>The man checked his tie, felt his face for food, patted his hair in place, but nothing stopped her from staring at him. He tried his best to just ignore her, but finally, it was too much for him. <br> <br>He asked her, "Why are you staring at me?" <br> <br>Everyone at the table had noticed her behavior, and the table went quiet for her response. <br> <br>The little girl answered, "My daddy said you drink like a fish, and I don't want to miss it!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-08T11:06:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Being 10 Again]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man asked his wife, "What would you most like for your birthday?" <br> <br>She said, "I'd love to be ten again." <br> <br>On the morning of her birthday, he took her to a theme park and put her on every ride there was, including all of the roller coasters. <br> <br>After the theme park, they went into the nearest fast food joint, where she was given a huge, greasy burger, fries and a strawberry shake. Then they went to a movie theater and ate popcorn, cola and sweets. At last she staggered home with her husband and collapsed into bed. <br> <br>Her husband leaned over and asked, "Well, dear, what was it like being ten again?" <br> <br>The woman weakly opened one of her eyes and groaned at her husband, "I meant my dress size!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-08T11:06:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Lost Hat]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>An elderly man lost his favorite hat. Instead of buying a new one, he decided he would go to church and swipe one out of the vestibule. <br> <br>When he got there, an usher intercepted him at the door and took him to a pew where he had to sit and listen to the entire sermon on "The Ten Commandments." <br> <br>After church, the man met the preacher in the doorway, shook his hand and told him, "I want to thank you for saving my soul today. I came to church to steal a hat and after hearing your sermon on the Ten Commandments, I decided against it." <br> <br>"You mean the commandment 'I shall not steal' changed your mind?" the preacher asked. <br> <br>The old man replied, "No, the one about adultery did. As soon as you said that I remembered where I left my old hat!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T05:06:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Little Boy & The Wedding]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A little boy was in a relative's wedding. As he was coming down the aisle he would take two steps, stop, and turn to the crowd (alternating between bride's side and groom's side). While facing the crowd, he would put his hands up like claws and roar loudly. <br> <br>So it went: Step, step, ROAR. Step, step, ROAR. All the way down the aisle. <br> <br>As you can imagine, the crowd was near tears from laughing so hard by the time he reached the front. The little boy, however, was getting more and more distressed from all the laughing, and was near tears by the time he reached the pulpit. <br> <br>When he got to the front, the priest leaned down and asked, "What were you doing?" <br> <br>The child sniffed and replied, "I was just being the Ring Bear!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T06:06:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Leaky Gift]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A retiring kindergarten teacher was opening gifts from her pupils. The florist's son handed her a gift. She shook it, held it over her head, and said, "I bet I know what it is... Flowers!" <br> <br>"That's right!" said the boy, amazed. <br> <br>The next pupil was the candy store owner's daughter. The teacher shook her gift and said, "It's box of candy!" <br> <br>"That's right! How did you know?" asked the girl. <br> <br>The next gift was from the liquor store owner's son. The teacher held the box over her head and noticed that it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and tasted it. "Is it wine?" she asked. <br> <br>"No," the boy replied. <br> <br>The teacher repeated the process, tasting another drop. "Is it champagne?" <br> <br>"No," the boy replied. <br> <br>The teacher then said, "I give up, what is it?" <br> <br>The boy replied, "A puppy!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T06:06:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Golfer's Bet]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Sid and Barney head out for a quick round of golf. Sid says to Barney, "Let's say we make the time worth the while and bet five dollars on the lowest score for the day." <br> <br>Barney agrees and they enjoy a great game. After the eighth hole, Barney is ahead by one stroke, but cuts his ball into the rough on the ninth. "Help me find my ball!" he says to Sid. <br> <br>After five minutes, neither has had any luck. Since a lost ball carries a four-point penalty, Barney pulls a ball from his pocket and tosses it to the ground. "I've found my ball!" he announces triumphantly. <br> <br>Sid looks at him forlornly, "After all the years we've been friends, you'd cheat me over five bucks?" <br> <br>"What do you mean cheat? I found my ball!" Barney replies. <br> <br>"What a liar!" Sid says with amazement. "I'll have you know I've been standing on your ball for the last five minutes!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T06:06:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Martini Man]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A fellow came into a bar and ordered a martini. Before drinking it, he removed the olive and carefully put it into a glass jar. <br> <br>Soon, he ordered another martini and did the same thing. After an hour, when he was full of martinis and the jar was full of olives, he staggered out. <br> <br>"Well," said a customer, "I never saw anything as peculiar as that!" <br> <br>"What's so peculiar about it?" the bartender said. "It's obvious what was going on... His wife sent him out for a jar of olives." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T06:06:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Complaining Monk]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A new monk at a monastery took a vow of silence. He was allowed to speak only once a year, and then he could only say two words. <br> <br>At the end of the first year, he went to the head monk and said, "Bed hard." <br> <br>At the end of the second year, he went to the head monk and said, "Room cold." <br> <br>By the end of the third year, after struggling with the decision, he went to the head monk and softly stated, "I quit." <br> <br>The head monk replied, "It doesn't surprise me... All you've done since you got here is complain, complain, complain!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T06:06:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Smart Travel Agent]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman called her travel agent to make reservations, "I want to go from Chicago to Hippopotamus, New York." <br> <br>The agent was at a loss for words. Finally, he asked, "Are you sure that's the name of the town?" <br> <br>"Yes, what flights do you have?" replied the customer. <br> <br>After some searching, the agent stated, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I've looked up every airport code in the country and can't find a Hippopotamus anywhere." <br> <br>The customer retorted, "Don't be silly. Everyone knows where it is. Check your map!" <br> <br>The agent scoured a map of the state of New York and finally figured it out. <br> <br>"You don't mean Buffalo, do you?"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T07:06:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Hotel Bill]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Next time you think your hotel bill is too high you might want to consider this... <br> <br>A husband and wife are traveling by car from Key West to Boston. <br> <br>After almost twenty-four hours on the road, they're too tired to continue, and they decide to stop for a rest. <br> <br>They stop at a nice hotel and take a room, but they only plan to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road. When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a bill for $350. <br> <br>The man explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it's a nice hotel, the rooms certainly aren't worth $350. <br> <br>When the clerk tells him $350 is the standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the Manager. <br> <br>The Manager appears, listens to the man, and then explains that the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference center that were available for the husband and wife to use. <br> <br>"But we didn't use them," the man complains. <br> <br>"Well, they are here, and you could have," explains the Manager. <br> <br>He goes on to explain they could have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel is famous. "The best entertainers from New York, Hollywood and Las Vegas perform here," the Manager says. <br> <br>"But we didn't go to any of those shows," complains the man again. <br> <br>"Well, we have them, and you could have," the Manager replies. <br> <br>No matter what facility the Manager mentions, the man replies, "But we didn't use it!" <br> <br>The Manager is unmoved, and eventually the man gives up and agrees to pay. He writes a check and gives it to the Manager. <br> <br>The Manager is surprised when he looks at the check. "But sir," he says, "this check is only made out for $50." <br> <br>"That's correct," says the man. "I charged you $300 for sleeping with my wife." <br> <br>"But I didn't!" exclaims the Manager. <br> <br>"Well, too bad," the man replies. "She was here and you could have." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T07:06:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pharmacology]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>In Pharmacology, all drugs have two names, a trade name and generic name. For example, the trade name of Tylenol also has a generic name of Acetaminophen. Aleve is also called Naproxen. Amoxil is also call Amoxicillin and Advil is also called Ibuprofen. <br> <br>The FDA has been looking for a generic name for Viagra. After careful consideration by a team of government experts, it recently announced that it has settled on the generic name of Mycoxafloppin. Also considered were Mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin, Mydixarizin, Dixafix, and of course, Ibepokin. <br> <br>Pfizer Corp. announced today that Viagra will soon be available in liquid form, and will be marketed by Pepsi Cola as a power beverage suitable for use as a mixer. It will now be possible for a man to literally pour himself a stiff one. Obviously we can no longer call this a soft drink, and it gives new meaning to the names of "cocktails", "highballs" and just a good old-fashioned "stiff drink." Pepsi will market the new concoction by the name of: "MOUNT & DO." <br> <br>Thought for the day: There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T08:06:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Basket Of Roses]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two elderly women were in a beauty parlor getting their hair done, when in walked a young chick with a low-cut blouse that revealed a beautiful rose tattooed on one boob. <br> <br>One woman leaned over to the other and said, "Poor thing. She doesn't know it, but in 50 years she'll have a long-stemmed rose in a hanging basket." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-14T08:06:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Wal-Mart Humor]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/walmart_humor.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A very unattractive, nasty, mean-actin' woman walks into Walmart with her two kids. <br> <br>The Walmart greeter asks, "Are they twins?" <br> <br>The ugly woman says, "Hell, no; the oldest one, he's 9, and the younger one, she's 7. Why? Do you think they really look alike?" <br> <br>"Hell, no," replies the greeter. "I just couldn't believe you got laid twice!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-06-23T02:06:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Rules Of Drunk Dialing]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Haha, this is great! <br> <br>1. Only drunk dial when you are drunk. Everything else is false advertisement. <br> <br>2. It is okay to call someone 27 times in one night. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen. <br> <br>3. If you are going to drunk dial a family member, say something nice. Ex. "Mom I'm in McDonald's and they're playing our song. I love you." <br> <br>4. Dirty talk while drunk dialing is always preferred. Who doesn't want to hear your best raspy, phone sex voice at 3 in the A.M. asking to bend them over something. <br> <br>5. Voicemails are always better. This way your friend can let their friends have fun at your expense for days, even weeks to come. <br> <br>6. Drunk texting is alright... If you are prepared to read what you wrote the next day when you are sober. <br> <br>7. It is definitely a good idea to call <em><u>all</u></em> of your exes and remind them that you were the best lover they've ever had and everything they know, they learned from you. This way you can sleep well at night. <br> <br>8. You can also call this same ex and let them know, that you know, that they still love you. Then explain to them that I would still love me too! <br> <br>9. If you are a frequent dialer, never get mad if someone dials you. Be happy they thought of you in this special time. <br> <br>10. It is always a good idea to sing on someone's answering machine or voicemail. <em>Especially</em> a show tune. <br> <br>11. Drunk dialing should be fun and light hearted or dirty and sex crazed... Never angry. <br> <br>12. Most likely you will never drunk dial your best friends. They are usually the ones taking your phone away and reminding you that "you have a problem." <br> <br>13. If you deleted a number sober, it was probably for a good reason. Do not try to retrieve this number. Nothing good can come from it. <br> <br>14. Always call someone you know. Finding random numbers in phone books is bad and usually leads to angry dialing. <br> <br>15. If your cell phone dies, remember everything happens for a reason. Never borrow a friend's phone to do your dialing. <br> <br>16. Drunk dialing to foreign country is usually to costly to be a good idea. But if feel like if you don't call this person you'll just die, brake rule 15 and use a friend's phone. <br> <br>17. Drunk dialing may lead to drunk muffin stuffing.... Be prepared. <br> <br>18. When dialing remember that "hanging out" at 3 in the A.M. usually doesn't involve cards - it's probably going to be more like cheap lube and handcuffs. So be prepared when you really do want to play X-box when your drunk..... "you want me to do what with your box? Play with it?" <br> <br>19. Don't drunk dial in the pool, tub, or rainstorm. It only ends up with you blow drying your phone when you're far to drunk to be using electronics and you wont be able to drunk dial anymore that night. <br> <br>20. Never, I repeat, <em><u>NEVER</em></u> drunk dial your boss, preacher, grandparents, or friend's parents. If you are that hard up to call someone, there is an 800 number on Budweiser boxes. The person on the other line always sounds cute, plus I think they are used to drunk dialers. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-18T09:07:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How To Shower]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>How to Shower Like a Woman: <br> <br> 1. Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.  <br> <br> 2. Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.  <br> <br> 3. Look at your womanly physique in the mirror - make mental note to do more sit-ups.  <br> <br> 4. Get in the shower.  Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah, and pumice stone.  <br> <br> 5. Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.  <br> <br> 6. Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.  <br>  <br> 7. Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced with natural avocado oil. Leave on hair for 15 minutes.  <br> <br> 8. Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.  <br> <br> 9. Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.  <br>  <br>10. Rinse conditioner off hair.  <br> <br>11. Shave armpits and legs.  <br>  <br>12. Turn off shower.  <br>  <br>13. Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower. Spray mold spots with Tilex.  <br> <br>14. Get out of shower. Dry with towel the size of a small country. Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.  <br> <br>15. Check entire body for zits, tweeze hairs.  <br>  <br>16. Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.  <br> <br>17. If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.  <br>  <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>AND NOW... How To Shower Like a Man:  <br> <br> 1. Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.  <br> <br> 2. Walk naked to the bathroom. If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her making the 'woo-woo' sound.  <br> <br> 3. Look in the mirror, look at your wiener and scratch your ass.  <br>  <br> 4. Get in the shower.  <br>  <br> 5. Wash your face.  <br> <br> 6. Wash your armpits.  <br>  <br> 7. Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.  <br>  <br> 8. Make fart noises (real or artificial) and laugh at how loud they sound in the shower.  <br> <br> 9. Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.  <br>  <br>10. Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.  <br>  <br>11. Shampoo your hair.  <br>  <br>12. Make a Shampoo Mohawk.  <br>  <br>13. Pee.  <br>  <br>14. Rinse off and get out of shower.  <br> <br>15. Partially dry off. Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.  <br> <br>16. Admire wiener size in mirror again.  <br>  <br>17. Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.  <br>  <br>18. Return to bedroom with towel around your waist. If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the 'woo-woo' sound again.  <br> <br>19. Throw wet towel on bed.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-19T02:07:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Iowa Women]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties. <br> <br>The first man had married a woman from Michigan and bragged that he had told his wife she was going to do all the dishes and house cleaning.  He said it took a couple days but on the third day he came home to see a clean house and no dirty dishes. <br> <br>The second man had married a woman from Illinois.  He bragged that he had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking.  On the first day he didn't see any results, but the next day it was better. By the third day, he saw a clean house, the dishes were done and she had a huge dinner on the table. <br> <br>The third man had married an Iowa girl. He boasted that he told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal.  He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day most of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye -- enough to fix a bite to eat, load the dish washer, and telephone a landscaper. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-19T07:07:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Test For Dementia]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. OK? <br> <br>Let's find out just how clever you really are... <br> <br>First Question: <br> <br> <br>You are participating in a race. You overtake the second person. What position are you in? <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br> <br>Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second! <br> <br> <br> <br>Try not to mess up next time. Now answer the second question, but don't take as much time as you took for the first question, OK? <br> <br> <br> <br>Second Question: <br> <br> <br> <br>If you overtake the last person, then you are...? <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br> <br>Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person? <br> <br> <br> <br>You're not very good at this, are you? <br> <br> <br>Third Question: <br> <br>Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it. <br> <br> <br>Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000. Now add 10. What is the total? <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>Did you get 5000? <br> <br>The correct answer is actually 4100. <br> <br>If you don't believe it, check it with a calculator! <br> <br> <br>Today is definitely not your day, is it?  Maybe you'll get the last question right... <em>Maybe.</em> <br> <br> <br>Fourth Question: <br> <br> <br> <br>Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono.  What is the name of the fifth daughter? <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br> <br>Did you Answer Nunu? <br> <br>NO! Of course it isn't. Her name is Mary. Read the question again! <br> <br> <br> <br>Okay, now the bonus round: <br> <br> <br>A mute person goes into a shop and wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.  Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants? <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br> <br>He just has to open his mouth and ask... It's really very simple.... Like you! <br> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-25T08:07:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Cool New Words]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><em><u>TRYTHISITIS</u></em> - n. The condition of being too full to eat everything on your plate when you are out to dinner, and thus pawning your food off to everyone at the table while slyly telling everyone "you <u><em>HAVE</em></u> to try this! It's <em>sooooo</em> good!" With the successful bout of <em>Trythisitis</em> you will appear to have responsibly finished your entire plate of food, and in turn saving yourself a world of guilt! <br> <br><em><u>FACON</em></u> - n.  The fake bacon bits served at cheap salad bars. <br> <br><em><u>FICTATE</u> (fik' tayt)</em> - v. To inform a television or screen character of impending danger under the assumption they can hear you. <br>  <br><em><u>FLEN</u> (flen)</em> - n. (chemical symbol: Fl) The black crusty residue that accumulates on the necks of old catsup bottles. <br>  <br><em><u>FOYS</u> (foyz)</em> - n. Missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that you later find stuck to the underside of your arm. <br> <br><em><u>GERTATIOUS</u> (gur tay' shus)</em> - adj. Having the adolescent fear that hanging one's arm over the bed at night will mean being dragged under. <br>  <br><em><u>GIRAFFITI</em></u> - n. Vandalism spray-painted very, very high. <br> <br><em><u>AQUADEXTROUS</u> (ak wa deks' trus)</em> - adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub faucet on and off with your toes. <br> <br><em><u>CARPERPETUATION</u> (kar' pur pet u a shun)</em> - n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance. <br> <br><em><u>DISCONFECT</u> (dis kon fekt')</em> - v. To sterilize the piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, assuming this will somehow 'remove' all the germs. <br> <br><em><u>ELBONICS</u> (el bon' iks)</em> - n. The actions of two people maneuvering for one armrest in a movie theater. <br> <br><em><u>FRUST</u> (frust)</em> - n. The small line of debris that refuses to be swept onto the dust pan and keeps backing a person across the room until he finally decides to give up and sweep it under the rug. <br> <br><em><u>LACTOMANGULATION</u> (lak' to man gyu lay' shun)</em> - n. Manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk container so badly that one has to resort to the 'illegal' side. <br> <br><em><u>PEPPIER</u> (pehp ee ay')</em> - n. The waiter at a fancy restaurant whose sole purpose seems to be walking around asking diners if they want ground pepper. <br> <br><em><u>PHONESIA</u> (fo nee' zhuh)</em> - n. The affliction of dialing a phone number and forgetting whom you were calling just as they answer. <br> <br><em><u>PUPKUS</u> (pup' kus)</em> - n. The moist residue left on a window after a dog presses its nose to it. <br> <br><em><u>TELECRASTINATION</u> (tel e kras tin ay' shun)</em> - n. The act of always letting the phone ring at least twice before you pick it up, even when you're only six inches away. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-25T08:07:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Touche]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A husband wrote the following letter for his wife and left it on the dining room table: <br> <br> <br>"To My Dear Wife: <br> <br>You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 54 years old, can no longer satisfy.  I am very happy with you, and I value you as a good wife. <br> <br>Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel.  Please don't be upset. I shall be home before midnight." <br> <br> <br>When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table: <br> <br> <br>"My Dear Husband: <br> <br>I received your letter. Thank you for your honesty about my being 54 years old.  I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 54 years old, as a math teacher at our local college.  I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. <br> <br>He is young, virtile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old.  As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference: 18 goes into 54 a lot more times than 54 goes into 18. <br> <br>Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow." <br> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-     </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-25T08:07:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Custody Battle]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/custody_battle.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man and his young wife were in divorce court, but the custody of their children posed a problem. <br> <br>Both parents wanted complete custody, but the mother was the first to speak. She leaped to her feet and made her claim to the judge. She argued that since she brought the children into this world, she should retain custody of them. <br> <br>The man was stuck. He also wanted custody of his children, but couldn't think of a good argument. Soon, the judge asked for his justification for getting full custody. <br> <br>After a long silence, the man finally came up with an explanation. He slowly rose from his chair and replied: "Your Honor, when I put a dollar in a vending machine and a soda comes out, does the soda belong to me or to the machine?" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-25T08:07:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Can You Relate?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/myspace/ATT00028.jpg"> <br> <br>My forgetter's getting better, <br>But my rememberer is broke <br>To you that may seem funny <br>But, to me, that is no joke. <br> <br>For when I'm "here" I'm wondering <br>If I really should be "there" <br>And, when I try to think it through, <br>I haven't got a prayer! <br> <br>Often times I walk into a room, <br>And ask "what am I here for?" <br>I wrack my brain, but all in vain! <br>A zero, is my score. <br> <br>At times I put something away <br>Where it is safe, but, Gee! <br>The person it is safest from <br>Is, generally, me! <br> <br>When shopping I may see someone, <br>Say "Hi!" and have a chat, <br>Then, when the person walks away <br>I ask myself, "who was that?" <br> <br>Yes, my forgetter's getting better <br>While my rememberer is broke, <br>And it's driving me plumb crazy <br>And that isn't any joke.  </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-25T09:07:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Unbelievable Truck!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/unbelievable_truck.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>An independent trucker has painted his cab and trailer with the names of all those who lost their lives in 9/11.  The trucker's name is John Holmgren from Shafer, Minn.  The trucker has been "pulled over" numerous times just so the troopers can get their picture taken with the truck: <center> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cemitruck01.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cemitruck02.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cemitruck03.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cemitruck04.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cemitruck05.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cemitruck06.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cemitruck07.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-07-26T11:07:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[3 TOUGH Questions]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <u>Question</u> <u>1</u>: <br /> <br />If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion? <br /> <br />(Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.) <br /> <br /> <br /><u>Question</u> <u>2</u>: <br /> <br />It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates: <br /> <br /><i><u>Candidate</u> <u>A</u>:</i> <br /> <br />Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day. <br /> <br /> <br /><i><u>Candidate</u> <u>B</u>:</i> <br /> <br />He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening. <br /> <br /> <br /><i><u>Candidate</u> <u>C</u>:</i> <br /> <br />He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife. Which of these candidates would be your choice? (Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.) <br /> <br />------------------------------------------------------------- <br /> <br />Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt. <br />Candidate B is Winston Churchill. <br />Candidate C is Adolph Hitler. <br /> <br />And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question: If you said <i>YES,</i> you just killed Beethoven. <br /> <br />Pretty interesting, isn't it? Makes a person think before judging someone. <br /> <br />Never be afraid to try something new! <br />Remember: Amateurs... built the ark. <br />Professionals... built the Titanic. <br /> <br /> <br /><u>Question</u> <u>3</u>: <br /> <br />And Finally, can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees and has the following statistics?: <br />* 29 have been accused of spousal abuse. <br />* 7 have been arrested for fraud. <br />* 19 have been accused of writing bad checks. <br />* 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses. <br />* 3 have done time for assault. <br />* 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit. <br />* 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges. <br />* 8 have been arrested for shoplifting. <br />* 21 are currently defendants in lawsuits. <br />* 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year... <br /> <br />Can you guess which organization this is? <br /> <br /> <br />Give up yet? <br /> <br />It's the 535 members of the United States Congress. The same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep the rest of us in line. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T12:08:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Links]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Hey guys, it's Link time again!  Check these out: <br> <br><a href="http://www.pibmug.com/files/map_test.swf">Third Grade Test</a> <br>Think you're so smart?  Test your brains on this simple Third Grade test. <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.frontiernet.net/~cdm/age1.html">Age Gauge</a> <br>This is very interesting for those of you interested in age facts! <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www3.telus.net/public/a7a55952/sweettaters.htm">The Tater People</a> <br>Very cute!  Check it out!! <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.thefullkit.com">Iowa City Tornado Damage</a> <br>For any of you that remember the tornado that ripped through Iowa City in April, this photo gallery has tons of pictures for you to view. <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.mcsaatchi.webcentral.com.au/tennischallenge/optus_tennis_site_edited.html">The Optus Tennis Challenge</a> <br>This game is very hard!  The point of the game is to keep the ball in the air.  Try it if you think you're skilled enough!! <br> <br> <br><a href="http://blueballfixed.ytmnd.com/">Blue Ball Machine</a> <br>Ever feel like this at work? <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.weddingcrashersmovie.com/crashthistrailer/index.htm?id=295045">Wedding Crashers</a> <br>Make your own "Wedding Crashers" movie trailer! Sponsored by Budweiser. <br> <br> <br><a href="http://community-2.webtv.net/Velpics/HUM/">The Birth Of A Hummingbird</a> <br>A lady found a hummingbird nest and got pictures all the way from the egg to leaving the nest. Took 24 days from birth to flight. You'll probably never in your lifetime see this again. The photography is wonderful. <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp">Birthday Calculater</a> <br>Calculates all kinds of cool facts about your birthday! <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1VmGjJJFrc&amp;search=drunk%20police">Funny DUI</a> <br>This clip is hilarious!  Make sure to watch it!! <br> <br> <br><a href="http://ebaumsworld.com/2006/07/fudgepacker.html">Fudge Packer</a> <br>Funny video about the life of a Factory worker. <br> <br>Have a great day! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T07:08:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Mud Hole]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A husband and wife were driving down a country lane when they came to a muddy patch in the road and got stuck. After a few minutes of trying to get the car out, they saw a young farmer coming down the lane in his truck. <br> <br>The farmer stopped when he saw the couple and offered to pull the car out of the mud for fifty dollars. The husband accepted, and minutes later the car was free. The farmer said, "You know, you're the tenth car I've helped out of the mud today." <br> <br>The husband looked incredulously at the farmer and asked, "When do you have time to plough your fields? At night?" <br> <br>"No," the young farmer replied seriously. "Night is when I put the water in the hole."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T07:08:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Nursing Home Fun]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Three mischievous old women were sitting on a bench outside of a nursing home when an old man walked by. One of them called out to the man, "We bet we can tell exactly how old you are." <br> <br>"There ain't no way you can guess it, you old fools." the man replied. <br> <br>The women said, "Sure we can! Just drop your undershorts and we can tell your exact age." <br> <br>Embarrassed, the man dropped his drawers. The women stared at him for a while and asked him to turn around a couple of times. Then, they all piped up and said, "You're 84 years old!" <br> <br>"How in the world did you guess?" the old man stammered. <br> <br>The old women snickered. Slapping their knees and grinning from ear to ear, all three happily yelled in unison, "Because you told us yesterday!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T07:08:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Finding The Right Girl]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>When I was 14, all I wanted was a girl with big tits. <br> <br>When I was 16, I dated a girl with big tits, but there was no passion. So I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life. <br> <br>In college, I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with some stability. <br> <br>When I was 25, I found a very stable girl, but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided I needed a girl with some excitement. <br> <br>When I was 28, I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad, impetuous things and flirted with everyone she met. She made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some ambition. <br> <br>When I turned 31, I found a smart, ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned. <br> <br>Now I am 47, and all I want is a girl with big tits. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T07:08:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Farmer John]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Farmer John lived on a quiet rural highway.  But, as time went by, the traffic  slowly built up at an alarming rate. The traffic was so heavy and so fast that his  chickens were being run over at a rate of three to six a day.     <br>So one day Farmer John called the sheriff's office and said, "You've got to do something about all of these people driving so fast and killing all of my chickens."  <br>  <br>"What do you want me to do?" asked the sheriff.  <br> <br>"I don't care, just do something about those crazy drivers!"  <br> <br>So the next day the sheriff had the county workers go out and erect a sign that said: <em>SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING</em>  <br>  <br>Three days later Farmer John called the sheriff and said, "You've got to do something about these drivers. The 'school crossing' sign seems to make them go even faster."  <br> <br>So, again, the sheriff sends out the county workers and they put up a new sign: <em>SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY</em>  <br> <br>That really sped them up. So Farmer John called and called and called every day for three weeks. Finally, he asked the sheriff, "Your signs are doing no good. Can I put up my own sign?"  <br> <br>The sheriff told him, "Sure thing, put up your own sign." He was going to let the Farmer John do just about anything in order to get him to stop calling everyday to complain.  <br>  <br>The sheriff got no more calls from Farmer John.  <br> <br>Three weeks later, curiosity got the best of the sheriff and he decided to give Farmer John a call. "How's the problem with those drivers? Did you put up your sign?"  <br> <br>"Oh, I sure did. And not one chicken has been killed since then. I've got to go. I'm very busy." He hung up the phone.  <br> <br>The sheriff was really curious now and he thought to himself, "I'd better go out there and take a look at that sign... it might be something that we could use to slow down drivers..."  <br>  <br>So the sheriff drove out to Farmer John's house, and his jaw dropped the moment he saw the sign. It was spray-painted on a sheet of wood: <em>NUDIST COLONY: Go slow and watch out for chicks!!</em> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T07:08:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Bum]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man is walking down a city street when a disheveled and odorous panhandler approaches him and asks for money. <br> <br>The man looks over the bum and asks, "Will you buy booze?" <br> <br>"No," The bum replies. <br> <br>"Will you gamble it away?" <br> <br>Again, the bum replies, "No." <br> <br>Finally, the man smiles and asks, "Will you come home with me?" <br> <br>Confused, and getting a little nervous, the panhandler asks, "Why do you want me to come with you?" <br> <br>The man replied, "I want my wife to see what happens to a man who doesn't drink or gamble." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T07:08:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Martini Drinker]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A businessman enters a tavern, sits down at the bar, and orders a double martini on the rocks. <br> <br>After he finishes the drink, he peeks inside his shirt pocket, then orders the bartender to prepare another double martini. <br> <br>After he finishes that it, he again peeks inside his shirt pocket and orders the bartender to bring another double martini. <br> <br>The bartender says, "Look, buddy, I'll bring you martinis all night long, but you gotta tell me why you look inside your shirt pocket before you order a refill." <br> <br>The customer replies, "I'm peeking at a photo of my wife. When she starts to look good, I know it's time to go home." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T08:08:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Question]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Question: You are driving in a car at a constant speed.  On your left side is a valley and on your right side is a fire engine traveling at the same speed as you. <br> <br>In front of you is a galloping pig which is the same size as your car and you cannot overtake it.  Behind you is a helicopter flying at ground level. <br> <br>Both the giant pig and the helicopter are also traveling at the same speed as you. <br> <br>What must you do to safely get out of this highly dangerous situation? <br> <br> <br>Answer: <br>Get off the children's carousel and, next time, don't drink so much. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T08:08:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Iowa Blonde]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The Coolest License Plate For A Blonde <u><em>Ever</u>:</em> <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/blondlicenseplate.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T08:08:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I Will Live To Be 80]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "fairly well" for my age. <br> <br>A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, "Do you think I'll live to be 80?" <br> <br>He asked, "Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?" <br> <br>"Oh no," I replied. "I'm not doing drugs, either." <br>  <br>Then he asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?" <br> <br>I said, "No, my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!" <br> <br>Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?" <br>  <br>"No, I don't," I said. <br> <br>He asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?" <br> <br>"No," I replied. "I don't do any of those things." <br> <br>He looked at me and said, "Then, why do you give a shit?"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T08:08:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Lecture From The Dean]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>On the first day of college, the dean addressed the students, pointing out some of the rules: <br> <br>"The female dormitory will be out-of-bounds for all male students," he says. "And the male dormitory is off limits to the female students. Anybody caught breaking this rule will be fined $20 the first time. Anybody caught breaking this rule the second time will be fined $60. Being caught a third time will cost you $180. Are there any questions?" <br> <br>In the back of the room, a young man raised his hand. <br> <br>"Yes?" asked the dean. <br> <br>"How much for a season pass?"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-01T08:08:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Diamond Ad Promos]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/diamond1.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/diamond2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/diamond3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/diamond4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/diamond5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/diamond6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/diamond7.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T01:08:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[One-Liner]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Question: If big-boobed women work at Hooters... Where do one-legged women work? <br> <br>Answer: At IHOP!!  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T01:08:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Court Dictation]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>These are from a book called Disorder in American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of not laughing while these exchanges were actually being spoken. <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active? <br>WITNESS: No, I just lie there. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth? <br>WITNESS: July 18th. <br>ATTORNEY: What year? <br>WITNESS: Every year. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact? <br>WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all? <br>WITNESS: Yes. <br>ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory? <br>WITNESS: I forget. <br>ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot? <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you? <br>WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which. <br>ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you? <br>WITNESS: Forty-five years. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning? <br>WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?" <br>ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you? <br>WITNESS: My name is Susan. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo? <br>WITNESS: We both do. <br>ATTORNEY: Voodoo? <br>WITNESS: We do. <br>ATTORNEY: You do? <br>WITNESS: Yes, voodoo. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Now  doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning? <br>WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam? <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he? <br>WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty-one. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken? <br>WITNESS: Would you repeat the question? <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was May 8? <br>WITNESS: Yes. <br>ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time? <br>WITNESS: Uh.... <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: She had three children, right? <br>WITNESS: Yes. <br>ATTORNEY: How many were boys? <br>WITNESS: None. <br>ATTORNEY: Were there any girls? <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated? <br>WITNESS: By death. <br>ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated? <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual? <br>WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard. <br>ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female? <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney? <br>WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people? <br>WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to? <br>WITNESS: Oral. <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body? <br>WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m. <br>ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time? <br>WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on  him! <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample? <br>WITNESS: Huh? <br>______________________________ <br> <br>ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse? <br>WITNESS: No. <br>ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure? <br>WITNESS: No. <br>ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing? <br>WITNESS: No. <br>ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? <br>WITNESS: No. <br>ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor? <br>WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar. <br>ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive anyway? <br>WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somwhere. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T01:08:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[5%]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>One day God was looking down at Earth and saw all of the rascally behavior that was going on. So he called one of His angels and sent the angel to Earth for a time. <br> <br>When he returned, he told God, "Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not." <br> <br>God thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion." So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time too. <br> <br>When the angel returned he went to God and said, "Yes, it's true. The Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good." <br> <br>God was not pleased. So He decided to e-mail the 5% that were good, because He wanted to encourage them, give them a little something to help them keep going. <br> <br>Do you know what the e-mail said? <br> <br>Okay, just wondering; I didn't get one either... <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/advertisements_you_will_never_see.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T02:08:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Advertisements You Will Never See!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Haha, these are good! <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/advertise1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/advertise2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/advertise3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/advertise4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/advertise5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/advertise6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/advertise7.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T07:08:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Grandma's Retirement Party]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/grandmas_retirement_party.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center>Festive Party At Nice Restaurant - $400.00 <br /> <br />Caterer - $800.00 <br /> <br />Beer, Wine &amp; Liquor - $500.00 <br /> <br />Nude Male Stripper - $75.00 Per Hour <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/grandma.jpg"> <br /> <br />Pictures Of Grandma Blowing The Stripper - PRICELESS </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T07:08:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Calvin Comic]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Haha, this is cute! <center><br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calvincomic.jpg"> </center><br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T07:08:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Vacation Home For Rent]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Two of my friends have just purchased a one-bedroom condo near Sanabel Island in South Florida as an investment property. <br /> <br />It finally closed last week, so they thought that they would let you all know in case anyone is interested in accommodations for an upcoming getaway to the island. It's available for weekends or on a weekly basis. For now,I will be handling bookings until they can find an agent. <br /> <br />Weekends will cost about $100 for three nights and $250 for the week. These prices are low because this time of the year there is not much travel to that part of Florida. <br /> <br />In any case, it's a one bedroom, high-rise unit that overlooks the ocean, nestled among lush greens, and has a lovely ocean view from every window! See photo below. <br /> <br />Let me know if you're interested &amp; I will pass the word along to them... <br /> <br /> <div align="center">   <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/vacationhome.jpg">   <br /> </div> <br />Haha, have a great day! <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T08:08:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The NEW Banana Hammock]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Here is your new men's suit for the summer... Can you believe it?  This is for real!! He was spotted on the beaches near Tampa!  <center> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/camerapic.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT33.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT44.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT55.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/scary.gif"> <br>Yikes! </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T08:08:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Fifth Grade Play]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A little boy in the fifth grade was trying out for a school play. <br> <br>After the audition, he was excited to learn that he earned a part. He ran home to tell his father. <br> <br>His father was really proud of him. He asked, "What part did you get?" <br> <br>"I got the part of a man who has been married for 25 years!" the boy replied. <br> <br>His father congratulated him, but had one more comment for his son. <br> <br>"That's good, son. Maybe next time you'll get a speaking role!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T08:08:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Seven Kinds Of Sex]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Recent Research Shows That There Are 7 Kinds Of Sex: <br /> <br />The 1st kind of sex is called: <i>Smurf Sex.</i> This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are blue in the face. <br /> <br />The 2nd kind of sex is called: <i>Kitchen Sex.</i> This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so horny you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen. <br /> <br />The 3rd kind of sex is called: <i>Bedroom Sex.</i> This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom. <br /> <br />The 4th kind of sex is called: <i>Hallway Sex.</i> This is when you have been with your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you both say "screw you." <br /> <br />The 5th kind of sex is called: <i>Religious Sex,</i> which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night. <br /> <br />The 6th kind of sex is called: <i>Courtroom Sex.</i> This is when you cannot stand your wife (husband) any more. She takes you to court and screws you in front of everyone. <br /> <br />And last, but not least: <br /> <br />The 7th kind of sex is called: <i>Social Security Sex.</i> You get a little each month... But not enough to live on. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T08:08:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Purina Diet]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is freaking <u><em>hilarious</u>!</em> <br> <br>I have a Labrador retriever, and was buying a large bag of Purina at Wal-Mart and was in line to check out. <br> <br>The woman behind me asked if I had a dog? (Duh!) <br> <br>On impulse, I told her no, I was starting The Purina Diet again. Although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital the last time. But I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms. <br> <br>I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. <br> <br>I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story, particularly a tall guy who was standing behind her. <br> <br>Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. <br> <br>I told her no, I'd been sitting in the street licking my balls and a car hit me. <br> <br>I thought the guy standing behind her was going to have to have help as he laughingly staggered to the door. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T08:08:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pentagon Announcement]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The Pentagon announced TODAY the formation of a new 500-man elite fighting unit called the United States Redneck Special Forces (USRSF). <br> <br>These Alabama, Arkansas, Georgia, Kentucky, Mississippi, West Virginia, Missouri, Oklahoma, Tennessee, and Texas boys will be dropped off into Iraq and have been given only the following facts about terrorists: <br> <br>1. The season opened today. <br>2. There is no limit. <br>3. They taste just like chicken. <br>4. They don 't like beer, pickups, country music or Jesus. <br>5. They are directly responsible for the death of Dale Earnhardt. <br> <br>The Pentagon expects the problem in Iraq to be over by Friday. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T08:08:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Curtain Rods]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases. <br> <br>On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things. <br> <br>On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of Chardonnay. <br> <br>When she had finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells, dipped in caviar, into the hollow of the curtain rods. <br> <br>She then cleaned up the kitchen and left. <br> <br>When the husband returned with his new girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house began to smell. They tried everything - cleaning and mopping and airing the place out.  Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. <br> <br>Air fresheners were hung everywhere.  Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool carpeting.  <br>  <br>Nothing worked.  People stopped coming over to visit... <br> <br>Repairmen refused to work in the house... <br> <br>The maid quit... <br> <br>Finally, they could not take the stench any longer and decided to move. <br> <br>A month later, even though they had cut their price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house.  Word got out, and eventually, even the local realtors refused to return their calls. <br> <br>Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place. <br> <br>The ex-wife called the man, and asked how things were going.  He told her the saga of the rotting house. <br> <br>She listened politely, and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back. <br> <br>Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the smell was, he agreed on price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth. But only if she were to sign the papers that very day.  She agreed, and within the hour, his lawyers delivered the paperwork. <br> <br>A week later, the man and his new girlfriend stood smirking as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to their new home... including the curtain rods. <br> <br>*Sigh* I just <em><u>love</u></em> a happy ending, don't you?  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-02T09:08:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Redneck Scrapbook]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> This One Is Good! <center> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img 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src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck28.jpg"> <br />Redneck Dog <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck30.jpg"> <br />Redneck Car Lock <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck32.jpg"> <br />Redneck Bass Boat <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck33.jpg"> <br />Redneck Horseshoes <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck34.jpg"> <br />Redneck Vision <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck35.jpg"> <br />Redneck Palm Pilot <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck36.jpg"> <br />Redneck Hunter <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck39.jpg"> <br />Redneck Way Of Moving <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck40.jpg"> <br />Redneck Date-Mobile <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck41.jpg"> <br />Redneck Bathing Suit Pageant <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck42.jpg"> <br />Redneck Spring Break <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck43.jpg"> <br />Redneck Skiing <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck44.jpg"> <br />Redneck Engagement Announcement <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck45.jpg"> <br />Redneck Mailbox <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck46.jpg"> <br />Redneck Dog House <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck47.jpg"> <br />Redneck Prom <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck48.jpg"> <br />Redneck Pick-Up <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck49.jpg"> <br />Redneck Wedding <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck50.jpg"> <br />Redneck Wedding Cake <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck51.jpg"> <br />Redneck Doorbell <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck52.jpg"> <br />Redneck Shopping <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck54.jpg"> <br />Redneck Fieldtrip <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck53.jpg"> <br />Redneck Loses Dog <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck37.jpg"> <br />Floods Don't Stop Rednecks From Fishing! <br /> <br /> <br />And finally... A new trend in Paris: <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck18.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />...And this is how the Rednecks Do It! <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/redneck19.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-03T11:08:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Nosy Neighbor]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>On Saturday  afternoon, I was sitting in my lawn chair, drinking beer and watching my wife mow the lawn.  <br> <br>The neighbor lady from across the street was so outraged that she came over and shouted at me, "You should be hung."   <br> <br>I took a drink from my can of Molson Canadian, wiped the cold foam from my lips, lifted my darkened Ray ban Sunglasses and stared directly at this nosy neighbor and then calmly replied, "I am. That's why she cuts the grass."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-03T11:08:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How To Raise Morale At Work]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/raisingworkmorale.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-21T06:08:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Funny Cartoons]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/funny_cartoons.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT1721654.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT1721655.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT1721656.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT1721657.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT1721659.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ATT1721660.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T10:08:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Important Qualities Of A Doctor]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is hilarious!!  <br>  <br>At Vet School First-year students at Texas A&M's Vet School were receiving the first anatomy class, with a real dead cow. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet.   <br>  <br>The professor started the class by telling them, "In vet medicine, it is necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor: The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the animal body.   <br>  <br>For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck a finger in the butt of the dead cow, withdrew it and stuck a finger in his mouth. "Go ahead and do the same thing," he told his students.   <br>  <br>The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes. But eventually took turns sticking a finger in the anal opening of the dead cow and sucking on it.   <br>  <br>When everyone finished, the Professor looked at them and told them, "The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T05:08:30-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Women's Ass Survey]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>There is a new study just released by the American Psychiatric Association about women and how they feel about their asses. The results are pretty interesting:  <br>  <br>1. 5% of women surveyed feel their ass is too big.  <br>  <br>2. 10% of women surveyed feel their ass is too small.  <br>  <br>3. The remaining 85% say they don't care - they love him; he's a good man, and they would have married him anyway.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T05:08:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hell On Wheels]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors.    <br />   <br />Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.    <br />   <br />One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. "STOP!," he shouted in a firm voice. "Have you got a license for that thing?" Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. "OK" he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.    <br />   <br />As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, Weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted "STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?" Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said "On your way, Ma'am."    <br />   <br />As Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, butt naked, and holding his <em>"You-Know-What"</em> in his hand.  </p>  <p>   <br />"Oh, good grief!" yelled Ethel, "Not that Damn Breathalyzer Test again!!!"    <br />   <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T05:08:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Anger Management (A "How To" Version)]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you <em><u>don't</u></em> know.  <br>  <br>I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."  <br>  <br>I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"  <br>  <br>Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right &%$#ing number!" and the phone was slammed down in my ear.  <br>  <br>I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.  <br>  <br>After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.  <br>  <br>Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!"  <br>  <br>It always cheered me up.  <br>  <br>When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole calling" would have to stop.  <br>  <br>So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Verizon Company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"  <br>  <br>He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.  <br>  <br>I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"  <br>  <br>One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.  <br>  <br>A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.  <br>  <br>I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"  <br>  <br>"Yes, it is," he replied.  <br>  <br>"Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.  <br>  <br>"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."  <br>  <br>"What's your name?" I asked.  <br>  <br>"My name is Don Hansen," he said.  <br>  <br>"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"  <br>  <br>"I'm home every evening after five."  <br>  <br>"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"  <br>  <br>"Yes?"  <br>  <br>"Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.  <br>  <br>Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1. "Hello."  <br>  <br>"You're an asshole!" I yelled. (But I didn't hang up.)  <br>  <br>"Are you still there?" he asked.  <br>  <br>"Yeah," I said.  <br>  <br>"Stop calling me," he screamed.  <br>  <br>"Make me," I said.  <br>  <br>"Who are you?" he asked.  <br>  <br>"My name is Don Hansen."  <br>  <br>"Yeah? Where do you live?"  <br>  <br>"Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."  <br>  <br>He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers!"  <br>  <br>I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.  <br>  <br>Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said.  <br>  <br>"Hello, asshole," I said.  <br>  <br>He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."  <br>  <br>"You'll what?" I said.  <br>  <br>"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.  <br>  <br>I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."  <br>  <br>Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.  <br>  <br>I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.   <br>  <br><u><em>NOW</em></u> I feel much better!!  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T05:08:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Juggler]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man is driving home, when is pulled over by a patrolman for a broken blinker. The cop looks into the guys' car and sees a collection of knives in the backseat.   <br>  <br>"Sir," the cop says. "Why do you have all those knives?"   <br>  <br>"They're for my juggling act," the man says.   <br>  <br>"I don't believe you," says the cop. "Prove it."   <br>  <br>So the man gets out of his car and begins juggling the knives. At the same time, a car with two guys in it drives by.   <br>  <br>"Man," says the first guy. "I'm glad I quit drinking. These new sobriety tests are hard!"   <br>  @-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T05:08:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Workout Journal]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.   <br>  <br>Dear Diary,   <br>  <br>For my fiftieth birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my college football team 30 yrs ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.   <br>  <br>I called the club and made my reservation with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26 yr old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress:   <br>  <br>MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 AM. Tough to get out of bed, but it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She was something of a Greek goddess -- with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile.   <br>  <br>Woo Hoo!!!!!   <br>  <br>Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. She took my pulse after 5 minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed that my pulse was so fast, but I attributed it to standing next to her in her Lycra aerobics outfit. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today.   <br>  <br>Very inspiring, Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a <em>FANTASTIC</em> week!!   <br>  <br>  <br>TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air, and then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel <em><u>GREAT</u>!!</em> It's a whole new life for me.   <br>  <br>  <br>WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.   <br>  <br>Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.   <br>  <br>My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.   <br>  <br>  <br>THURSDAY: Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes.   <br>  <br>Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the men's room.. She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine - which I sank.   <br>  <br>  <br>FRIDAY: I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there were a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.   <br>  <br>Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps. And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the *&%#(#&**!!@*@ barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.   <br>  <br>The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?   <br>  <br>  <br>SATURDAY: Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.   <br>  <br>  <br>SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year, my wife (the bitch), will choose a gift for me that is fun like a root canal or a vasectomy   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T06:08:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Life...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>On the first day, God created the dog and said: "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past.  For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."   <br>  <br>The dog said: "That's a long time to be barking!  How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"   <br>  <br>So God agreed.   <br>  <br>On the second day, God created the monkey and said: "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh.  For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."   <br>  <br>The monkey said: "Monkey tricks for twenty years?  That's a pretty long time to perform!  How about I give you back ten like the dog did?"   <br>  <br>And God agreed.   <br>  <br>On the third day, God created the cow and said: "You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves, and give milk to support the farmer's family.  For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years."   <br>  <br>The cow said: "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years!  How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?"   <br>  <br>And God agreed again.   <br>  <br>On the fourth day, God created man and said: "Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life.  For this, I'll give you twenty years."   <br>  <br>But man said: "Only twenty years?  Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back - that makes eighty, okay?"   <br>  <br>"Okay," said God, "You asked for it."   <br>  <br>So that is why the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves.  For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.  For the next ten years, we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.  And for the last ten years, we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.   <br>  <br>Life has now been explained to you.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T06:08:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Diary Entry Of A Blonde]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Dear Diary,  <br>  <br>Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with those expensive double pane energy efficient kind. But today I got a call from the contractor who installed them. He was complaining that the work had been completed a whole year ago and I hadn't paid for them.  <br>  <br>Hellloooo?  Now just because I'm blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid. So, I told him just what his fast talking sales guy had told ME last year... namely, that in just ONE YEAR these windows would pay for <em>THEMSELVES.</em> Helllooooo? It's been a year!  <br>  <br>There was only silence at the other end of the line, so I finally just hung up. He didn't call back.  <br>  <br>Guess I won that stupid argument.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T06:08:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Little James Goes To School]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p><em>LITTLE JAMES ON MATH    <br /></em>   <br />A teacher asks her class, "If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?" She calls on little James.    <br />   <br />He replies, "None, they will all fly away with the first gunshot."    <br />   <br />The teacher replies, "The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking."    <br />   <br />Then little James says, "I have a question for YOU. There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream: One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?"    <br />   <br />The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, "Well, I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone."    <br />   <br />To which Little James replied, "The correct answer is 'the one with the wedding ring on," but I like your thinking."    <br />   <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  </p>  <p>   <br /><em>LITTLE JAMES ON MATH (Part 2)    <br /></em>   <br />Little James returns from school and says he got an F in arithmetic.    <br />   <br />"Why?" asks the father?    <br />   <br />"The teacher asked 'How much is 2x3,'" I said "6", replies James.    <br />   <br />"But that's right!" says his dad.    <br />   <br />"Yeah, but then she asked me "How much is 3x2?'"    <br />   <br />"What's the &amp;^%$ing difference?" asks the father.    <br />   <br />"That's what I said!"    <br />   <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    <br />   <br /><em>LITTLE JAMES ON ENGLISH    <br /></em>   <br />Little James goes to school, and the teacher says, "Today we are going to learn multi-syllable words, class. Does anybody have an example of a multi-syllable word?"    <br />   <br />James says "Mas-tur-bate."    <br />   <br />Miss Rogers smiles and says, "Wow, little James, that's a mouthful."    <br />   <br />Little James says, "No, Miss Rogers, you're thinking of a blowjob."    <br />   <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    <br />   <br /><em>LITTLE JAMES ON GRAMMAR</em>    <br />   <br />Little James was sitting in class one day. All of a sudden, he needed to go to the bathroom. He yelled out, "Miss Jones, I need to take a piss!!"    <br />   <br />The teacher replied, 'Now, James, that is <u><em>NOT</u></em> the proper word to use in this situation. The correct word you want to use is 'urinate.' Please use the word 'ur-i-nate' in a sentence correctly, and I will allow you to go."    <br />   <br />Little James, thinks for a bit, and then says, "You're an eight, but if you had bigger tits, you'd be a TEN!"    <br />   <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    <br />   <br /><em>LITTLE JAMES ON GRAMMAR (Part 2)</em>    <br />   <br />One day, during lessons on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands from those who could use the word "beautiful" in the same sentence twice.    <br />   <br />First, she called on little Suzie, who responded with, "My father bought my mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it."    <br />   <br />"Very good, Suzie," replied the teacher. She then called on little Michael.    <br />   <br />"My mommy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully."    <br />   <br />She said, "Excellent, Michael!" Then the teacher reluctantly called on Little James.    <br />   <br />"Last night at the dinner table, my sister told my father that she was pregnant, and he said 'Beautiful, just *&amp;^%ing beautiful!'"    <br />   <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    <br />   <br /><em>LITTLE JAMES ON GETTING OLDER    <br /></em>   <br />Little James was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.    <br />   <br />After the 6th one a man on the bench across from him said, "Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."    <br />   <br />Little James replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."    <br />   <br />The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"    <br />   <br />Little James answered, "No, he minded his own *&amp;^%ing business!"    <br />   <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-08-31T06:08:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Men DO Remember Anniversaries!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.  </p>  <p>   <br />She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wiped a tear from his eye and takes a sip of this coffee. "What's the matter, dear?" She whispers as she steps into the room, "Why are you down here at this time of night?"    <br />   <br />The husband looks up from is coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.    <br />   <br />The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring and sensitive. "Yes I do," she replies.    <br />   <br />The husband paused. The words were not coming easily. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?"    <br />   <br />"Yes, I remember," said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.    <br />   <br />The husband continued. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to Jail for 20 years?'"    <br />   <br />"I remember that, too" she replied softly.    <br />   <br />He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "I would have gotten out today."    <br />   <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T11:09:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Corny Jokes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>It's a proven fact that you can't read these & stay in a bad mood:  <br>  <br>1. How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit?   <br>Unique Up On It.   <br>  <br>2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?   <br>Tame Way, Unique Up On It.   <br>  <br>3. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest?   <br>They Take The Psycho Path   <br>  <br>4. How Do You Get Holy Water?   <br>You Boil The Hell Out Of It.   <br>  <br>5. What Do Fish Say When They Hit a Concrete Wall?   <br>Dam!   <br>  <br>6. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice too Long?   <br>Polaroid's   <br>  <br>7. What Do You Call a Boomerang That Doesn't work?   <br>A Stick   <br>  <br>8. What Do You Call Cheese That Isn't Yours?   <br>Nacho Cheese.   <br>  <br>9. What Do You Call Santa's Helpers?   <br>Subordinate Clauses.   <br>  <br>10. What Do You Call Four Bullfighters In Quicksand?   <br>Quattro Sinko.   <br>  <br>11. What Do You Get From a Pampered Cow?   <br>Spoiled Milk.   <br>  <br>12. What Do You Get When You Cross a Snowman With a Vampire?   <br>Frostbite.   <br>  <br>13. What Lies At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Twitches?   <br>A Nervous Wreck.   <br>  <br>14. What's The Difference Between Roast Beef And Pea Soup?   <br>Anyone Can Roast Beef.   <br>  <br>15. Where Do You Find a Dog With No Legs?   <br>Right Where You Left Him.   <br>  <br>16. Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils?   <br>Because They Have Big Fingers.   <br>  <br>17. Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive?   <br>Because It Scares The Dog.   <br>  <br>18. What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic?   <br>Sanka.   <br>  <br>19. What Is The Difference Between a Harley And a Hoover?   <br>The Location Of The Dirt Bag.   <br>  <br>20. Why Did Pilgrims' Pants Always Fall Down?   <br>Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat.   <br>  <br>21. What's The Difference Between a Bad Golfer And a Bad Skydiver?   <br>A Bad Golfer Goes, Whack, Dang!   <br>A Bad Skydiver Goes Dang! Whack.   <br>  <br>22. How Are a Texas Tornado And a Tennessee Divorce The Same?   <br>Somebody's Gonna Lose A Trailer...   <br>  <br>Now, admit it. At least one of these made you smile!  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T11:09:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[High Tech Yuppie]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/high_tech_yuppie.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A West Texas cowboy was herding his cattle in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him.    <br>  <br>The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how any cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?"  <br>  <br>The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, why not?"  <br>  <br>The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.  <br>  <br>The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany.  Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that has processed the image and has stored the data.  He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.  <br>  <br>Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his Hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1586 cows and calves."  <br>  <br>"That's right.  Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says the cowboy.  He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.  <br>  <br>Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"  <br>  <br>The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"  <br>  <br>"You're a consultant for the National Democratic Party." says the cowboy.  <br>  <br>"Wow!  That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"  <br>  <br>"No guessing required."  answered the cowboy.  "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew to a question I never asked.  You tried to show me how much smarter you are, and you don't know a darn thing about cows... now give me back my dog."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T11:09:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Italian Diet!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>ITALIAN PASTA DIET -- IT REALLY WORKS !!   <br>  <br>1. You walka pasta da bakery.   <br>  <br>2. You walka pasta da candy store.   <br>  <br>3. You walka pasta da Ice Cream shop.   <br>  <br>4. You walka pasta da table and fridge.   <br>  <br>You <em><u>will</u></em> lose weight!   <br>  <br>  <br>CONCERNED ABOUT TOO MANY CARBS IN YOUR DIET?   <br>  <br>For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition  and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies:   <br>  <br>1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.   <br>  <br>2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.   <br>  <br>3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than   Americans.   <br>  <br>4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than   Americans.   <br>  <br>5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.   <br>  <br>CONCLUSION:   <br>  <br>Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T12:09:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Winter Classes For Men]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_winter_classes_for_men.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>NEW WINTER CLASSES FOR MEN AT THE LEARNING CENTER FOR ADULTS:  <br>    <br>REGISTRATION MUST BE COMPLETED BY NOVEMBER 1ST, 2006  <br>NOTE: DUE TO THE COMPLEXITY AND DIFFICULTY LEVEL OF THEIR CONTENTS, CLASS SIZES WILL BE LIMITED TO 8 PARTICIPANTS MAXIMUM.  <br>   <br>Class 1:  <br>"How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays" - Step by Step, with Slide Presentation.  <br>Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.  <br>   <br>Class 2:  <br>"The Toilet Paper Roll - Does It Change Itself?" - Round Table Discussion.  <br>Meets 2 weeks, Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.  <br>   <br>Class 3:  <br>"Is It Possible To Urinate Using The Technique Of Lifting The Seat and Avoiding The Floor, Walls and Nearby Bathtub?" - Group Practice.  <br>Meets 4 weeks, Saturday 10:00 PM for 2 hours.  <br>   <br>Class 4:  <br>"Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor" - Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.  <br>Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.  <br>   <br>Class 5:  <br>"After Dinner Dishes: Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?" - Examples on Video.  <br>Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.  <br>   <br>Class 6:  <br>"Loss Of Identity: Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other" - Help Line Support and Support Groups.  <br>Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM.  <br>   <br>Class 7:  <br>"Learning How To Find Things: Starting With Looking In The Right Places And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming" - Open Forum.  <br>Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours.  <br>   <br>Class 8:  <br>"Health Watch: Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health." - Graphics and Audio Tapes.  <br>Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.  <br>   <br>Class 9:  <br>"Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost" - Real Life Testimonials.  <br>Tuesdays at 6:00 PM - Location to be determined.  <br>   <br>Class 10:  <br>"Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?" - Driving Simulations.  <br>4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.  <br>   <br>Class 11:  <br>"Learning to Live: Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife." - Online Classes and role-playing.   <br>Tuesdays at 7:00 PM, location to be determined.  <br>   <br>Class 12:  <br>"How To Be The Ideal Shopping Companion" - Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.  <br>Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.  <br>   <br>Class 13:  <br>"How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy: Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late." - Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.  <br>Three nights: Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.  <br>   <br>Class 14:  <br>"The Stove/Oven: What It Is and How It Is Used." - Live Demonstration.  <br>Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.  <br>   <br>Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivors.  <br>   <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T12:09:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Knob]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman in her fities went to a plastic surgeon for a face lift.  <br>  <br>The surgeon told her about a new procedure called "The Knob," where a small knob is placed on the top of a woman's head and can be turned to tighten up her skin to produce the effect of a brand new facelift.  <br>  <br>Of course the woman wanted "The Knob."  <br>  <br>Over the course of the years, the woman tightened the knob, and the effects were wonderful.  The woman remained young-looking and vibrant.  <br>  <br>After fifteen years, the woman returned to the surgeon with two problems.  <br>  <br>"All of these years, everything has been working out just fine.  I've had to turn the knob many times and I've always loved the results.  But now I've developed two annoying problems: First, I have these terrible bags under my eyes and the knob won't get rid of them."  <br>  <br>The doctor looked at her closely and said, "Those aren't bags, those are your breasts."  <br>  <br>She replied, "Well I guess there's no point in asking you about the goatee..."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T12:09:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Public Service Announcement]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Do you have feelings of inadequacy? Do you suffer from shyness? Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?   <br>  <br>If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Tequila.   <br>  <br>Tequila is the safe, <em>natural</em> way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions.   <br>  <br>Tequila can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything. You will notice the benefits of Tequila almost immediately, and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live. Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past, and you will discover many talents you never knew you had!  <br>  <br>Stop hiding and start living, with Tequila.   <br>  <br>(Tequila may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Tequila. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.)   <br>  <br>Side Effects may include dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, erotic lustfulness, loss of motor control, loss of clothing, loss of money, loss of virginity, delusions of grandeur, table dancing, headache, dehydration, dry mouth, and a desire to sing Karaoke and play all-night rounds of Strip Poker, Truth Or Dare, Naked Twister and Pin the Switchblade on the Horses Ass (not necessarily in that order).   <br>  <br>Call your doctor & try Tequila today!!  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T05:09:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Polite Way To Pee]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>During one of her daily classes a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question: <br /> <br />"Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?" <br /> <br />Michael said, "Just a minute I have to go pee." <br /> <br />The teacher responded by saying, "That would be rude and impolite. What about you Peter, how would you say it?" <br /> <br />Peter said, "I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." <br /> <br />"That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word 'bathroom' at the dinner table. And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners?" <br /> <br />"I would say: 'Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to meet after dinner.'" <br /> <br />The teacher fainted...... <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T06:09:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Snotty Receptionist]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/snotty_receptionist.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>An older gentleman had an appointment to see the urologist who shared an office with several other doctors.  <br>  <br>The waiting room was filled with patients. As he approached the receptionist desk he noticed that the receptionist was a large unfriendly woman who looked like a Sumo wrestler. He gave her his name.  <br>  <br>In a very loud voice, the receptionist said, "YES, I HAVE YOUR NAME HERE - YOU WANT TO SEE THE DOCTOR ABOUT IMPOTENCE, RIGHT?"  <br>  <br>All the patients in the waiting room snapped their heads around to look at the very embarrassed man. He recovered quickly, and in an equally loud voice, he replied, "NO, I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT A SEX CHANGE OPERATION, BUT I DON'T WANT THE SAME DOCTOR THAT DID YOURS."  <br>  <br>Don't mess with Seniors!!  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T06:09:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Iowa Girls]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A girl from Iowa and a girl from the east coast were seated side by side on an airplane. The girl from Iowa, being friendly and all, asked, "So, where ya from?"   <br>  <br>The east coast girl said, "From a place where they know better than to use a preposition at the end of a sentence."   <br>  <br>The girl from Iowa sat quietly for a few moments and then replied: "So, where ya from, bitch?"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T06:09:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[When Kids Ask Questions]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A little girl walks in to the lounge one Sunday morning where her Daddy is reading the paper.  <br>  <br>"Daddy, where does poo come from?" she asks.  <br>  <br>Father feeling a little perturbed that his 5 year old daughter is already asking difficult questions thinks for a moment and says: "Well you know we just ate breakfast?"  <br>  <br>"Yes," answers the girl.  <br>  <br>"Well the food goes into our tummies and our bodies take out all the good stuff, and then whatever is left over comes out of our bottoms when we go to the toilet, and that is poo."  <br>  <br>The little girl looks perplexed, and stares at him in stunned silence for a few seconds and asks: "And Tigger?"  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T06:09:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Dresser Drawer]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A young couple gets married, and the groom asks his bride if he can have a dresser drawer of his own that she will never open. The bride agrees.   <br>  <br>After 30 years of marriage, she notices that his drawer has been left open. She peeks inside and sees three golf balls and $1,000.   <br>  <br>The woman confronts her husband and asks for an explanation. He explains, "Every time I was unfaithful to you, I put a golf ball in the drawer."   <br>  <br>The woman thinks that three times in thirty years isn't so bad. After a few seconds, she asks, "But what about the $1,000?"   <br>  <br>He replied, "Whenever I got a dozen golf balls, I sold them."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-01T06:09:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[TGIF]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/tgif.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><p>A business man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright, "T-G-I-F."    <br />   <br />He smiled at her and replied, "S-H-I-T."    <br />   <br />She looked puzzled, and repeated, "T-G-I-F," more slowly.    <br />   <br />He again answered, "S-H-I-T."    <br />   <br />The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so, she smiled her biggest smile and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F."    <br />   <br />The man smiled back to her and once again said, "S-H-I-T."    <br />   <br />The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain, "'T-G-I-F' means 'Thank Goodness It's Friday.' Get it duuhhh?"    <br />   <br />The man answered, "'S-H-I-T' means 'Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday.'"    <br />   <br />Have a great weekend! </p>  <p>&nbsp; </p>  <p>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T11:09:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Becoming A Tailor]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/becoming_a_tailor.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man keeps begging the tailor to give him a job selling suits. Finally, the tailor tells him that if he can sell his ugliest green suit, that has been on the rack for years, he can have the job.   <br>  <br>Two hours later, the new guy calls in for his next assignment. The tailor rushes over to see how this fellow sold the suit. Upon arrival, he sees his new salesman bleeding and scratched, with his clothes ripped to shreds.   <br>  <br>"The job is yours!" the tailor says. "But it looks like your client got the best of you."   <br>  <br>"Oh, no," the man replies. "This isn't from the man who bought the suit."   <br>  <br>"This is from his seeing eye dog!"   <br>  @-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T11:09:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Lettermen's Top 10's]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>"Why There Are No Black <em>NASCAR</em> Drivers" by David Lettermen <br /> <br /># 10 - They have to sit upright while driving. <br /> <br /># 9 - Their pistol won't stay under front seat. <br /> <br /># 8 - Engine noise drowns out the rap music. <br /> <br /># 7 - The pit crew can't work on car while holding up their pants at the same time. <br /> <br /># 6 - They keep trying to carjack Dale JR. <br /> <br /># 5 - Police cars on track interfere with race. <br /> <br /># 4 - No passenger seat for the Ho. <br /> <br /># 3 - No Cadillac's approved for competition. <br /> <br /># 2 - Can't wear helmet sideways. <br /> <br /># 1 - When they crash their cars, they bail out and run. <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />"Top Ten Most Polite Ways to Say Your Zipper Is Down" by David Letterman <br /> <br />10. The cucumber has left the salad. <br /> <br />9. Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells. <br /> <br />8. You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position. <br /> <br />7. Paging Mr. Johnson... Paging Mr. Johnson... <br /> <br />6. Elvis is leaving the building. <br /> <br />5. The Buick is not all the way in the garage. <br /> <br />4. Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction. <br /> <br />3. You've got a security breach at Los Pantalones. <br /> <br />2. Men may be From Mars... but I can see something that rhymes with Venus. <br /> <br />1. I always knew you were crazy, but now I can see your nuts. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T11:09:24-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Chinese Proverbs]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=384</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*   <br>Man who run in front of car get tired.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who run behind car get exhausted.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*   <br>Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok.   <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man with one chopstick go hungry.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who scratch ass should not bite fingernails.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who eat many prunes get good run for money.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Baseball is wrong: man with four balls cannot walk.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Panties not best thing on earth! But next to best thing on earth.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Wife who put husband in doghouse soon find him in cat house.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who fight with wife all day get no piece at night.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>It take many nails to build crib, but one screw to fill it.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who stand on toilet is high on pot.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who fish in other man's well often catch crabs.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Man who fart in church sit in own pew.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>Crowded elevator smell different to midget.  <br>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T11:09:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[As Women Grow Older...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/as_women_grow_older.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.   <br>    <br>My name is Bob. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Debbie. When I took "early retirement" last year, it became necessary for Debbie to get a full-time job along with her part time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf course about the same time she gets home from work.   <br>    <br>Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the club so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home cooked grub when I hit that door.   <br>    <br>She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.   <br>   <br>Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think. For example she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong points.   <br>    <br>When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me too.   <br>    <br>I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Debbie. I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older. However, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile.   <br>  <br>After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.....   <br>    <br>Signed,   <br>Bob   <br>    <br><em>EDITOR'S NOTE: Bob died suddenly on May 27th. The police report says that he was found with a Calloway extra long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club rammed up his ass, with only 2 inches of grip showing. His wife Debbie was arrested and charged with murder; however, the all-woman jury found her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that he accidentally sat down on it very suddenly. </em>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Southern Humor]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two Mississippians are walking toward each other, and one is carrying a sack.  <br>  <br>When they meet, one says, "Hey Tommy Ray, whatcha got in th' bag?"  <br>  <br>"Jes' some chickens."  <br>   <br>If I guesses how many they is, kin I have one?"  <br>  <br>"Shoot, if ya guesses right, I'll give you both of 'em!"  <br>  <br>"OK. Ummmmm...five?"  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Test Of Courage]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>An African leader makes an official trip to Russia. At the end of the trip, the Russian leader tells the African that in Russia they have a custom performed at farewells called "Russian Roulette" to demonstrate one's courage.  <br>  <br>The Russian whips out a revolver, loads one chamber, gives the cylinder a spin, puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. "CLICK," An empty chamber.  <br>  <br>Not to be outdone, the African repeats the ritual. "CLICK," Another empty chamber.  <br>  <br>The next year, the Russian visits the African country. At the end of the trip, the African tells his Russian peer that he was very impressed with "Russian Roulette" and that he has spent the last year devising an African ritual to demonstrate one's courage.  <br>  <br>The African then disappears through a door only to reappear a few minutes later smiling and says, "Your turn."  <br>  <br>The African escorts the Russian through the door. In the room are six of the most beautiful, naked women he has ever seen.  <br>  <br>The African explains that he is to choose one of the women who will perform oral sex on him.  <br>  <br>Absolutely dumfounded, the Russian asks, "What kind of test of courage is this?"  <br>  <br>"One of them is a cannibal", replied the African.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:08-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[26 Signs That You Have Grown Up]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/26_signs_that_you_have_grown_up.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them.  <br>   <br>2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.  <br>  <br>3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.  <br>  <br>4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.  <br>  <br>5. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.  <br>  <br>6. You watch the Weather Channel.  <br>  <br>7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of "hook up" and "break up."  <br>   <br>8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.  <br>  <br>9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up."  <br>   <br>10. You're the one calling the police because those %&@#ing kids next door won't turn down the stereo.  <br>   <br>11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.  <br>  <br>12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.  <br>  <br>13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.  <br>   <br>14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's leftovers.  <br>   <br>15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.  <br>   <br>16. You take naps.  <br>   <br>17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.  <br>  <br>18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.  <br>   <br>19. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.  <br>   <br>20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good shit."  <br>  <br>21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.  <br>  <br>22. "I just can't drink the way I used to" replaces "I'm never going to drink that much again."  <br>  <br>23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.  <br>   <br>24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.  <br>   <br>25. When you find out your friend is pregnant you congratulate them instead of asking "Oh shit, what the hell happened?"  <br>  <br>26: You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one to save your sorry old ass.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Men Are Just Happier People]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_men_are_just_happier_people.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>What do you expect from such simple creatures?   <br>  <br>Your last name stays put.   <br>  <br>The garage is all yours.   <br>  <br>Wedding plans take care of themselves.   <br>  <br>Chocolate is just another snack.   <br>  <br>You can be President.   <br>  <br>You can never be pregnant.   <br>  <br>You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.   <br>  <br>You can wear <em>NO</em> shirt to a water park.  <br>  <br>Car mechanics tell you the truth.   <br>  <br>The world is your urinal.   <br>  <br>You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too "icky."   <br>  <br>You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.   <br>  <br>Same work, more pay.   <br>  <br>Wrinkles add character.   <br>  <br>Wedding dress = $5,000. Tux rental = $100.   <br>  <br>People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.   <br>  <br>The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.   <br>  <br>New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.  <br>  <br>One mood all the time (horny).   <br>  <br>Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.   <br>  <br>You know stuff about tanks.   <br>  <br>A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.   <br>  <br>You can open all your own jars.   <br>  <br>You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.   <br>  <br>If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.  <br>  <br>Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.   <br>  <br>Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.   <br>  <br>You almost never have strap problems in public.   <br>  <br>You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.   <br>  <br>Everything on your face stays its original color.   <br>  <br>The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.   <br>  <br>You only have to shave your face and neck.   <br>  <br>You can play with toys all your life.   <br>  <br>Your belly usually hides your big hips.   <br>  <br>One wallet and one pair of shoes - one color for all seasons.   <br>  <br>You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.   <br>  <br>You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.   <br>  <br>You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.   <br>  <br>You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Drink Beer, No Shit!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>It has been scientifically proven that if we drink one liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than one kilo of Escherichia Coli Bacteria found in water that contains feces. In other words, we are consuming one kilo of shit.   <br>  <br>However, we do not run that risk when drinking rum, gin, whiskey, beer,wine, or other liquors because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermentation.   <br>  <br>It is my duty to communicate to all of you people who are drinking water, to stop doing so. It has been scientifically proven that it is unhealthy and bad for you.   <br>  <br>THEREFORE - It is better to drink alcohol and talk shit than to drink water and be full of it!   <br>  <br>Have a great day!   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Drawing Welfare]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A guy walks into the welfare office in Belzoni, MS, marches straight up to the counter and says, "Hi...You know, I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd really rather have a job."   <br>  <br>The social worker behind the counter says, "Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful nymphomaniac daughter. You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, and he'll supply all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas holiday trips. You will have to satisfy her sexual urges. You'll be provided a two-bedroom apartment above the garage. The starting salary is $200,000 a year."   <br>  <br>The guy, wide-eyed, says, "You're bull shittin' me!"   <br>  <br>The social worker says, "Yeah, well... you started it."  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Larry & His Money]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Larry gets home late one night and his wife, Linda, says, "Where in the hell have you been?"   <br>  <br>Larry replies, "I was out getting a tattoo."   <br>  <br>"A tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"   <br>  <br>"I got a hundred dollar bill on my privates," he said proudly.   <br>  <br>"What the hell were you thinking?" she said, shaking her head in disdain. "Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his privates?"   <br>  <br>"Well, one, I like to watch my money grow. Two, once in a while I like to play with my money. Three, I like how money feels in my hand. And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want."   <br>  <br><em>Larry is recovering in room 232 at Hopkins County Hospital.</em>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[FBI Job Opening]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done, there were 3 finalists.   <br>  <br>Two men and a woman.   <br>  <br>For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair... Kill Her!"   <br>  <br>The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife."   <br>  <br>The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."   <br>  <br>The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."   <br>  <br>The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."   <br>  <br>Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls.   <br>  <br>After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow.   <br>  <br>"Some idiot loaded this gun with blanks," she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."   <br>  <br><em>MORAL: Women are evil. Don't mess with them!</em>  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Nun At Hooters]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A nun, badly needing to use to the restroom, walked into a local Hooters.  The place was hopping with music and loud conversation and every once in a while the lights would turn off. Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.  <br>  <br>However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent.  <br>  <br>She walked up to the bartender, and asked, "May I please use the restroom? The bartender replied, "OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf."  <br>  <br>"Well, in that case I'll just look the other way," said the nun.  <br>  <br>So the bartender showed the nun to the back, and she proceeded to the restroom.  <br>  <br>After a few minutes (and the lights going out quite a few times), she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause.  <br>  <br>She went to the bartender and said, "Sir, I don't understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?"  <br>  <br>"Well, now they know you're one of us," said the bartender, "Would you like a drink?"  <br>  <br>"No, I don't drink, but I still don't understand," said the puzzled nun.  <br>  <br>"You see," laughed the bartender, "every time the fig leaf on the statue is lifted up, the lights go out. Now, how about that drink?"  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T12:09:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[ADULT Fairy Tales]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>CINDERELLA wants to go to the ball, but her wicked stepmother won't let her. As Cinderella sits crying in the garden, her fairy godmother appears, and promised to provide Cinderella with everything she needs to go to the ball, but only on two conditions. "First, you must wear a diaphragm."   <br>  <br>Cinderella agrees. "What's the second condition?"   <br>  <br>"You must be home by 2:00 a.m. Any later, and your diaphragm will turn into a pumpkin."   <br>  <br>Cinderella agrees to be home by 2:00 a.m. The appointed hour comes and goes, and Cinderella doesn't show up. Finally, at 5:00 a.m. Cinderella shows up, looking   love struck and very satisfied.   <br>  <br>"Where have you been?" demands the Fairy Godmother. "Your diaphragm was supposed to turn into a pumpkin three hours ago!!!"   <br>  <br>"I met a prince, Fairy Godmother. He took care of everything."   <br>  <br>The Fairy Godmother stated, "I know of no prince with that kind of power! Tell me his name!"   <br>  <br>Cinderella replied, "I can't remember, exactly... Peter, Peter, something or other..."   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>PINOCCHIO had a human girlfriend who would sometimes complain about splinters when they were having sex. Pinocchio, therefore, went to visit Gepetto to see if he could help. Gepetto suggested he try a little sandpaper wherever indicated and Pinocchio skipped away enlightened.   <br>  <br>A couple weeks later, Gepetto saw Pinocchio bouncing happily through town and asked him, "How's the girlfriend?"   <br>  <br>Pinocchio replied, "Who needs a girlfriend?"   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD was walking through the woods when suddenly the Big Bad Wolf jumped out from behind a tree and, holding a sword to her throat, said, "Red, I'm going to screw your brains out!"   <br>  <br>To that, Little Red Riding Hood calmly reached into her picnic basket and pulled out a 44 magnum and pointed it at him and said, "No, you're not. You're going to eat me, just like it says in the book."   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>MICKEY MOUSE and MINNIE MOUSE were in divorce court and the judge said to Mickey, "You say here that your wife is crazy."   <br>  <br>Mickey replied, "I didn't say she was crazy, I said she's *&^%ing Goofy."   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>SNOW WHITE saw Pinocchio walking through the woods so she ran up behind him, knocked him flat on his back, and then sat on his face crying, "Lie to me! Lie to me!"   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>Did you know that CAPTAIN HOOK died from jock itch?   <br>  <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  <br>  <br>One day, JANE met TARZAN in the jungle. She was very attracted to him and during her questions about his life she asked him how he engaged in sex.   <br>  <br>"What's that?" he asked.   <br>  <br>She explained to him what sex was and he said, "Oh, I use a hole in the trunk of a tree."   <br>  <br>Horrified, she said, "Tarzan, you have it all wrong but I will show you how to do it properly." She took off her clothes, lay down on the ground and spread her legs. "Here," she said, "you must put it in here."   <br>  <br>Tarzan removed his loincloth, stepped closer and then gave her an almighty kick in the crotch. Jane rolled around in agony. Eventually she managed to gasp, "What the hell did you do that for?"   <br>  <br>"Just checking for bees," replied Tarzan.   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T02:09:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Know You're An 80's Kid If...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><br />1. You ever ended a sentence w/ the word "SIKE."  <br />2. You watched Pound Puppies.  <br />3. You can sing the entire&nbsp;rap to "Fresh Prince of Bel Air."  <br />4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.  <br />5. You yearned to be a member of the babysitters club and tried to start one of your own.  <br />6. You owned those lil Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.  <br />7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on "Blossom."  <br />8. Two words: M.C.Hammer.  <br />9. You ever watched Fraggle Rock.  <br />10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.  <br />11. You can sing the entire theme song to "DuckTales."  <br />12. It was actually worth getting up on Sat morning to watch cartoons.  <br />13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.  <br />14. You saw "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.  <br />15. You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail Day in computer class.  <br />16. You had a clip that held your shirt in a knot at the side.  <br />17. You played the game MASH (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House).  <br />18. You wore a Jordache jean jacket and you were proud of it.  <br />19. L.A. Gear... need I say more?  <br />20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten.  <br />21. You remember all of the Ramona books.  <br />22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF."  <br />23. You wanted to be a Goonie.  <br />24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing (some head to toe).  <br />25. You can remember what Michael Jackson REALLY looked like after 1 surgery.  <br />26. You ever wondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.  <br />27. You took lunch pals to school.  <br />28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.  <br />29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.  <br />30. Barbie and the Rockers were one of your favorite bands.  <br />31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up.  <br />32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave you because you exchanged friendship bracelets.  <br />33. You ever owned a pair of jelly shoes (and probably in neon colors).  <br />34. After Pee-Wee's Big Adventures you kept saying "I know you are but what am I?"  <br />35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up."  <br />36. You remember skating before inline skates.  <br />37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip-n-slide  <br />38. You had a Skip-it.  <br />39. You had or attended a b-day party at McDonald's.  <br />40. You've gone through this list nodding your head in agreement.  <br />41. Whenever your friends were down, you'd say "Don't worry, Be happy!!"  <br />42. You wore like 8 pair of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.  <br />43. You wore socks scrunched down.  <br />44. You remember chanting "Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK."  <br />45. You remember the boom boxes vs. Cd players war.  <br />46. You've seen both Gremlin movies.  <br />47. You've ever uttered the phrase "CARE BEAR STARE!!!"  <br />48. You remember Rainbow Bright and My Lil Ponys.  <br />49. You thought Doogie Howser was hot!  <br />50. You used to quote Alf, the furry brown alien from Melmac.  <br />51. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.  <br />52. Knew all the characters and their life stories on the ORIGINAL Saved By the Bell.  <br />53. Know all the words to Bon Jovi's "Shot Through The Heart."  <br />54. You just sang that song to yourself.  <br />55. You remember when Mullets were cool.  <br />56. You tight rolled your pants.  <br />57. You owned a banana clip!  <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T02:09:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Locker Room]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. <br />A cell phone on a bench rings and a man turns on the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk. <br /> <br />Everyone else in the room stops to listen. <br /> <br />MAN: "Hello." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?" <br /> <br />MAN: "Yes." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "I am at the mall now and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?" <br /> <br />MAN: "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2006 models. I saw one I really liked." <br /> <br />MAN: "How much?" <br /> <br />WOMAN: "$90,000." <br /> <br />MAN; "OK, but for that price I want it with all the options." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and one more thing... The house I wanted last year is back on the market. They're asking $950,000." <br /> <br />MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $900,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand. If it's really a good price." <br /> <br />WOMAN: "OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!" <br /> <br />MAN: "Bye! I love you, too." <br /> <br />The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, their jaws dropped. <br /> <br />He smiles and asks: "Anyone know who this phone&nbsp;belongs to? <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/beer_troubleshooting_guide.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T02:09:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Beer troubleshooting Guide]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/beer_troubleshooting_guide.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Symptom: Feet cold and wet.   <br>Cause: Glass being held at incorrect angle.   <br>Corrective Action: Rotate glass so that open end points toward ceiling.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Feet warm and wet.   <br>Cause: Improper Bladder Control.   <br>Corrective Action: Stand next to nearest dog, complain about lack of house training.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.   <br>Cause: Glass empty, or possibly you're holding a Miller Lite.   <br>Corrective Action: Get someone to buy you another beer.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.   <br>Cause: You have fallen over backward.   <br>Corrective Action: Have yourself chained to the bar.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Mouth contains cigarette butts, back of head covered with ashes.   <br>Cause: You have fallen forward.   <br>Corrective Action: See above.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.   <br>Cause: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of face.   <br>Corrective Action: Retire to restroom, practice in mirror.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Floor Blurred.   <br>Cause: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.   <br>Corrective Action: Get someone to buy you another beer.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Floor is moving.   <br>Cause: You are being carried out.   <br>Corrective Action: Find out if you are being taken to another bar.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Room seems unusually dark.   <br>Cause: Bar has closed.   <br>Corrective Action: Confirm home address with bartender.  If staff is gone, grab a six-pack to go and hit the nearest fire escape door.  Run!  <br>  <br>Symptom: Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and textures.   <br>Cause: Beer consumption has exceeded personal limitations.   <br>Corrective Action: Cover mouth, open window, stick head outside.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Everyone looks up to you and smiles.   <br>Cause: You are dancing on the table.   <br>Corrective Action: Fall on someone cushy-looking.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Beer is crystal-clear.   <br>Cause: It's water! Somebody is trying to sober you up.   <br>Corrective Action: Punch him.   <br>  <br>Symptom: People are standing around urinals, talking or putting on makeup.   <br>Cause: You're in the ladies' room.   <br>Corrective Action: Do not use urinal!  Excuse yourself, exit and try the next door down the hall. Try to get phone numbers (optional).   <br>  <br>Symptom: Hands hurt, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.   <br>Cause: You have been in a fight.   <br>Corrective Action: Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was them.   <br>  <br>Symptom: You don't recognize anyone, or recognize the room you're in.   <br>Cause: You've wandered into the wrong party.   <br>Corrective Action: See if they have free beer.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Your bedroom is painted gray, has a concrete floor and an interesting steel door.  Toilet may be conveniently located next to your bunk.   <br>Cause: You're in jail, or you're in the navy.   <br>Corrective Action: Sleep it off, you can always get out tomorrow.  Don't talk to your new roommate, and under no circumstances sleep on your stomach.   <br>  <br>Symptom: You are dancing to a Village People song, and your partner is wearing leather chaps.   <br>Cause: You're in a gay bar.   <br>Corrective Action: Keeping your back to the wall, edge toward nearest exit.  Do not accept offers for backrubs.   <br>  <br>Symptom: Your singing sounds distorted.   <br>Cause: The beer is too weak.   <br>Corrective Action: Have more beer until your voice improves.   <br>  <br>Symptom: You don't remember the words to the song.   <br>Cause: The beer is just right.   <br>Corrective Action: Play air guitar.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/national_transportation_safety_board.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T02:09:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[National Transportation Safety Board]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/national_transportation_safety_board.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>The National Transportation Safety Board recently divulged they had "covertly" funded a project with the U.S. automakers for the past 5 years, whereby the automakers were installing blackbox voice recorders in 4 wheel drive pickup trucks and SUV's in an effort to determine in fatal accidents, the circumstances in the last 15 seconds before the crash.   <br>  <br>They were surprised to find in 48 of the 50 states the recorded last words of drivers in 61.2 percent of fatal crashes were, "Oh &^#$!"   <br>  <br>Only Arkansas and Mississippi were different, where 89.3 percent of the final words were: "Hold my beer, I'm gonna try something!"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T02:09:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Smart Harry]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/smart_harry.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what's your problem?"   <br>   <br>Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!"   <br>  <br>Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office.   <br>  <br>While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave.   <br>  <br>She agreed.   <br>  <br>Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.   <br>   <br>Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"   <br>  <br>Harry: "9."   <br>  <br>Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"   <br>   <br>Harry: "36.  <br>  <br>And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know. The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, "I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade."   <br>  <br>Ms. Brooks says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions."   <br>  <br>The principal and Harry both agreed.   <br>   <br>Ms. Brooks asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?"   <br>  <br>Harry, after a moment: "Legs."    <br>  <br>Ms. Brooks: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"   <br>  <br>The principal wondered, why she would ask such a question!   <br>   <br>Harry replied: "Pockets."   <br>   <br>Ms. Brooks: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"   <br>   <br>Harry: "Pants."   <br>  <br>Ms. Brooks: "What's starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?"   <br>  <br>Harry: "Coconut."   <br>   <br>The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.   <br>   <br>Ms. Brooks: "What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"   <br>  <br>The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer, Harry replied: "Bubble gum."   <br>  <br>Ms. Brooks: "What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?"   <br>   <br>Harry: "Shake hands."   <br>   <br>The principal was trembling.   <br>   <br>Ms. Brooks: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'CK' that means a lot of heat and excitement?"   <br>   <br>Harry: "Firetruck."   <br>  <br>The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong!"   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/an_irish_toast.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T02:09:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[An Irish Toast]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!"  <br>   <br>That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night!   <br>  <br>He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the Best toast of the night."   <br>  <br>She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?"   <br>  <br>John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife."   <br>  <br>"Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said.   <br>  <br>The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary."   <br>  <br>She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know,he's only been there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep,and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come."   <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T08:09:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Interesting Photos]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Some Of These Make You Think... <br /><center> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting10.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting11.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting12.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting13.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting14.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting15.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting16.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting17.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting18.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/interesting19.jpg"> <br /> </center> <div align="center">That poor kid.   <br />   <br /> </div>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-05T09:09:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Top 15 Hard To Find Christmas Toys]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/top_15_hard_to_find_christmas_toys.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas001.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas002.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas003.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas004.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas005.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas006.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas007.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas008.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas009.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas010.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas011.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas012.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas013.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas014.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/xmas015.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-06T01:09:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hormone Hostage]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/hormone_hostage.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his very life into his own hands! This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, or significant other!!  <br>  <br>DANGEROUS: What's for dinner?  <br>SAFER: Can I help you with dinner?  <br>SAFEST: Where would you like to go for dinner?  <br>ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some chocolate.  <br>  <br>DANGEROUS: Are you wearing that?  <br>SAFER: Gee, you look good in brown.  <br>SAFEST: WOW! Look at you!  <br>ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some chocolate.  <br>  <br>DANGEROUS: What are you so worked up about?  <br>SAFER: What did I do wrong?  <br>SAFEST: Here's fifty dollars.  <br>ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some chocolate.  <br>  <br>DANGEROUS: Should you be eating that?  <br>SAFER: You know, there are a lot of apples left.  <br>SAFEST: Can I get you a glass of wine with that?  <br>ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some chocolate.  <br>  <br>DANGEROUS: What did you do all day?  <br>SAFER: I hope you didn't overdo it today.  <br>SAFEST: I've always loved you in that robe!  <br>ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some more chocolate.  <br>  <br>13 Things PMS Stands For:  <br>1. Pass My Shotgun  <br>2. Psychotic Mood Shift  <br>3. Perpetual Munching Spree  <br>4. Puffy Mid-Section  <br>5. People Make me Sick  <br>6. Provide Me with Sweets  <br>7. Pardon My Sobbing  <br>8. Pimples May Surface  <br>9. Pass My Sweatpants  <br>10. Pissy Mood Syndrome  <br>11. Plainly: Men Suck  <br>12. Pack My Stuff  <br>13. Potential Murder Suspect  <br>  <br>Remember: Money talks... chocolate sings.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-06T02:09:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[$500]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/500.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman was walking down the street when she was approached by a man. The man said, "I want to have sex with you right now! I'll drop 500 dollars on the ground at your feet and in the time it takes for you to pick it up, I will screw you from behind and be on my way!"  <br>  <br>The woman thought it over and told the man to wait a minute.  <br>  <br>She called her girlfriend on her cell phone and told her about the man's proposition. Her girlfriend said, "When he drops the $500 on the ground I'm sure you can pick it up and run before he gets his pants down. Call me back and tell me what happened."  <br>  <br>An hour and a half later the lady called her girlfriend back.  <br>  <br>"What happened?" the girlfriend asked.  <br>  <br>The lady said, "That son-of-a-bitch had $500 in quarters!"  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-06T02:09:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Oxymoron's]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/oxymorons.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?  <br>  <br>2. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?  <br>  <br>3. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?  <br>  <br>4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?  <br>  <br>5. Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?  <br>  <br>6. Why do "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?  <br>  <br>7. Why does "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?  <br>  <br>8. Why do "tug" boats push their barges?  <br>  <br>9. Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we are already there?  <br>  <br>10. Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?  <br>  <br>11. Why is it called "after dark" when it really is "after light?"  <br>  <br>12. Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?  <br>  <br>13. Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?  <br>  <br>14. Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?  <br>  <br>15. Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?  <br>  <br>16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?  <br>  <br>17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?  <br>  <br>18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?  <br>  <br>19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?  <br>  <br>20. Why is bra singular and panties plural?  <br>  <br>21. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when you know the batteries are dead?  <br>  <br>22. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?  <br>  <br>23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?  <br>  <br>24. Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?  <br>  <br>25. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?  <br>  <br>26. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?  <br>  <br>Don't you ever wonder about these things?  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T09:09:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Scrabble]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/scrabble.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble. <br /> <br />DORMITORY: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>DIRTY ROOM </i> <br /> <br />PRESBYTERIAN: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>BEST IN PRAYER </i> <br /> <br /> ASTRONOMER: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>MOON STARER </i> <br /> <br />DESPERATION: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>A ROPE ENDS IT </i> <br /> <br />THE EYES: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>THEY SEE </i> <br /> <br />GEORGE BUSH: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>HE BUGS GORE </i> <br /> <br />THE MORSE CODE: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>HERE COME DOTS </i> <br /> <br />SLOT MACHINES: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>CASH LOST IN ME </i> <br /> <br />ANIMOSITY: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>IS NO AMITY </i> <br /> <br />ELECTION RESULTS: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>LIES - LET'S RECOUNT </i> <br /> <br />SNOOZE ALARMS: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>ALAS! NO MORE Z'S </i> <br /> <br />A DECIMAL POINT: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>IM A DOT IN PLACE </i> <br /> <br />ELEVEN PLUS TWO: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>TWELVE PLUS ONE </i> <br /> <br />MOTHER-IN-LAW: <br />When you rearrange the letters: <br /><i>WOMAN HITLER </i> <br /> <br />Yep! Someone with <u><i>waaaaaaaaaaay</i></u> too much time on their hands! <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T09:09:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[When A Pharmacist Has A Bad Day]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/when_a_pharmacist_has_a_bad_day.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Upon arriving home, a husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife. Tearfully she explained, "It's the pharmacist. He insulted me terribly this morning on the phone. I had to call multiple times before he would even answer the phone."  <br> <br>Immediately, the husband drove downtown to confront the pharmacist and demand an apology.  Before he could say more than a word or two, the pharmacist told him, "Now, just a minute, listen to my side of it. This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and hurried out to the car, just to realize that I had locked the house with both house and car keys inside and had to break a window to get my keys."  <br> <br>"Then, driving a little too fast, I got a speeding ticket. Later, when I was about three blocks from the store, I had a flat tire. When I finally got to the store a bunch of people were waiting for me to open up. I got the store opened and started waiting on these people, and all the time the darn phone was ringing off the hook."  <br> <br>"Then I had to break a roll of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the floor. I had to get down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels, and the phone was still ringing."  <br> <br>"When I came up I cracked my head on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch of perfume bottles on it. Half of them hit the floor and broke. Meanwhile, the phone was still ringing with no let up, and I finally got back to answer it. It was your wife. She wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer." <br> <br>"And believe me mister, as God is my witness, all I did was tell her."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T09:09:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Know You're An Iowan If...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/you_know_youre_an_iowan_if.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Jeff Foxworthy says you must be an Iowan if... <br> <br>You've never met any celebrities... and you don't really care.  <br> <br>Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.  <br> <br>"Vacation" means driving through the Amanas or going to Adventureland.  <br> <br>You've seen all the biggest bands ten years after they were popular.  <br> <br>You measure distance in minutes.  <br> <br>Down south to you means Missouri.  <br> <br>You know several people who have hit a deer.  <br> <br>You have no problem spelling or pronouncing Des Moines.  <br> <br>You know the answer to the question, "Is this Heaven?"  <br> <br>Your school classes were canceled because of cold.  <br> <br>Your school classes were canceled because of heat.  <br> <br>You know what "Hawks, Panthers, and Clones" are.  <br> <br>You've ridden the school bus for an hour each way.  <br> <br>You've had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.  <br> <br>You think ethanol makes your truck "run a lot better."  <br> <br>You know what's knee-high by the Fourth of July.  <br> <br>Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.  <br> <br>You see a car running in the parking lot at the Quick Stop with no one in it no matter what time of the year.  <br> <br>You end your sentences with an unnecessary exposition. Example: "Where's my coat at?"  <br> <br>All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable or animal.  <br> <br>You can locate Iowa on the US map.  <br> <br>Detassling was your first job or that of a brother or sister.  <br> <br>You've been on a "Geode Hunt."  <br> <br>Your idea of a really great tenderloin is when the meat is twice as big as the bun and accompanied only by ketchup and a dill pickle slice.  <br> <br>You learn your pickup will run without a muffler.  <br> <br>You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.  <br> <br>When asked how your trip was to any foreign, exotic place, you reply "It was different."  <br> <br>You consider being called a "Pork Queen" an honor.  <br> <br>People from other states love to hear you say Iowa and other words with "Os" in them.  <br> <br>You carry jumper cables in your car.  <br> <br>You drink "pop."  <br> <br>You know what "cow chips" are.  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T09:09:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Creepy 9/11 Facts]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/creepy_911_facts.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Once again, this was done by someone with WAY too much time on their hands: <br> <br>1) New York City has 11 letters <br> <br>2) Afghanistan has 11 letters. <br> <br>3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters. <br> <br>4) George W Bush has 11 letters. <br> <br>5) The two twin towers make an "11." <br> <br>This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting: <br> <br>1) New York is the 11th state. <br> <br>2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11. <br> <br>3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers.  <br>9 + 2 = 11 <br> <br>4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers.  <br>6+5 = 11 <br> <br>5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. <br>9 + 1+ 1 = 11 <br> <br>6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. <br>9 + 1 + 1 = 11. <br> <br>Sheer coincidence?! Read on and make up your own mind: <br> <br>1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. <br>2 + 5 + 4 = 11. <br> <br>2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. <br>Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11. <br> <br>3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. <br>3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11. <br> <br>4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident. <br>Again 9 + 1 + 1 = 11. <br> <br>Not weirded out yet?  Keep reading... This is where things get totally eerie: <br> <br>The most recognised symbol for the US, after the Stars & Stripes, is the Eagle. <br>The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book: <br> <br>"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace." <br> <br>That verse is number 9:11 of the Quran. <br> <br>Still uncovinced about all of this? Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end: <br> <br>Open Microsoft Word and do the following (TRY THIS FOR REAL!): <br> <br>1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers. <br> <br>2. Highlight the Q33 NY. <br> <br>3. Change the font size to 48. <br> <br>4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS 1 <br> <br>Scary huh?? <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T10:09:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Miracle Of Toilet Paper]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_miracle_of_toilet_paper.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Fresh from her shower, a woman stands in front of the mirror, complaining to her husband that her breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling her it's not so, the husband uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion. <br /> <br />"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds." <br /> <br />Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a piece of toilet paper, and stands in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. <br /> <br />"How long will this take?" she asks. <br /> <br />"They'll grow larger over a period of years," he replies. <br /> <br />The wife stops. "Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?" <br /> <br />"It worked for your butt, didn't it?" <br /> <br /><i>The man lived, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again... </i> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T10:09:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Miss PMS]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Dear Kotex, <br>  <br>I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my pantiliner had a bunch of "Kotex Tips for Life" on it. Annoying advice such as:  <br>-Staying active during your period can relieve cramps.  <br>-Avoiding caffeine may help reduce cramps and headaches.  <br>-Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh.  <br>-Try Kotex blah blah blah other products. <br> <br>Obviously the person behind this was someone who has never possessed a functioning set of ovaries. Go ahead and tell a menstruating woman TO HER FACE that drinking 6-8 glasses of water will help keep her feeling fresh. See what happens and report back. I'll wait. <br> <br>While you're at it, dump out the coffee at work and remove the chocolate from the vending machine. I garan-friggin-tee that the first responders will be females who just ovulated. Look, females don't need or want tips for living on their feminine hygiene products. Younger girls are already hearing "helpful" crap like that from their elderly relatives. Veteran females have already concocted their own recipes for survival, many containing alcohol.  <br> <br>Printing out shitty advice while sneaking in ads for the brand THAT WAS ALREADY PURCHASED is just plain annoying, not to mention rude, and enough to send a girl running to the Always brand. <br> <br>Mostly we'd like to forget that we even need these products. It's not a fun time, but DO NOT try to cheer us up by adding smiley faces or bunnies or flowery cutesy crap to your products or the packaging. Put the shit in a plain brown wrapper so we can throw it in our carts discreetly and have it blend in among the wine and beer. <br> <br>There is nothing more annoying than having a blinding pink package announcing your uterine state to everyone in the store. <br> <br>The ultimate goal of your product should be functional invisibility at every stage, including at the point of purchase. So take your tips for living and shove them right up your ass. And try drinking six to eight glasses of water to make you feel fresher while you're doing it! <br> <br>Ovarily Yours, <br>Miss PMS <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T10:09:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Heaven's New Policy]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>It was getting a little crowded in Heaven, so God decided to change the admittance policy.  The new law was that in order to get into Heaven, you had to have a really bad day on the day that you died.  The policy would go into effect at noon the next day. <br> <br>So, the next day at 12:01 the first person came to the gates of Heaven.  The Angel at the gate, remembering the new policy, promptly asked the man, "Before I let you in, I need you to tell me how your day was going when you died." <br> <br>"No problem," the man said. "I came home to my 25th-floor apartment on my lunch hour and caught my wife having an affair.  But her lover was nowhere in sight. I immediately began searching for him.  My wife was half naked and yelling at me as I searched the entire apartment.  Just as I was about to give up, I happened to glance out onto the balcony and noticed that there was a man hanging off the edge by his fingertips!  The nerve of that guy!  Well, I ran out onto the balcony and stomped on his fingers until he fell to the ground.  But wouldn't you know it, he landed in some trees and bushes that broke his fall and he didn't die.  This ticked me off even more." <br> <br>"In a rage, I went back inside to get the first heavy thing I could get my hands on to throw at him.  Oddly enough, the first thing I thought of was the refrigerator. I unplugged it, pushed it out onto the balcony, and tipped it over the side. It plummeted 25 stories and crushed him! The excitement of the moment was so great that I had a heart attack and died almost instantly." <br> <br>The Angel sat back and thought a moment.  Technically, the guy did have a bad day. It was a crime of passion.  So, the Angel announced, "OK, sir.  Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and let him in. <br> <br>A few seconds later the next guy came up.  To the Angel's surprise, it was Donald Trump. <br> <br>"Mr. Trump, before I can let you in, I need to hear about what your day was like when you died." <br> <br>Trump said, "No problem.  But you're not going to believe this.  I was on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment doing my daily exercises.  I had been under a lot of pressure so I was really pushing hard to relieve my stress.  I guess I got a little carried away, slipped, and accidentally fell over the side!  Luckily, I was able to catch myself by the fingertips on the balcony below mine.  But all of a sudden this crazy man comes running out of his apartment, starts cussing, and stomps on my fingers.  Well, of course I fell.  I hit some trees and bushes at the bottom, which broke my fall, so I didn't die right away.  As I'm laying there face up on the ground, unable to move and in excruciating pain, I see this guy push his refrigerator of all things off the balcony. It falls the 25 floors and lands on top of me, killing me instantly." <br> <br>The Angel is quietly laughing to himself as Trump finishes his story.  "I could get used to this new policy," he thinks to himself.  "Very well," the Angel announces. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and he lets Trump enter. <br> <br>A few seconds later, Bill Clinton comes up to the gate. <br> <br>The Angel is almost too shocked to speak.  Thoughts of assassination and war pour through the Angel's head.  Finally he says, "Mr. President, please tell me what it was like the day you died." <br> <br>Clinton says, "OK, picture this.  I'm naked, inside a refrigerator..." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T10:09:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Prostitutes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Two prostitutes were riding around town with a sign on top of their car which said: "Two Prostitutes -- $50.00." <br /> <br />A policeman, seeing the sign, stopped them and told them they'd either have to remove the sign or go to jail. <br /> <br />Just at that time, another car passed with a sign saying: "JESUS SAVES." <br /> <br />One of the girls asked the officer, "How come you don't stop them?!" <br /> <br />"Well, that's a little different," the officer smiled, "Their sign pertains to religion." <br /> <br />So the two ladies of the night frowned as they took their sign down and drove off. <br /> <br />The following day found the same police officer in the area when he noticed the two ladies driving around with a large sign on their car again. <br /> Figuring he had an easy arrest, he began to catch up with them when he noticed the new sign which now read: "Two Fallen Angels Seeking Peter -- $50.00." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T10:09:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Backwards Life Cycle]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends.  <br> <br>I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. <br> <br>And what do you get in the end of it? A death. <br> <br>What's that, a bonus? <br> <br>I think the life cycle is all backwards. <br> <br>You should die first, you know, start out dead, get it out of the way. <br> <br>You wake up in a an old age home, feeling better every day. <br> <br>You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. <br> <br>You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.  <br> <br>You drink like a fish, party your ass off, and screw anything that moves - you've only got a few years left, so why not?!? <br> <br>Then you get ready for High School. <br> <br>You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, then, you spend your last 9 months floating peacefully with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, larger quarters everyday... <br> <br>And then you finish off as an orgasm! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-13T10:09:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Oil Change Instructions]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><u>Oil Change Instructions For Women:</u> <br> <br>1) Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 miles since the last oil change. <br> <br>2) Drink a cup of coffee. <br> <br>3) 15 minutes later, write a check and leave with a properly maintained vehicle. <br> <br>Money spent: <br>Oil Change $20.00 <br>Coffee $1.00 <br>Total - $21.00 <br> <br>========================================================== <br> <br><u>Oil Change Instructions For Men:</u> <br> <br>1) Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, write a check for $50.00. <br> <br>2) Stop by 711 and buy a case of beer, write a check for $20, drive home. <br> <br>3) Open a beer and drink it. <br> <br>4) Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands. <br> <br>5) Find jack stands under kid's pedal car. <br> <br>6) In frustration, open another beer and drink it. <br> <br>7) Place drain pan under engine. <br> <br>8) Look for 9/16 box end wrench. <br> <br>9) Give up and use crescent wrench. <br> <br>10) Unscrew drain plug. <br> <br>11) Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss. <br> <br>12) Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil. <br> <br>13) Have another beer while watching oil drain. <br> <br>14) Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench. <br> <br>15) Give up - crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off. <br> <br>16) Crawl out from under car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer. <br> <br>17) Buddy shows up - finish case of beer with him. Decide to finish oil change tomorrow so you can go see his new garage door opener. <br> <br>18) Sunday: Skip church because "I gotta finish the oil change." Drag pan full of old oil out from underneath car. Cleverly dump oil in hole in back yard instead of taking it back to Kragen to recycle. <br> <br>19) Throw kitty litter on oil spilled during step 18. <br> <br>20) Beer? No, drank it all yesterday. <br> <br>21) Walk to 711 - buy beer. <br> <br>22) Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface. <br> <br>23) Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine. <br> <br>24) Remember drain plug from step 11. <br> <br>25) Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan. <br> <br>26) Remember that the used oil is buried in a hole in the back yard, along with drain plug. <br> <br>27) Drink beer. <br> <br>28) Shovel out hole and sift oily mud for drain plug. Re-shovel oily dirt into hole. Steal sand from kids sandbox to cleverly cover oily patch of ground and avoid environmental penalties. Wash drain plug in lawnmower gas. <br> <br>29) Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill. <br> <br>30) Drink beer. <br> <br>31) Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame. <br> <br>32) Bang head on floorboards in reaction to step 31. <br> <br>33) Begin cussing fit. <br> <br>34) Throw stupid crescent wrench. <br> <br>35) Cuss for additional 10 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy. <br> <br>36) Beer. <br> <br>37) Clean up hands and forehead and bandage as required to stop blood flow. <br> <br>38) Beer. <br> <br>39) Beer. <br> <br>40) Dump in five fresh quarts of oil. <br> <br>41) Beer. <br> <br>42) Lower car from jack stands. <br> <br>43) Accidentally crush remaining case of new motor oil. <br> <br>44) Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during steps 23 - 43. <br> <br>45) Beer. <br> <br>46) Test drive car. <br> <br>47) Get pulled over & arrested for driving under the influence. <br> <br>48) Car gets impounded. <br> <br>49) Call loving wife, make bail. <br> <br>50) 12 hours later, get car from impound yard. <br> <br>Money spent: <br>Parts $50.00 <br>DUI $2500.00 <br>Impound fee $75.00 <br>Bail $1500.00 <br>Beer $40.00 <br>Total - $4,165.00 (But you know the job was done right!) <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-18T12:09:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Little Princess]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A teacher asked her class, What do you want out of life?"  <br> <br>A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said, "All I want out of life is four little animals."  <br>The teacher asked, "And what four little animals would that be sugar?"   <br> <br>The little girl replied, "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a tiger in the bed and of course, I'll need a jackass to pay for all of it." <br> <br>The teacher fainted.  <br>  <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-19T01:09:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Links]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=418</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <a href="http://www.quizland.com/f2quiz.mv?f18+NOMUSIC">Christmas Quiz</a> <br />This is a <i>lot</i> harder than it sounds. <br /> <br /><a herf="http://www.fun.from.hell.pl/2003-02-18/peeping.swf">Peeping</a> <br />Run your mouse over the people standing at the bus stop - Too funny! <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.chumfm.com/MorningShow/bits/march24.swf">Guy Witnesses An Accident</a> <br />From the Roger Rick &amp; Marilyn Show. This guy is leaving his friend a voicemail as he witnesses an accident &amp; leaves a detail by detail description as the accident unfolds. Pretty funny. <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.rvi.net/%7Emdhorban/hybridmotorcycle.htm">World's First Hybrid Motorcycle</a> <br />The first ever version of a hybrid motorcycle. I encourage new ideas like this and applaud the guy who invented this. With the crisis of fuel that we all are dealing with, I think this is a creative alternative. Make sure to have your speakers on and volume up to get the just of how different it sounds from normal motorcycles. You won't believe how unique sounding it is! Check it out &amp; see what you think! <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.recipesecrets.net/videos/Bestmilk.wmv">Best Milk Commericial</a> <br />This commericial was <i>obviously</i> made by a man... :) <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.dr-joe.net/quiz.html">Dr. Joe Quiz</a> <br />A quick quiz to pass some time! <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.resist.com/other/border_patrol.swf">Protect Our Borders</a> <br />Fun game to see how you'd fare as a member of the Border Patrol. <br /> <br /><a href="http://ebaumsworld.com/2006/07/pottytraining.html">Japanese Potty Training</a> <br />This is freaking hilarious! <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg">The Evolution Of Dance</a> <br />This is great! <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-19T05:09:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[A Medical Lesson]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A medical school professor was giving a lecture on involuntary muscular contractions. Realizing this was not the most riveting subject, he decided to lighten the mood a bit. <br> <br>Pointing to a young woman in the first row he said, "What do you think your asshole is doing when you are having an orgasm?" <br> <br>Without blinking an eye she replied, "Golfing with his buddies." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-19T05:09:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Two Sisters]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch. <br> <br>Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble. In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to purchase a bull from the stockyard in a far town so that they can breed their own stock. They only have $600 left. <br> <br>Upon leaving, the brunette tells her sister, "When I get there, if I decide to buy the bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home." <br> <br>The brunette arrives at the stockyard, inspects the bull, and decides she wants to buy it. The man tells her that he will sell it for $599 - no less.  <br> <br>After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a telegram to tell her the news. <br> <br>She walks into the telegraph office, and says, "I want to send a telegram to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive it here so we can haul it home." <br> <br>The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then adds, "It's just 99 cents a word." <br> <br>Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette only has $1 left. She realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word. <br> <br>After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, "I want you to send her the word 'comfortable'." <br> <br>The operator shakes his head. "How is she ever going to know that you want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word 'comfortable'?" <br> <br>The brunette explains, "My sister's a blonde. The word's big. She'll read it very slowly - com-for-da-bull." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T04:09:22-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Twelve Shots]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A guy walks into a bar, sits down and says to the bartender, "Quick, pour me twelve drinks." <br> <br>The bartender pours twelve shots and the guy chugs them down, one after another. The bartender asks the guy, "Don't you think you're drinking a little too fast?" <br> <br>The guys says, "Well, you'd be drinking this fast, too, if you had what I've got." <br> <br>The bartender, a concerned look on his face, leans in and asks, "What've you got?" <br> <br>The guy smiles as he replies, "Seventy-five cents."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T04:09:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[710]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/710.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday I was having some work done at the car dealer. A blonde woman came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. They all looked at each other, and the Mechanic asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?" <br> <br>She replied, "You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine. I lost it and need a new one. It had always been there." <br> <br>The mechanic gave the woman a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. <br> <br>He then took her over to another car which had the hood up and asked, "Is there a 710 on this car?" <br> <br>She pointed and said, "Of course, it's right there." <br><center> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/710.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T04:09:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[US Marine Tank]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is great! <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/USMarineHumvee.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T04:09:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Happy Happy Princess]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><div align="center"> Once upon a time    <br />    <br />In a land far away,    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />A beautiful, independent,    <br />    <br />Self-assured princess    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />Happened upon a frog    <br />    <br />As she sat contemplating ecological issues    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />On the shores of an unpolluted pond    <br />    <br />In a verdant meadow near her castle.    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />The frog hopped into the princess' lap    <br />    <br />and said:    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />"Elegant Lady,    <br />    <br />I was once a handsome prince,    <br />    <br />Until an evil witch    <br />    <br />Cast a spell upon me.    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />One kiss from you,    <br />    <br />However,    <br />    <br />And I will turn back    <br />    <br />Into the dapper,    <br />    <br />Young prince that I am    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />And then, my sweet,    <br />    <br />We can marry    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />And set up housekeeping    <br />    <br />In your castle    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />With my mother,    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />Where you can    <br />    <br />Prepare my meals,    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />Clean my clothes,    <br />    <br />Bear my children,    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />And forever feel    <br />    <br />Grateful and happy doing so."    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />That night,    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />As the princess    <br />    <br />Dined sumptuously    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />On lightly sauteed    <br />    <br />Frog legs    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />Seasoned in a white wine    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />And cream sauce,    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br />She chuckled and    <br />    <br />Thought to herself:    <br />    <br />~~~~~~~~    <br />    <br /><i>"I don't freakin <u>think</u> so."</i>    <br /> </div>  <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T04:09:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Cards]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/cards.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cards.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T04:09:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Smooth Move]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/smooth_move.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/Whatthebeerisfor.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T05:09:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Best Sign I Ever Saw In A Store]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/best_sign_i_ever_saw_in_a_store.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/unattendedchildren.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T05:09:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Every Now & Then You Meet A Genius...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/every_now_then_you_meet_a_genius.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/PureBrilliance.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T05:09:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Older = Calmer?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/older_calmer.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/maxne.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/yearly_physical.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T05:09:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Yearly Physical]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/yearly_physical.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I had my physical today, & <em>I JUST <u>HATE</u> GETTING OLD!!!!!!!</em> <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/physicalold.gif"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T05:09:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Wet T-Shirt Contest Winner]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/wet_tshirt_contest_winner.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Here is the winner of this year's Wet T-Shirt Contest: <br><center> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wetwinner.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/go_hawks.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T05:09:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Go Hawks!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/go_hawks.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A few weeks ago I talked to an out of state friend. While we chatted, I kept talking about the upcoming Iowa game.  <br> <br>Marc is not a big sports fan, and had never been to an Iowa Football game. He just could not understand my passion for Iowa Hawkeye Football. "What is the big deal about Iowa football? That is all I hear people talking about," he asked. <br> <br>Well just what is Iowa Hawkeye Football? <br> <br>Iowa Hawkeye football is best described as a crisp fall day with 70,000+ people chanting "I-O-W-A!" <br> <br>Hawkeye football is seeing a 9 month old at the game dressed in black and gold and thinking "If I had only been so lucky..." <br> <br>Hawkeye football is the 60 year old from Sioux City who drives 6 hours every week to park his RV in someone's yard and then tailgates all day until the game. <br> <br>Hawkeye football is wearing a black and gold shirt in Denver, CO and having somebody stick their head out of a car at a stoplight and scream "GO HAWKS!" <br> <br>Hawkeye football is knowing at the tender age of 5 that the Cyclones are vicious evil-do'ers to be hated, but having no idea why. <br> <br>Hawkeye football is a guy like Dallas Clark, who walks onto the team, 3 years later is a star, leaves a year early to play in the NFL, but was <em>SO DAMN NICE</em> that nobody can begrudge him for it. <br> <br>Hawkeye football is having one of your starting offensive lineman graduate to go to med school! <br> <br>Hawkeye football is the little black and gold flags waving off of every car antennae caravanning up and down I-80 and I-35 every Saturday on their way to Iowa City. <br> <br>Hawkeye football is the bricks of Kinnick and the grass on the field with the smell in the air of some kind of meat barbecuing that will soon be put on a stick and sold to a tanked undergrad who can no longer speak as they are hoarse from screaming from the front row of the student section. <br> <br>Hawkeye football is 12 weeks of getting up at 6 AM on Saturday mornings, drinking bloody marys and eating a bowl of chili on Melrose before the sun comes up.  <br> <br>Hawkeye football is being anywhere in Iowa City on a Saturday afternoon and hearing a dull roar come through the air and thinking... "Hmmm, we must've scored." <br> <br>Hawkeye football is not being able to get up and make it to your 8:00 AM class Monday through Friday, but managing to be in your favorite Iowa City parking lot with a cold beer in hand before 6:00 AM on Saturday. <br> <br>Hawkeye football is sitting in Kinnick with your out-of-state friend and have him turn to you and scream through the roar of the crowd, "I've never seen anything like this before... it's amazing!" <br> <br>No, it's Iowa Hawkeye Football. <br> <br>GO HAWKS!! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T05:09:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The End Of Geico Commericials]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_end_of_geico_commericials.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/geico.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>Now... where can I find that damn duck??! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-26T06:09:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[To God -- From The Dog...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/to_god_from_the_dog.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/doggies.gif"> <br /> <br /> <br />Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another? <br /> <br />Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it still the same old story? <br /> <br />Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the "Chrysler Eagle" the "Chrysler Beagle"? <br /> <br />Dear God: If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog? <br /> <br />Dear God: We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand? <br /> <br />Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti, please. <br /> <br />Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize? <br /> <br />Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember -- to be a good dog: <br /> <br />1. I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up. <br /> <br />2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell. <br /> <br />3. I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box, although they are tasty. <br /> <br />4. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar. <br /> <br />5. The sofa is not a 'face towel.' Neither are Mom and Dad's laps. <br /> <br />6. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff. <br /> <br />7. My head does not belong in the refrigerator. <br /> <br />8. I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration. <br /> <br />9. I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet. <br /> <br />10. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is an unacceptable way of saying "hello." <br /> <br />11. I don't need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm under the coffee table. <br /> <br />12. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house -- not after. <br /> <br />13. I will not throw up in the car. <br /> <br />14. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt. <br /> <br />15. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when we have company. <br /> <br />16. The cat is not a 'squeaky toy' so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing. <br /> <br />And, finally, My last question... <br /> <br />Dear God: When I get to Heaven, may I have my testicles back?  <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/doggie2.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-27T11:09:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Traveling Salesman]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/traveling_salesman.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>There's a traveling salesman driving one night in a horrible storm. His car breaks down and he's out in the country. He walks to a house that didn't have any lights on so he peaked in the window. <br> <br>All of a sudden the woman wakes up and grabs her tit in one hand and the alarm clock in the other and starts shaking them. A few seconds later her husband wakes up and starts jacking off and pouring water on his head. The salesman thought these people were crazy so he decided to find another house to ask for help. <br> <br>When he arrived at the neighbors house, the salesman said "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm a traveling salesman, it's pouring down rain and my car broke down. I stopped at your neighbors house but those people are crazy!" <br> <br>"What do you mean?" the neighbor asked. <br> <br>The salesman explained that he had peaked in the window and saw the woman wake up, grab her tit in one hand and the alarm clock in the other and started shaking them, and then her husband woke up and started jacking off and pouring water on his head. "Those people are crazy!" <br> <br>"No", the neighbor said, "they are both deaf and dumb." <br> <br>"What do you mean?" the salesman asked. <br> <br>The neighbor said, "She was telling her husband 'get up it's time to milk the cows.' Her husband replied, 'Fuck you, it's raining!'" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-27T11:09:59-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Lawsuit]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/lawsuit.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> MICHELIN MAN DENIES PATERNITY SUIT... CLAIMS CHILD IS NOT HIS <br /> <br /><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/michelin2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/michelin.jpg"> <br /> </center> <br />What Do You Think? <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-27T12:09:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Rapist Flees With Victim's Vehicle]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/rapist_flees_with_victims_vehicle.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Wrong... but funny! <center> <br><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/rapist.jpg"> <br></center> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-27T12:09:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Priceless!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/priceless.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>Hooded winter jacket with large inside pocket to conceal identity & carry gun: $65.00 <br> <br>9mm Handgun purchased from Ray-Jay up the block: $250.00 <br> <br>Failure to master proper weapon retention during your planned armed robbery:  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/robbery.gif"> <br> <br>PRICELESS!!!!! </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-27T12:09:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Drop Dead Gorgeous People!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/drop_dead_gorgeous_people.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I hope this raises some of your self esteem (it did mine!): <br><center> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/thunderthighs.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tummysuck.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fatfloats.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/chipsanyone.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/4boobs.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/bikergirl.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/Iwanttobeamodel.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laceup.jpg"> <br>As cool as this looks, it had to hurt like hell! </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-27T01:09:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[39 Things You Should Know]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/39_things_you_should_know.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night. <br> <br>2. Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often. <br> <br>3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car. <br> <br>4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity. <br> <br>5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before. <br> <br>6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance. <br> <br>7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious. <br> <br>8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission. <br> <br>9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program. <br> <br>10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip. <br> <br>11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks. <br> <br>12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good. <br> <br>13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway. <br> <br>14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it. <br> <br>15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes. <br> <br>16. A balanced diet is a beer in each hand. <br> <br>17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places. <br> <br>18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming. <br> <br>19. Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it. <br> <br>20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on. <br> <br>21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognise a mistake when you make it again. <br> <br>22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends. <br> <br>23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy fridge. <br> <br>24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world. <br> <br>25. It's not the jeans that make your bum look fat. <br> <br>26. If you had to identify, in 1 word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, & never will achieve, its full potential... that word would be "meetings". <br> <br>27. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness". <br> <br>28. People who want to share their religious views with you never want you to share yours with them. <br> <br>29. You should not confuse your career with your life. <br> <br>30. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. <br> <br>31. Never lick a steak knife. <br> <br>32. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip. <br> <br>33. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we put the clocks back. (Makes you wonder why us sensible folks in the southern hemisphere leave our clocks the fuck alone.) <br> <br>34. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment. <br> <br>35. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is <em>age eleven.</em> <br> <br>36. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers and have a sense of humor. <br> <br>37. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is <u><em>NOT</em></u> a nice person. <br> <br>38. Go ahead & do it.  Your friends love you anyway. <br> <br>39. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-09-27T01:09:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Futuristic Motel]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/futuristic_motel.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A salesman checked into a futuristic motel. <br> <br>Realizing he needed a haircut before the next day's meeting. He called down to the desk clerk to ask if there was a barber on the premises. <br> <br>"I'm afraid not, sir," the clerk told him apologetically "but down the hall from your room is a vending machine that should serve your purposes." <br> <br>Skeptical but intrigued, the salesman located the machine, inserted $15.00, and stuck his head into the opening, at which time the machine started to buzz and whirl. Fifteen seconds later the salesman pulled out his head and surveyed his reflection, which reflected the best haircut of his life.  <br> <br>Two feet away was another machine with a sign that read, 'Manicures, $20.00. <br> <br>"Why not?" thought the salesman. He paid the money, inserted his hands into the slot, and the machine started to buzz and whirl. <br> <br>Fifteen seconds later he pulled out his hands and they were perfectly manicured. <br> <br>The next machine had a sign that read, "This Machine Provides a Service Men Need When Away from Their Wives, 50 Cents". The salesman looked both ways, put fifty cents in the machine, unzipped his fly, and with some trepidation stuck his manhood into the opening. When the machine started buzzing, the guy let out a shriek of agony and almost passed out.  <br> <br>Fifteen seconds later it shut off. With trembling hands, the salesman was able to withdraw his tender body part... which now had a button sewn on the end. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-02T02:10:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Young CEO]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/young_ceo.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A young executive was leaving the office at the end of the day, when he found the CEO standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in hand. <br> <br>"Listen," said the CEO, "this is important, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?" <br> <br>"Certainly," said the young executive. <br> <br>He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button. <br> <br>"Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the machine. <br> <br>"I just need one copy."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-02T02:10:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Living Forever]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A sixty-year-old man went to the doctor for a check-up. The doctor told him, "You're in terrific shape. Why, you might live forever. How old was your father when he died?" <br> <br>The man responded, "Who said he was dead?" <br> <br>The doctor couldn't believe it. "Well, how old was your grandfather when he died?" <br> <br>The man responded again, "Who said he was dead?" <br> <br>The doctor was astonished. He said, "You mean to tell me you are sixty years old and both your father and your grandfather are alive? Is your grandfather very active?" <br> <br>"Sure," said the patient, "my grandfather is one-hundred and six, and next week he is getting married again." <br> <br>The doctor said, "At that age, why on earth would your grandfather want to get married?" <br> <br>His patient looked up at the doctor and said, "Who said he wanted to?"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T11:10:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Preacher & The Patient]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_preacher_the_patient.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A preacher went to visit his friend, who had been hospitalized. Walking into the hospital room, he noticed all the hoses and medical equipment attached to his friend. <br> <br>The preacher sat by the bed and asked, "How are you doing?" His friend motioned at a pad and pen on the nightstand. <br> <br>"You want that?" the preacher asked him, and handed his friend the pad and pen. His friend began to frantically scribble, but passed on just as he finished writing. <br> <br>At the funeral, the preacher was asked to deliver the service. "He was a good man and I'll never forget him," the preacher said, "I was with him when he died. In fact, I have his last words in my coat pocket." <br> <br>The preacher reaches into his pocket and pulls out the paper. "Please, get up! You're kneeling on my oxygen hose!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T11:10:32-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Short Halloween Joke]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/short_halloween_joke.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Q: What do you get when you goose a ghost???????????????? <br> <br>A: A handful of sheet. <br> <br>Lol <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/best_costume_for_a_pregnant_lady_ever.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T11:10:17-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Best Costume For A Pregnant Lady - EVER!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/best_costume_for_a_pregnant_lady_ever.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/costumepreg.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/mushroom.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T11:10:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Mushroom]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/mushroom.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/mushroom.jpg"></center> <br><br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T11:10:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[All-Time Best Tank Top]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/alltime_best_tank_top.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/msright.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/night_time_prayers.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T11:10:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Night Time Prayers]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/night_time_prayers.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is cute! <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/prayers.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/clean_jokes_for_slightly_twisted_minds.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T12:10:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Clean Jokes For Slightly Twisted Minds]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/clean_jokes_for_slightly_twisted_minds.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean14.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean15.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean16.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean17.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean18.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean19.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean20.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/clean21.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_i_like_kids.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T12:10:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why I Like Kids!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_i_like_kids.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids10-1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids11-1.jpg"> <br /> </center> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/tugboat_this_is_unbelievable.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T12:10:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Tugboat - This Is Unbelievable!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/tugboat_this_is_unbelievable.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat1.jpg"> <br>The towboat is approaching the bridge with barges loaded with coal. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat2.jpg"> <br>This frame gives you an idea of how fast the river is running. Obviously at or near flood stage. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat3.jpg"> <br><em>Oh CRAP!!!</em>  The bridge didn't open and the boat can't stop.  Notice that the tug has released the barges. He is backing as hard as possible to try and avoid a collision with the bridge. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat4.jpg"> <br>Can't back down enough against the current. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat5.jpg"> <br>Uh Oh!  The current has swung the boat around sideways.  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat6.jpg"> <br>The cook thinks maybe something isn't quite right. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat7.jpg"> <br>The boss is going to be <em>REAL</em> mad!  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat8.jpg"> <br>Uh, Boss?  Do we have flood insurance on this boat? <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat9.jpg"> <br>Um... Boss?  You ain't gonna believe what we just did!  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat10.jpg"> <br>She's low, but the flag is still flying.  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat11.jpg"> <br>Can you believe she's still afloat? <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat12.jpg"> <br>The wheelhouse door and the door in the second deck are now open.  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat13.jpg"> <br>Pouring out water. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat14.jpg"> <br>A little bit more out of the water. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat15.jpg"> <br>Look at the water pouring out of the second deck doorway.  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat16.jpg"> <br>The working deck is still underwater, but rising.   <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat17.jpg"> <br>Almost completely back upright. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat18.jpg"> <br>Notice anything unusual?  Look at the smoke coming from the exhausts.  This thing is running!!! <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/tugboat19.jpg"> <br>Notice the propwash at the rear of the tug.  The boat is upright and back under power. Ho Hum. Just another day on the river. <br> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/childrens_books_you_will_not_find_in_the_store.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T12:10:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Children's Books You Will NOT Find In The Store]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/childrens_books_you_will_not_find_in_the_store.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks5.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks7.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cbooks12.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/penguins.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T12:10:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Penguins]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/penguins.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Don't you feel like doing this to <em>AT LEAST</em> one person a day? <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/penguins.gif"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_reason_why.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T03:10:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Reason Why]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_reason_why.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/bombclass.gif"> <br> <br>Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslim terrorists are so quick to commit suicide. Let's see now... <br>  <br>No Jesus <br>No Christmas <br>No television <br>No cheerleaders <br>No baseball <br>No football <br>No hockey <br>No golf <br>No tailgate parties <br>No Wal-Mart <br>No Home Depot <br>No pork BBQ <br>No hot dogs <br>No burgers <br>No chocolate chip cookies <br>No lobster <br>No shellfish, or even frozen fish sticks  <br>No gumbo <br>No jambalaya <br>No Beer <br> <br>Rags for clothes and towels for hats.  <br>Constant wailing from the guy next-door because he's sick and there are no doctors. <br>Constant wailing from the guy in the tower.  <br>More than one wife. <br>You can't shave. <br>Your wives can't shave. <br>You can't shower to wash off the smell of donkey cooked over burning camel dung.  <br>The women have to wear baggy dresses and veils at all times.  <br>Your bride is picked by someone else.  <br>She smells just like your donkey.  <br>But your donkey has a better disposition.  <br>Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better!  <br> <br>I mean, really, is there a mystery here?  </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/luggage_security.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T03:10:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Luggage Security]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/luggage_security.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>New product on the market!  With all the theft from airline luggage now, and motel housekeeping going thru your luggage while you are out, this product will deter those thieves. Just place your valuables inside and travel feeling secure.   <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/briefsafe.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/lets_keep_this_hummer_moving.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T03:10:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Let's Keep This Hummer Moving]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/lets_keep_this_hummer_moving.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> CAMP PENDLETON, California (March 2, 2006) <br /> <br /> <div align="center">Karla Comfort received a lot of looks and even some salutes from people when she drove from Benton, Arkansas, to Camp Pendleton, California, in her newly-painted, custom Hummer H3. The vehicle is adorned with the likeness of her son, 20-year-old Lance Cpl. John M. Holmason, and nine other Marines with F Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division who where all killed by the same improvised explosive device blast in Fallujah, Iraq, in December.   <br /> </div><center> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calihummer1.jpg"> <br /> <br />For Karla Comfort, having the vehicle air brushed with the image of the 10 Marines was a way to pay homage to her hero and his fellow comrades who fell on Iraq's urban battlefield. <br /> <br />"I wanted to let people know that the Marines are doing their jobs honorably, and some of them die," said the 39-year-old from Portland, OR. "I don't want people to forget the sacrifices that my son and the other Marines made." <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calihummer2.jpg"> <br /> <br />Leading up to her son's death, Karla Comfort had received several letters from him prior to his return. He had been deployed for five months, and Comfort "worried everyday he was gone until she got the letters and found out the date he was coming home," she said. <br /> <br />Marines knocked on the front door of her home in Farmington, Michigan, at 3 am with the dreadful news. <br /> <br />"I let my guard down when I found out he was coming home," she said. "There are times that I still cannot believe it happened. It's very hard to deal with." <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calihummer3.jpg"> <br /> <br />Karla Comfort came up with the idea for the rolling memorial when she and her two other sons attended John's funeral in Portland, Oregon. <br /> <br />"I saw a Vietnam (War) memorial on a car, and I said to my son Josh, 'we should do something like that for John,'" she recalled. "He loved Hummers." <br /> <br />She purchased the vehicle in January and immediately took it to Airbrush Guy &amp; Co. in Benton, Arkansas, where artist Robert Powell went to work on changing the plain, black vehicle into a decorative, mobile, art piece. <br /> <br />"I only had the vehicle for two days before we took it in," she joked. <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calihummer4.jpg"> <br /> <br />Two hundred and fifty man-hours later, Powell had completed the vehicle. The custom job would have cost $25,000, but out of respect for Karla Comfort's loss and the sacrifices the Marines made, Airbrush Guy &amp; Co. did it for free. Comfort only had to purchase the paint, which cost $3,000. <br /> <br />"I love it," she said. "I'm really impressed with it, and I think John would be happy with the vehicle. He would have a big smile on his face because he loved Hummers." <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calihummer5.jpg"> <br /> <br />Karla gave Powell basic instructions on what to include in the paint job. But in addition to the image of her son in Dress Blues and the faces of the nine other Marines, there were several surprises. "He put a lot more on than I expected," she said "I think my favorite part is the heaven scene." <br /> <br />On the left side of the vehicle, a detail of Marines are depicted carrying their fallen comrades through the clouds to their final resting place. The American flag drapes across the hood, the words, "Semper Fi" crown the front windshield and the spare tire cover carries the same Eagle Globe and Anchor design that her son had tattooed on his back. <br /> <br />"All the support I have been getting is wonderful," she said. <br /> <br />Karla decided to move back to her hometown of Portland, and making the cross-country trip from Arkansas was a way for her to share her son's story. It's also her way of coping with the loss. <br /> <br />"Along the way I got nothing but positive feedback from people," she said. "What got to me was when people would salute the guys (Marines). It's hard to look at his picture. I still cry and try to get used to the idea, but it's hard to grasp the idea that he's really gone." <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/calihummer6.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T04:10:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ghetto Prom]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> A compilation of the <i>most ghetto proms <u>ever</u>.</i> Better roll out the red carpet for this one... <br /> <br /> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom1.jpg"> <br />Was there an ambulance &amp; several cop cars stationed at <i>YOUR</i> prom? <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom2.jpg"> <br />This looks more like a sorceress outfit than a prom dress... <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom3.jpg"> <br />These two look like contestants on a "Miss Ghetto USA Pageant." <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom4.jpg"> <br />White is always the virginal choice. <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom5.jpg"> <br />I wonder whose curtains had to die for this prom court? <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom6.jpg"> <br />Ghetto Spartan Cheerleaders. <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom7.jpg"> <br />Do you think these dresses make our asses look fat? <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom8.jpg"> <br />Look, everyone! It's Lil Kim &amp; her sister! <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom9.jpg"> <br />We wanted to make sure that prom didn't make us miss showing our Sixers support! <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom10.jpg"> <br />Nice suit, dude. Too bad you are <i>way</i> overdressed to be at this prom! <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom11.jpg"> <br />They think they are the Temptations... <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom12.jpg"> <br /><i>Yikes!</i> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom13.jpg"> <br />Did Dennis Rodman &amp; his homeboys graduate from this school? <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom14.jpg"> <br />Her hair is cleared for takeoff. <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom15.jpg"> <br />I gagged a bit when I saw this picture. Understated Elegance, wouldn't you agree?? <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom16.jpg"> <br />I didn't think they could get any worse... "Who's your daddy?" is still in question. <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gprom17.jpg"> <br />And I thought I had seen it all! Double gross! </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/dont_call_home_for_money.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T04:10:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't Call Home For Money!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A fifteen year-old boy came home with a Porsche and his parents began to yell and scream, "Where did you get that car?" <br> <br>He calmly told them, "I bought it today." <br> <br>"With what money?" demanded his parents. "We know what a Porsche costs!" <br> <br>"Well," said the boy, "this one cost me fifteen dollars." <br> <br>So the parents began to yell even louder. "Who would sell a car like that for fifteen dollars?" they asked. <br> <br>"It was the lady up the street," said the boy. "I don't know her name - they just moved in.  She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars." <br> <br>"Oh my Goodness!" moaned the mother, "She must be a child abuser.  Who knows what she will do next?  John, you go right up there and see what's going on." <br> <br>So the boy's father walked up the street to the house where the lady lived and found her out in the yard calmly planting petunias.  He introduced himself as the father of the boy to whom she had sold a Porsche for fifteen dollars and demanded to know why she did it. <br> <br>"Well," she said, "this morning I got a phone call from my husband. I thought he was on a business trip, but learned from a friend he has run off to Hawaii with his secretary and really doesn't intend to come back.  He claimed he was stranded and asked me to sell his new Porsche and send him the money.  So I did." <br> <br>(Are women good or what?) <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T04:10:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't Yah Wish Your Boyfriend Was Hot Like Me?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/hotbf.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T04:10:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You Know You're From A Small Town If...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>1) You can name everyone you graduated with.   <br>    <br>2) You know what 4-H means. <br> <br>3) You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because of the scratches on their legs from running through the woods when the party was busted. (See #6.) <br>   <br>4) You used to "drag the main strip". <br>   <br>5) You said the "F" word and your parents knew within the hour. <br>   <br>6) You scheduled parties around the schedules of different police officers, because you knew which ones would bust you and which ones wouldn't. <br>   <br>7) You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how old you were (and if you were old enough, they'd tell your parents anyhow). <br>   <br>8) When you did find somebody old enough and brave enough to buy cigarettes, you still had to go out into the country and drive on back roads to smoke them. <br>   <br>9) You knew which section of the ditch you would find the beer your buyer dropped off. <br>   <br>10) It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town. <br>   <br>11) The whole school went to the same party after graduation. <br>   <br>12) You didn't give directions by street names but rather by references. Ex: Turn by Nelson's house, go 2 blocks to Anderson's, and it's four houses left of the track field. <br>   <br>13) The golf course had only 9 holes. <br> <br>14) You couldn't help but date a friend's ex-boyfriend/girlfriend. <br>   <br>15) Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason. <br>   <br>16) The town next to you was considered "trashy" or "snooty" but was actually just like your town. <br>   <br>17) You referred to anyone with a house newer than 1965 as the "rich people." <br>   <br>18) The people in the "big city" dressed funny, and then you picked up the trend 2 years later. <br>   <br>19) Anyone you wanted to find could be found at the local gas station or the town bar. <br> <br>20) You saw at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town or one of your friends driving a grain truck to school occasionally. <br>   <br>21) The gym teacher suggested you haul hay for the summer to get stronger. <br>   <br>22) Directions were given using THE stop light as a reference. <br>   <br>23) When you decided to walk somewhere for exercise, 5 people would pull over and ask if you wanted a ride. <br>   <br>24) Your teachers called you by your older siblings' names. <br>   <br>25) Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents. <br>   <br>26)You could charge at any local store or write checks without any ID. <br>   <br>27) The closest McDonalds was 25 miles away (or more). <br>   <br>28) The closest mall was over an hour away. <br>   <br>29) It was normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower. <br>   <br>30) You've pee'd in a cornfield. <br>   <br>31) Most people went by a nickname (and some are listed by their nicknames in the phone book). <br>   <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-03T05:10:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ever Wonder Why Some People Are Single?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/single10.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>Have A Great Day! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-04T03:10:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Wedding Dress]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Jennifer's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement - not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother had found the <em>PERFECT</em> dress to wear and would be the best dressed mother-of-the-bride ever! <br> <br>A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her father's new young wife had bought the exact same dress!  Jennifer asked her to exchange it, but she refused. "Absolutely not, I look like a million bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it," she replied.  <br> <br>Jennifer told her mother who graciously said, "Never mind, Sweetheart, I'll get another dress.  After all, it's your special day." A few days later, they went shopping and did find another gorgeous dress.  <br> <br>When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "Aren't you going to return the other dress"?  You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it?" <br> <br>Her mother just smiled and replied, "Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-04T03:10:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Grocery Shopping]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><b><i> This is one of my favorites! </i></b> <br /> <br />A guy shopping in a supermarket noticed a little old lady following him around. If he stopped, she stopped. Furthermore she kept staring at him. <br /> <br />She finally overtook him at the checkout, and she turned to him and said, "I hope I haven't made you feel ill at ease; it's just that you look so much like my late son." <br /> <br />He answered, "That's okay." <br /> <br />"I know it's silly, but if you'd call out 'Good bye, Mom' as I leave the store, it would make me feel so happy." <br /> <br />She then went through the checkout, and as she was on her way out of the store, the man called out, "Good-bye, Mother." <br /> <br />The little old lady waved and smiled back at him. Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine into someone's day, he went to pay for his groceries. <br /> <br />"That comes to $121.85," said the clerk. "How come so much? I only bought 5 items..." <br /> <br />The clerk replied, "Yeah, but your Mother said you'd pay for her things, too." <br /> <br />The Moral Of This Story Is: <i>Do Not Trust Little Old Ladies!</i> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/only_in_iowa.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T10:10:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Only In Iowa]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>From the county where drunk driving used to considered a sport in our time, comes this story: <br> <br>Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Melcher, IOWA. After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off. <br> <br>Finally, he started the car, switched the wipers on and off - it was a fine, dry summer night - flicked the blinkers on and of a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and then remained still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons' vehicles left.  <br> <br>At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled out and drove slowly down the road. <br> <br>The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and administered a Breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the Breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had consumed any alcohol at all!  <br> <br>Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This Breathalyzer equipment must be broken." <br> <br>"I doubt it," said the truly proud Iowan. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/fair_enough.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T10:10:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Fair Enough]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/fair_enough.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God was missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the Archangel found Him, resting on the seventh day. He inquired of God, "Where have You been?" <br> <br>God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made!" <br> <br>Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?" <br> <br>"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put life on it. I'm going to call it Earth, and it's going to be a great place of balance." <br> <br>"Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused. <br> <br>God explained, pointing to different parts of Earth, "For example, northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth, while southern Europe is going to be poor; the Middle East over there will be a hot spot. And over there, I've placed a continent of white people, while over here is a continent of black people." <br> <br>God continued, pointing to different countries. "This one will be extremely hot and arid, while this one will be very cold and covered in ice." <br> <br>The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a large land mass and said, "What's that one?" <br> <br>"Ah," said God. "That's Iowa, the most glorious place on earth. There are beautiful lakes, rivers, sunsets, and rolling hills. The people from Iowa are going to be modest, intelligent, and humorous, and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will be extremely sociable, hardworking, and high-achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace." <br> <br>Michael gasped in wonder and admiration, but then proclaimed, "What about balance, God? You said there would be balance!" <br> <br>God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the idiots I'm putting around them in Illinois, Wisconsin, Missouri, Nebraska, and Minnesota!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T12:10:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Company Policy]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Effective: Starting Tomorrow <br /> <br /><i>Dress Code:</i> <br /> It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and, therefore, do not need a raise. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage you money better so that you may buy nicer clothes and therefore, you do not need a raise. If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore, you do not need a raise. <br /> <br /> <i>Sick Days:</i> <br /> We will no longer accept a physician statement as proof of illness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work. <br /> <br /><i>Personal Days:</i> <br /> Each employee will receive 104 personal days each year. They are called Saturday and Sunday. <br /> <br /> <i>Bereavement Leave:</i> <br /> This is not excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or coworkers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend to the arrangements. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently, leave one hour early. <br /> <br /> <i>Toilet Use:</i> <br /> Entirely too much time is being spend on the toilet. There is now a strict three minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a photograph will be taken. After your second offense, your photograph will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders" category. Anyone caught smiling in the photograph will be sanctioned under the company's mental health policy. <br /> <br /> <i>Lunch Break:</i> <br /> Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more so that they can look healthy. <br />Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch in order to have a balanced meal to maintain their average figure. <br />Chubby people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that is all the time they need to drink a slim fast. <br /> <br /> <i>Summary:</i> <br /> Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T01:10:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Best Smart-Ass Comebacks Of 2006]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_best_smartass_comebacks_of_2006.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <i>SMART ASS ANSWER #6</i> <br />It was mealtime during a flight on Hooters Airline. "Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked John, seated in front. <br /> <br />"What are my choices?" John asked. <br /> <br />"Yes or no," she replied. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>SMART ASS ANSWER #5</i> <br />A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. <br /> <br />As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. <br /> <br />Without missing a beat, she said, "Sir, I need to see your ticket not your stub." <br /> <br /> <br /><i>SMART ASS ANSWER #4</i> <br />A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. <br /> <br />She asked a stock boy, "Do these turkeys get any bigger?" <br /> <br />The stock boy replied, "No ma'am, they're dead." <br /> <br /> <br /><i>SMART ASS ANSWER #3</i> <br />The cop got out of his car and the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. <br /> <br />"I've been waiting for you all day," the cop said. <br /> <br />The kid replied, "Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could." <br /> <br />When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>SMART ASS ANSWER #2</i> <br />A truck driver was driving along on the freeway. A sign comes up that reads, "Low Bridge Ahead." Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge. <br /> <br />Cars are backed up for miles. <br /> <br />Finally, a police car comes up. the cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, "Got stuck, huh?" <br /> <br />The truck driver says, "No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of gas." <br /> <br /> <br /><i>SMART ASS ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2006</i> <br />A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. "Now class, I won't to tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!" <br /> <br />A smart-ass guy in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?" <br /> <br />The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering. <br /> <br />When silence is restored, the teacher smiles knowingly at the student, shakes her head and sweetly says, "Well, then I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T01:10:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[I Knew There Was A Book!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/i_knew_there_was_a_book.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/thebook.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T01:10:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Top Of The Line Hot Dog Cooker]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/top_of_the_line_hot_dog_cooker.mws</link>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T01:10:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Have You Ever Seen Porcupine Babies?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/have_you_ever_seen_porcupine_babies.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/porcupinebabies.jpg"></center> <br /> <div align="center">It gives a whole new meaning to the term "labor pains"!   <br /> </div> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T01:10:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Latest & Greatest Exercises]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/latest_greatest_exercises.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/TheDangersofMasturbation.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T03:10:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Mr. T Facts]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/mr_t_facts.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>These are kinda dumb, but someone should get a kick out of them...</em> <br> <br>1. Every time one door closes, another opens. Every time a fool closes a door, Mr. T kicks it in and crushes the fool, whose flattened corpse he then pities. <br> <br>2. On all 3428 instances it occured, when Mr. T and Chuck Norris both 'deflower' the same woman, the resulting spermal battles have caused the woman's uterus to explode in a flurry of pity and roundhouse kicks. <br> <br>3. Mr. T is the reason for the gasoline shortage, he drinks it for breakfast. <br> <br>4. Albert Einstein went mad after realizing the big bang was actually Mr. T pitying some fool. <br> <br>5. Mr. T Pities fools at a rate of 98 fools per minute (FPM's). <br> <br>6. Ever have a sharp pain in your chest that you can't explain? That was Mr. T, and it was a warning. <br> <br>7. Mr. T has been breaking the laws of physics since he was seven, and hasn't been arrested once. <br> <br>8. Mr. T doesn't suffer from pounding headaches... headaches suffer from a pounding Mr. T. <br> <br>9. There is not and never will be a Mrs. T. <br> <br>10. If Mr. T steps on a crack, Mother Nature breaks her back. <br> <br>11. In Rocky III, Mr. T character sparred so viciously with Sylvester Stallone that Sly died, and they used Sly's mother for the part instead. No one noticed. <br> <br>12. Every link of gold around Mr. T's neck represents 7 fools that that he pitied, and then ate. <br> <br>13. The T in Mr. T actually stands for an unpronounceable word in the language of defeat that all those who he has massacred squeal out with their last ounce of life. <br> <br>14. Mr. T pisses molten steel. <br> <br>15. Of all of Mr. T's muscles, his strongest is his love muscle. <br> <br>16. Mr. T has a secret Organization operating dedicated to impregnating every man, woman and child with "T-Men". <br> <br>17. The Grand Canyon was created when Mr. T mourned the passing of Chuck Norris' mullet. Embarassed, Mr. T established the theory of erosion. <br> <br>18. "Mr. T is pity; and the fool that dwelleth in pity dwelleth in Mr. T, and Mr. T in him." (Bible, I John 4:16) <br> <br>19. Mr. T can only use his power of pity at special times; if he pities someone too intensly they have been known to regain their virginity, spontaneously combust, and even to convert... and sometimes all three. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T03:10:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Chuck Norris Facts]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/chuck_norris_facts.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>While we are at it, we might as well list some Chuck Norris facts too...</em> <br> <br>1. When Chuck Norris was driving he saw a sign that said, "Caution: Small Children Playing." So he slowed down, but then it occurred to him: Chuck Norris isn't afraid of small children. <br> <br>2. Chuck Norris supports abortion. It is still unknown whether it is his attraction to killing babies or his desire to control his child support payments that fuels his support. <br> <br>3. Rather then drink a cup of coffee every morning, Chuck Norris pours the whole pot on his genitals every morning. He laughs because it tickles. <br> <br>4. Chuck Norris once boned the Mona Lisa, which is why she smiles. <br> <br>5. Never try and return a Chuck Norris Total Gym. Within 60 seconds of its return, Chuck Norris will rappel through your living room window and scissor kick you in the throat and immediately power f**k Christy Brinkley on your total gym. <br> <br>6. Chuck Norris's chest hair has chest hair. <br>  <br>7. If you come home to find Chuck Norris doing your wife, it's probably best to go fetch a glass of water and stand there in case Chuck gets thirsty. There ain't no future in any other course of action. <br> <br>8. If Chuck Norris is late, time better slow the f**k down. <br> <br>9. Whenever someone is constipated, doctors send them to Chuck Norris so he can scare the shit out of them. <br> <br>10. Chuck Norris once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now known as "The Islands." <br> <br>11. Chuck Norris is currently in a legal battle with the makers of Bubble Tape. Norris claims "6 Feet of Fun" is actually the trademark for his penis. <br> <br>12. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is based on a true story: Chuck Norris once ate a turtle whole, and when he crapped it out, the turtle was six feet tall and had learned karate. <br> <br>13. Pee Wee Herman got arrested for masturbating in public. The same day, Chuck Norris got an award for masturbating in public. <br> <br>14. As a poor college student, Chuck Norris went to the local sperm bank to make some quick cash. He retired later that day. <br> <br>15. We all know the magic word is please. As in the sentence, "Please don't kill me." Too bad Chuck Norris doesn't believe in magic. <br> <br>16. Chuck Norris tears can be collected, but you have to milk his eyes like the fangs of a cobra. Only one person has tried, and his name was Christopher Reeve. <br> <br>17. Chuck Norris once roundhouse-kicked a midget and it burst into 25 gold coins. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T03:10:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Short Riddle]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/short_riddle.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>How come when you mix water and flour together you get glue? <br> <br>And then you add eggs and sugar... and you get cake?  <br> <br>Where did the glue go?  <br>   <br>You know darned well where it went!  <br> <br>That's what makes the cake stick to your BUTT!  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T03:10:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[World War III Is Coming!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/world_war_iii_is_coming.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>President Bush and Rumsfeld are sitting in a bar. <br> <br>A guy walks in and asks the barman, "Isn't that Bush and Rumsfeld sitting over there?" <br> <br>The bartender says, "Yep, that's them." <br> <br>So the guy walks over and says, "Wow, this is a real honor! What are you guys doing in here?" <br> <br>Bush says, "We're planning World War III." <br> <br>The guy asks, "Really? What's going to happen?" <br> <br>Bush says, "Well, we're going to kill 140 million Muslims and one blonde with big tits." <br> <br>The guy exclaimed, "A blonde with big tits? Why kill a blonde with big tits?" <br> <br>Bush turns to Rumsfeld and says, "See, I told you no one cares about the 140 million Muslims!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T03:10:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pantyhose Quiz]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Question: How many animals can you fit into a pair of pantyhose? <br> <br>Now, think about  it...... <br> <br>Answer:  <br>10 little piggies <br>2 calves, <br>1 ass, <br>and an unknown number of hares. <br> <br>Now I bet you didn't know that!  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T04:10:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[You'll Laugh At These!]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing10.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh11.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh12.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh13.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh14.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh15.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh16.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh17.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh18.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh19.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laugh20.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing14.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/laughing15.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T05:10:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Best Guy T-Shirt Of The Year]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T05:10:10-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Life With Computers]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/life_with_computers.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/comp1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/comp2.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/comp3.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/comp4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/comp5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/comp6.gif"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T05:10:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Maxine]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Some words of wisdom from Maxine... <center><br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max1.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max14.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max15.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max16.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max17.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max18.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max19.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max20.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max21.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max22.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max23.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/max24.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T05:10:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Tiger & The Piglets]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs.  Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, died shortly after birth. <br> <br>The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine. The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve. <br> <br>After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. <br> <br>Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species. The only "orphans" that could be found quickly, were a litter of wiener pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger. <br> <center><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/pigtiger1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/pigtiger2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/pigtiger3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/pigtiger4.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-09T05:10:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Gas Prices]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/gas_prices.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/gasprices12.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T10:10:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Secret]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_secret.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A cowboy walks into The Broken Back Bar and two  steps in, he realizes it's a gay bar. "What the heck," he says to himself, "I really want a drink." <br> <br>When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the cowboy, "What's the name of your  willy?" <br> <br>The cowboy says, "Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a drink." <br> <br>The gay waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your willy. Mine for instance is called <em>NIKE,</em> for the Slogan 'Just Do It.' That guy down at the end of the bar calls his <em>SNICKERS,</em> Because 'It really Satisfies.' " <br> <br>The cowboy looks dumbfounded, so the bartender tells him he will give him a second to think it over. So the cowboy asks the man sitting to his left who is sipping on a beer, "Hey bud, what's the name of yours?" <br> <br>The man looks back and says with a smile, <em>"TIMEX."</em>  <br> <br>The thirsty cowboy asks, "Why Timex?"  <br> <br>The fella proudly replies, "Cause it takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin!" <br> <br>A little shaken, the cowboy turns to two fella's on his right, who happen to be sharing a fruity Margarita and says, "So, what do you guys call yours?" <br> <br>The first man turns to him and proudly exclaims,  "<em>Ford</em>, because 'Quality is Job One'." Then he adds, "Have you driven a Ford lately?" <br> <br>The guy next to him then says, "I call  mine <em>Chevy</em> - Like a Rock!" and gives the cowboy a wink. <br> <br>Even more shaken, the Cowboy has to think for a moment before he comes up with a name for his  manhood. Finally, he turns to the bartender and exclaims, "The name of  my willy is <em>Secret.</em>  Now give me a beer."  <br> <br>The bartender begins to pour the  cowboy a beer, but with a puzzled look asks, "Why Secret?"  <br> <br>The cowboy replies, "Because it's strong enough for a man but made for a WOMAN!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T11:10:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Funny Cartoons]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=485</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha7.gif"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha10.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha11.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha12.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha13.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha14.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha15.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha16.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/ha17.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart7.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cart8.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T12:10:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[More Cartoons]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/more_cartoons.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto14.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto15.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto16.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto17.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto18.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto19.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto20.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto21.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto22.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto23.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto24.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto25.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto26.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto27.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/carto28.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T12:10:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Humor For Adults]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun7.gif"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adfun9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/adufun10.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T02:10:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Postcards For Women]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/postcards_for_women.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard14.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard15.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard16.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard17.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard18.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard19.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard20.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard21.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard22.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard23.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/postcard24.jpg"> <br> <br>Best License Plate For A Woman: <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/plate.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T05:10:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[If Women Ruled The World...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled4.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled9.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/womenruled10.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T05:10:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Transparent Butterflies From Panama]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/transparent_butterflies_from_panama.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>These are really pretty!! <center><br><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/butterflies1.jpg"> <br><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/butterflies2.jpg"> <br><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/butterflies3.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T05:10:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Children Should Not Be Left Alone]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/Kids01.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kids02-1.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T05:10:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Warning]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_warning.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>This morning, from a cave somewhere in Pakistan, Taliban Minister of Migration, Mohammed Omar, warned the United States that if military action against Iraq continues, Taliban authorities will cut off America's supply of convenience store managers.  And if this action does not yield sufficient results, cab drivers will be next, followed by Dell customer service reps and Motel 6 managers. <br> <br>It's getting ugly!!! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-11T06:10:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Lizard Story]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/lizard_story.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.  <br> <br>Here's what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.  <br> <br>"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, dad, can you help?"  <br> <br>I put my best lizard-healer statement on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.   <br> <br>"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"  <br> <br>"Oh my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies."  <br> <br>"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"  <br> <br>I was equally outraged.  <br> <br>"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife.  <br> <br>"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?"  she inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)  <br> <br>"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).  <br> <br>"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.  <br> <br>"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me. (again with the sarcasm, you think?)  <br> <br>By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.  <br> <br>"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience, I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."  <br> <br>"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.  <br> <br>"Well, isn't <em>THAT</em> just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?)  <br> <br>We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.  <br> <br>"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.   <br> <br>"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.  <br> <br>"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.  <br> <br>"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.  <br> <br>"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)  <br> <br>"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.  <br> <br>We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.  <br> <br>"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)  <br> <br>The Vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.  <br> <br>"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.  <br> <br>"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"  <br> <br>I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.  <br> <br>"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.  <br> <br>"Oh, perfectly," the Vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um... um... masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife.  <br> <br>"Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron."  <br> <br>We were silent, absorbing this.  <br> <br>"So Ernie's just... just... excited," my wife offered.  <br> <br>"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.  <br> <br>More silence. Then my viscous, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.  <br> <br>"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.  <br> <br>Tears were now running down her face. Laughing "It's just... that... I'm picturing you pulling on its... its... teeny little..." she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.  <br> <br>"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the Vet and hurriedly bundled the lizards and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.  <br> <br>"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me.  <br> <br>"Oh, you have <em>NO</em> idea."  <br> <br>Closed mouth, my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.  <br> <br>Moral of the story: finish biology class - lizards lay eggs! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-15T07:10:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[If Myspace Was Real Life...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/if_myspace_was_real_life.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Tila Tequila would know everyone in the whole world. <br> <br>You would look your very best at all times. <br> <br>19 year old boys wouldn't own shirts and 19 year old girls would not own pants. <br> <br>If you're a fat girl, people would only see you from the shoulders up. <br> <br>People would be able to photoshop out pimples on their face. <br> <br>Girls would always be posing, cheeks sucked in and lips puckered two feet off their face. <br> <br>Your attraction to someone would be based on their favorite clothing label, their favorite band, and a survey. <br> <br>All females would be bi and all males would drive import muscle cars. <br> <br>Most people would walk around with a full-size mirror 2 feet in front of them. <br> <br>Your driver's license would have hearts around your name or quote from an emo song. <br> <br>It would be perfectly acceptable to blurt out any random filthy perverse sexual thought at any random woman/man you thought was "hott" as a first greeting. <br> <br>Some people would be holding their right arm out straight in front of them at all times. <br> <br>Everyone would make $100,000 a year or higher. <br> <br>There would be alot of underage strippers in the world. <br> <br>There would be a lot of youthful looking 99 year olds. <br> <br>You would have to paint your walls using <em>Thomas Myspace Editor</em> codes in your apartment. <br> <br>When someone said something funny, you'd actually roll around on the floor and laugh your fucking ass off. <br> <br>At nights when you are asleep you would get people running in your room that you don't know saying. "It's 4 AM, I can't sleep, someone talk to me." <br> <br>Bands would go to your house and ask you to give them a listen because they see that you like a band that they sound nothing like. <br> <br>Anytime you walk into someone's house, they have the same video or song playing all the time, non-stop for three months straight. <br> <br>People would run up to you, tell you a random message, and you'd have 17 minutes and 13 seconds to pass it along before a ghost came to your house and raped your dog. <br> <br>People would inexplicably be stuck in their homes for hours unable to communicate with the out side world because some asshole put up a large white wall in front of every door and window with a note attached saying Sorry but an unexpected error has occurred. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Charades]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/charades.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/Charades.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:00-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Has Anyone Smiled At You Today?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/has_anyone_smiled_at_you_today.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Let me be the first!  LOL <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/smiletoday.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Feeling Underappreciated At Work Lately?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/feeling_underappreciated_at_work_lately.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/underappreciated.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:10-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pure Speculation]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/pure_speculation.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> This may be pure speculation, but I think someone came home from work early... <br /> <br /><center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/speculation.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[To The Fisherman In Us All...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/to_the_fisherman_in_us_all.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fisher1.jpg"> <br /> <br />Dear Abby: <br /> <br />When I finally retired, I could hardly wait to spend time enjoying my favorite pastime -- bass fishing. I got my own little fishing boat and tried to get my wife to join me, but she just never liked fishing. Finally, one day at the Bait &amp; Tackle Shop, I got to talking to Sam the shop owner who it turned out loves bass fishing as much as I do. We quickly became fishing buddies. As I said the wife doesn't care about fishing; she not only refuses to join us she always complains that I spend too much time fishing. <br /> <br />A few weeks ago Sam and I had the best fishing trip ever. Not only did I catch the most beautiful bass you've ever seen, only a few minutes later Sam must have caught his twin brother! So I took a picture of Sam holding up the two nice bass that we caught and showed the picture to the wife hoping that maybe she'd get interested. Instead she says she doesn't want me to go fishing at all anymore! And she wants me to sell the boat! I think she just doesn't like to see me enjoying myself. <br /> <br />What would you do? Tell the wife to forget it and continue my hobby or quit fishing and sell the boat as she insists? <br /> <br />Thanks, A fisherman <br /> <br />P.S. I have enclosed the picture of Sam showing off the bass we caught. <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/fisher2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <br />Dear Fisherman, <br /> <br />Get rid of that narrow minded wife. That's a nice pair of bass. </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Stress Indicator]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/stress_indicator.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center>The photo below has 2 identical dolphins in it. It was used in a case study of stress levels.                                                    <br> <br>Look at both dolphins jumping out of the water. The dolphins are identical.                                                                 <br> <br>A large scientific study revealed that in spite of the fact that the dolphins are identical, a person under stress would find differences in the two dolphins.                                                          <br> <br>If there are many differences found between both dolphins, it means that the person is experiencing a great amount of stress.                       <br> <br>Look at the photograph and if you find more than one or two differences you may want to take a vacation.    <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/stressindicator.jpg"> </center><br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-  </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:09-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Woman Test]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_woman_test.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is a simple vision trick that determines whether you are a woman or not, by using the latest technology available to researchers. <br> <br>Instructions: Look at the picture and try to find at least one picture of a dog. <br> <br>Here are some comments from some people who took this test: <br> <br>"I couldn't see a dog and I stared at the picture for a good 10 minutes." <br> <br>"I think it is one of those pictures where you have to stare at certain spot and then everything comes into focus, but it never happened to me. I'll give it another try later." <br> <br>"I almost didn't find the dogs at all!" <br> <br>"There is a dog in this picture? Where??" <br> <br>"This must be a joke; there are no dogs in this picture." <br> <br>The average reaction time for men appears to be a lot smaller than that for a woman. The following are average times for men and women: <br> <br>Women: 12.46 minutes <br>Men: 1.23 seconds <br> <br>Hint: The dogs appear to be white with black spots. <br> <br>Good luck and happy hunting. Scroll down to see the picture. <br> <br>Keep going... <br> <br>Almost there... <br> <br>Get ready... <br> <br>Don't say we didn't warn you... <br> <br>Here it is...  <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/firedogs.jpg"> </center><br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T10:10:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Original Computer]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_original_computer.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/FwTheori.jpg"> <br> <br>Memory was something you lost with age <br>An application was for employment <br>A program was a TV show <br>A cursor used profanity <br> <br>A keyboard was a piano <br>A web was a spider's home <br>A virus was the flu <br>A CD was a bank account <br> <br>A hard drive was a long trip on the road <br>A mouse pad was where a mouse lived <br> <br>And if you had a 3 inch floppy... <br>You just hoped nobody ever found out! <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/waggle.gif">  </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T11:10:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[When Cloning Goes Bad...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/when_cloning_goes_bad.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Whoever made these did a <em>GREAT</em> job!! <center><br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cloning8.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T11:10:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[For Those Of You Having A Bad Day...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/for_those_of_you_having_a_bad_day.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Remember, it could <u><em>always</em></u> be worse! <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/havingabadday.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T05:10:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[For Those Who Thought They Knew Everything...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/for_those_who_thought_they_knew_everything.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/refresher.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/coco.gif"> <br>The liquid inside young coconuts can be used as a substitute for blood plasma. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/paper-1.jpg"> <br>No paper can be folded in half more than seven times. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/donkeys.gif"> <br>Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/sleeping.gif"> <br>You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/oaktrees.gif"> <br>Oak trees do not produce acorns until they are 50 years of age or older. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/wrigleys.jpg"> <br>The first product to have a bar code was Wrigley's gum. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/kingofhearts.gif"> <br>The King Of Hearts is the only king without a moustache. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/olivesalad.jpg"> <br>American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first class. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/venus.jpg"> <br>Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. (Since Venus is normally associated with women, what does this tell you?) <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/apples.gif"> <br>Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/dustparticles.gif"> <br>Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/marlboro.jpg"> <br>The first owner of the Marlboro Company died of lung cancer.  So did the first "Marlboro Man." <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/micey.gif"> <br>Walt Disney was afraid of mice! <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/smallmarl.jpg"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cokea.jpg"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/bud.jpg"> <br>The three most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca Cola, and Budweiser, in that order. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/cowy.gif"> <br>It is possible to lead a cow upstairs... but not downstairs. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/quack.gif"> <br>A duck's quack doesn't echo and no one knows why. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/toothbrush.gif"> <br>Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least 6 feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resulting from the flush. (I keep my toothbrush in the living room now!) <br> <br> <br>And I saved the best for last... <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/turtles.gif"> <br>Turtles can breathe through their butts! <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/everyting.jpg"> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/importance.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-17T05:10:26-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Mr. Angry/Ms. Calm]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> I don't know how this works but it does! <br /> <br />If you watch the above images from your seat in front of the computer, Mr.Angry is on the left, and Ms. Calm is on the right. <br /> <br />Get up from your seat, and move back about 7 to 12 feet. They switch places! <br /> <br />I believe this illusion was created by Phillippe G. Schyns and Aude Oliva of the University of Glasgow. <br /> <br />This proves that we may not be seeing what's actually there, all the time. <br /> <br />I do not know how they generated this fascinating image, and I don't know of anyone else who is able to generate anything similar in Photoshop. I understand it has something to do with "low-pass" and "high-pass" filters, but I am unsure on the details. <br /> <br /> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/angrycalm.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-18T03:10:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Men Are So Attracted To Dodge Trucks]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_men_are_so_attracted_to_dodge_trucks.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/dodgetrucks.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_men_wear_clothes.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-18T03:10:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Men Wear Clothes]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/why_men_wear_clothes.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Early Experiences That Convinced The Male To Clothe Himself... <center><br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/menclothes1.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/menclothes2.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/menclothes3.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/menclothes4.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/menclothes5.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/menclothes6.gif"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/menclothes7.gif"> </center><br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/watermelon_eggshell_sculptures.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-18T04:10:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Watermelon & Eggshell Sculptures]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/watermelon_eggshell_sculptures.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Check These Out! <br /><center> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/checktheseout.gif"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel6.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel8.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel9.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel10.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel11.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/watermel12.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/eggshell1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/eggshell2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/eggshell3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/eggshell7.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/eggshell5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/eggshell4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/eggshell6.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-18T06:10:36-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Say It With Buttons...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons14.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons15.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons16.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/buttons17.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-20T04:10:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How Many Of These Did You Know About?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/how_many_of_these_did_you_know_about.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A sealed envelope - Put in the freezer for a few hours, then slide a knife under the flap. The envelope can then be resealed. <br>(Hmmmmmm...) <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Use Empty toilet paper roll to store appliance cords. It keeps them neat and you can write on the roll what appliance it belongs to. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>For icy door steps in freezing temperatures: get warm water and put Dawn dish washing liquid in it. Pour it all over the steps. They won't refreeze. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>To remove old wax from a glass candle holder, put it in the freezer for a few hours. Then take the candle holder out and turn it upside down. The wax will fall out. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Crayon marks on walls? This worked wonderfully! A damp rag, dipped in baking soda. Comes off with little effort (elbow grease that is!). <br> <br>============================================  <br> Permanent marker on appliances/counter tops? Use rubbing alcohol on a paper towel. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Whenever I purchase a box of S.O.S. Pads, I immediately take a pair of scissors and cut each pad into halves. After years of having to throw away rusted and unused and smelly pads, I finally decided that this would be much more economical. Now a box of S.O.S. pads lasts me indefinitely! (In fact, I have noticed that the scissors get 'sharpened' this way!) <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Got blood stains on clothes? Not to worry! Just pour a little hydrogen peroxide on a cloth and proceed to wipe off every drop of blood. Works every time! (Now, where to put the body? LOL) <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Use vertical strokes when washing windows outside and horizontal for inside windows. This way you can tell which side has the streaks. Straight vinegar will get outside windows really clean. Don't wash windows on a sunny day. They will dry too quickly and will probably streak. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Spray a bit of perfume on the light bulb in any room to create a lovely light scent in each room when the light is turned on. Make sure the light if off and cold when you spray it on! <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Place fabric softener sheets in dresser drawers and your clothes will smell freshly washed for weeks to come. You can also do this with towels and linen. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Candles will last a lot longer if placed in the freezer for at least 3 hours prior to burning. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>To clean artificial flowers, pour some salt into a paper bag and add the flowers. Shake vigorously as the salt will absorb all the dust and dirt and leave your artificial flowers looking like new! Works like a charm! <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>To easily remove burnt on food from your skillet, simply add a drop or two of dish soap and enough water to cover bottom of pan, and bring to a boil on stove top. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Spray your TUPPERWARE with nonstick cooking spray before pouring in tomato based sauces and there won't be any stains. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Wrap celery in aluminum foil when putting in the refrigerator and it will keep for weeks. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>When boiling corn on the cob, add a pinch of sugar to help bring out the corn's natural sweetness. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Cure for headaches: Take a lime, cut it in half, and rub it on your forehead. The throbbing will go away. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Don't throw out all that leftover wine: Freeze into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and sauces. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>To get rid of itch from mosquito bites, try applying soap on the area and you will experience instant relief. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Ants, ants, ants everywhere... Well, they are said to never cross a chalk line. So, get your chalk out and draw a line on the floor or wherever ants tend to march. See for yourself. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Use air-freshener to clean mirrors. It does a good job and better still, leaves a lovely smell to the shine. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>When you get a splinter, reach for the scotch tape before resorting to tweezers or a needle. Simply put the scotch tape over the splinter, and then pull it off. Scotch tape removes most splinters painlessly and easily. <br> <br>============================================ <br> <br>Now look what you can do with Alka Seltzer... <br><em>Clean a toilet.</em>  Drop in two Alka Seltzer tablets, wait twenty minutes, brush and flush. The citric acid and effervescent action clean vitreous China. <br> <br><em>Clean a vase.</em> <br>To remove a stain from the bottom of a glass vase or cruet, fill with water and drop in two Alka Seltzer tablets. <br> <br><em>Polish jewelry.</em> <br>Drop two Alka Seltzer tablets into a glass of water and immerse the jewelry for two minutes. <br> <br><em>Clean a thermos bottle.</em> <br>Fill the bottle with water, drop in four Alka Seltzer tablets, and let soak for an hour (or longer, if necessary). <br> <br><em>Unclog a drain.</em> <br>Clear the sink drain by dropping three Alka Seltzer tablets down the drain followed by a cup of Heinz White Vinegar. Wait a few minutes, and then run the hot water. <br> <br><em>Makes you wonder about ingesting Alka Seltzer, doesn't it?</em> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T12:10:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Leather Tuskadero]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Your mother always warned you that tanning was bad for your skin! <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/leatherskin.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T12:10:15-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Wedding Of The Year!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/wedding_of_the_year.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I would like to believe that the wedding you are about to witness never took place, but I'm afraid it is all too real.  Scroll to the very bottom.  Unfortunately, it just gets worse.    <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/weddingyear1.jpg"> <br>Introducing the wedding party: First, the handsome groomsmen and the fine looking groom (in red).  Red ties, black ties, no tie, untied. Mass confusion.   <br>"Alright, everyone... let's line up for the picture. Let's see... hmmm, where shall we... oh, yes! Perfect! Everyone, please move quickly! Right over there, in front of the garage. Yes, that will be just smashing!"  <br>I guess a jacket at a wedding would just be too citified, so let's just pin these boutonniere's right on the white shirts. Bubba, put down that cigarette!  And no smoking during the ceremony!  I told him it's tacky to light up during the sermon.   <br>If we could have put the wedding off for two more months, the groom would have saved enough money for a pair of black shoes. I told him his tennis shoes have black trim... that's good enough. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/weddingyear2.jpg"> <br>Next, the lovely bridesmaids and the blushing bride.  Not everyone can pull off such a vibrant red, but I think this group does it. Sassy, I tell you, just sassy. <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/weddingyear3.jpg"> <br>Last, the cute couple. Those Wal-Mart slides really enhance her ankles. Too bad they didn't come in white. Note how their "outdoor backdrop" is a clearing probably behind the All-Sups where the weeds actually got mowed just for this occasion.   <br>At least his head is somewhat proportionate... To her left boob. (Uh, make that <em>SECOND</em> from the left boob...) <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/weddingyear4.jpg"> <br>What's she showing us here? A severe case of knee gout?? Apparently, whatever it is has her husband in more of a stupor than usual - How bout those teeth? (He kinda reminds me of a bat here, actually...) <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/other/weddingyear5.jpg"> <br>"You <em><u>SO</u></em> crazy, honey."  (A <em>SICK</em> bat...) <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/weddingyear6.jpg"> <br>"Here baby, let me help you up here..."  (There are no words...) <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/weddingyear7.jpg"> <br>He's apparently reaching for something and having trouble locating it... A forklift might help raise any blockage.   <br> <br>You can almost hear the banjo music. </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T01:10:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Whoa!!!]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/whoa.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Imagine you are at a party... <br />You've been drinking... <br />And then you have to visit the bathroom... <br />You open the door... <br /> <br />(Now, remember this floor is just a painted floor! <br /> <br /> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/floor.jpg"> </center> <br />Kinda takes your breath away, doesn't it? <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/traveling_editor.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T01:10:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Traveling Editor]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/traveling_editor.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A magazine editor is traveling through the rainforest, in search of a fabled cannibalistic tribe. He falls into a trap, goes unconscious, and wakes up tied to a stake with a fire burning slowly underneath him. <br> <br>He cries out for help, and is answered by what is obviously one of the tribesmen, who informs him that he is going to be served as dinner to the leader of the tribe. <br> <br>"But you don't understand!" the man cries. "You can't do this to me! I'm an editor for a major American magazine!" <br> <br>"Ah," replies the tribesman, "Well, you are about to become editor-in-chief!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T01:10:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Why Dogs Hate Halloween]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hallodogs14.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T01:10:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Boobies - Not For The Easily Offended]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> Open with discretion! <center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/Boobies.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T02:10:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Boo!]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-10-24T02:10:01-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Links]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/?entry=521</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://members.home.nl/saen/Special/Zoeken.swf">Can You Spot The Difference?</a> <br>There are two identical pictures that will appear on the screen. Almost 8,000 people were tested to see if they could find the 3 differences in the two pictures and only 19 found all 3. See how observant you are. If you find all 3, you're one of very few people who are able to do this. <br> <br><a href="http://home.mn.rr.com/t1camp1/Focus.swf">Simple Eye Test</a> <br>This is National Eye Care month. Do yourself a favor and take this simple vision test. It's an early test for cataracts. It is simple to do and it's fun. Remember, cataracts know no age boundary; young and old can have this "preventable" eye disease.    <br> <br><a href="http://minibytes.mondominishows.com/poo/affiliates/play.asp?Affil=iwon&amp;!%20amp;W">E-Stomp</a> <br>A cute little interactive Halloween greeting card. <br> <br><a href="http://blog.adonias.cl/archivos/Flash/Jingle_Bells_Reversed.swf">Jingle Bells Reversed</a> <br>A little early for Christmas Carols, but interesting all the same. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T11:11:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Guts Or Balls]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed the definition for each is listed below... <br> <br><em>GUTS</em> - Is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom in her hand, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?" <br> <br><em>BALLS</em> - Is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say: "You're next." <br> <br>I hope this clears up any confusion on the subject; however in reality there isn't much difference since either one will ultimately result in death! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T11:11:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Git-R-Dun]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>"Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?" <br> <br>"Yes. What can I do for you?" <br> <br>"I'm  calling to report 'bout my neighbor Virgil Smith.... He's hidin' marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he's hidin' it there!" <br> <br>"Thank you very much for the call, sir." <br> <br>The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on Virgil's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at Virgil and leave.  Shortly, the phone rings at Virgil's house. <br> <br>"Hey, Virgil!  This here's Floyd... did the Sheriff come?" <br> <br>"Yeah!" <br> <br>"Did they chop your firewood?" <br> <br>"Yep!" <br> <br>"Happy Birthday, buddy!" <br> <br><em>(Rednecks know how to Git-R-Dun!)</em> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T12:11:19-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Texas Chili Contest]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> <i>This is hilarious!!!</i> <br /> <br />If you can read this whole story without laughing then there's no hope for you. <br /> <br />Note: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better. For those of you who have lived in Texas, you know how true this is. They actually have a Chili Cook-off about the time Halloween comes around. It takes up a major portion of a parking lot at the San Antonio City Park. <br /> <br />Judge #3 was an inexperienced Chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield, IL. <br /> <br />************************************** <br /> <br />Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted." <br /> <br />Here are the score card notes from the event: <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick. <br /> <br />Judge #2: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild. <br /> <br />Judge # 3 (Frank): Holy snot what the devil is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI # 2 - JERRYS AFTERBURNER CHILI</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang. <br /> <br />Judge #2: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously. <br /> <br />Judge #3: Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure, what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI #3 - HANKS FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. <br /> <br />Judge #2: A bit salty, good use of peppers. <br /> <br />Judge #3: Call the EPA - I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. The barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting green-faced from all of the beer. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing. <br /> <br />Judge #2: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili. <br /> <br />Judge #3: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beermaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300 pound woman is starting to look <u>HOT</u>... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac? <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI # 5 - SANDIES LEGAL LIP REMOVER</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive. <br /> <br />Judge #2: Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement. <br /> <br />Judge #3: My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead, and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really made me mad that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Stupid rednecks fonneys. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI # 6 - JOHNS VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers. <br /> <br />Judge #2: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb. <br /> <br />Judge #3: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I messed on myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my hinny with a snow cone. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI # 7 - PATS SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers. <br /> <br />Judge #2: Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.** <br /> <br />Judge #3: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing it's too painful. I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach. <br /> <br /> <br /><i>CHILI #8 - RANDYS TOENAIL CURLING CHILI</i> <br /> <br />Judge #1: The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence. <br /> <br />Judge #2: This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili? <br /> <br />Judge #3: No Report. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T01:11:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Flapping]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A very sexually active woman tells her plastic surgeon that she wants her vagina lips reduced in size because they were flapping in the breeze. Out of embarrassment she insisted that the surgery be kept a secret and the Surgeon agreed. <br> <br>Awakening from the anesthesia after the surgery she found three roses carefully placed beside her on the bed. Outraged, she immediately calls in the doctor. "I thought I asked you not to tell anyone about my operation!" <br> <br>The surgeon told her he had carried out her wish for confidentiality and that the first rose was from him: "I felt sad because you went through this all by yourself." <br> <br>"The second rose is from my nurse. She assisted me in the surgery and empathized because she had had the same procedure done some time ago." <br> <br>"And what about the third rose?" she asked. <br> <br>"Oh, that rose is from a man upstairs in the burn unit. He wanted to thank you for his new ears." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T03:11:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Un-Used]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The wife comes home early & finds her husband in their master bedroom making love to a beautiful young woman... <br>  <br>"You unfaithful, disrespectful pig! How dare you do this to me the faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving you, I want a divorce!" <br> <br>The husband replies, "Wait, Wait a minute! Before you leave, at least listen to what happened".  <br> <br>"Fine," she said, "but it'll be the last words you say to me you unfaithful pig!" <br>  <br>The husband begins to tell his story. "While driving home this young lady asks for a ride. I saw her so defenseless that I went ahead and allowed her in my car. I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed and very dirty. She mentioned that she had not eaten for 3 days. With great compassion and hurt, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas that I made for you last night that you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll gain weight. The poor thing practically devours them. Since she was very dirty I asked her to take a shower. While she was showering, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes so I threw her clothes away. Since she needed clothes, I gave her the pair of jeans that you had for a few years that you can no longer wear because they are too tight on you. <br>  <br>"I also gave her the blouse that I gave you on our Anniversary that you don't wear because I didn't have good taste. I gave her the pullover that my sister gave you for Christmas that you will not wear just to bother my sister and I also gave her the boots that you bought at the expensive boutique that you never wore again after you saw your co-worker wearing the same pair." <br>  <br>The husband continues, "The young woman was very grateful to me and I walked her to the door. When we got to the door she turned around and with tears coming out of her eyes, she asks me: 'Sir, do you have anything else that your wife does not use?'" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T03:11:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Golfing]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two women were playing golf. One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. The ball hit one of the men. He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony. <br> <br>The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize. "Please allow me to help. I'm a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me," she told him. <br> <br>"Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes," the man replied. <br> <br>He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands together at his groin. At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help. <br> <br>She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside. She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, "How does that feel?" <br> <br>He replied, "It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T03:11:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Sheriff's Car]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Kern County, California, Sheriff's Department orders plain white patrol units and has the graphics applied locally.  What they ordered was not quite what they got.   <br> <br>This car was driven for a week before an officer noticed what the graphics company employee did on the passenger side of the car.  The employee did this on his last day working for the graphics company before he retired!  <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/sheriffscar.jpg"></center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T06:11:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ponderables]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/ponderables.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Can you cry under water? <br> <br>How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? <br> <br>If money doesn't grow in trees then why do banks have branches? <br> <br>Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round? <br> <br>Why do you have to "put your two cents in," but it's only a "penny for your thoughts?" Where's that extra penny going to? <br> <br>Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? <br> <br>Why does a round pizza come in a square box? <br> <br>What disease did cured ham actually have? <br> <br>How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? <br> <br>Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up every two hours? <br> <br>If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? <br> <br>If you drink Pepsi at work in the Coke factory, will they fire you? <br> <br>Why are you <em>IN</em> a movie, but you're <em>ON</em> TV? <br> <br>Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? <br> <br>How come we choose from just two people for President and fifty for Miss America? <br> <br>Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway. <br> <br>If a 911 operator has a heart attack, whom does he/she call? <br> <br>Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural? <br> <br>Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup? <br> <br>Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out!" <br> <br>Or watch a white thing come out a chicken behind and think, "that ought to taste good." <br> <br>Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat? <br> <br>Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer? <br> <br>When your photo is taken for your driver's license, why do they tell you to smile? If you are stopped by the police and asked for you license, are you going to be smiling? <br> <br>If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him? <br> <br>Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane? <br> <br>If the professor on Gilligan's island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? <br> <br>Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is? <br> <br>Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs! <br> <br>What do you call male ballerinas? <br> <br>Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream? <br> <br>If Wyle E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner? <br> <br>If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?! <br> <br>If electricity comes from electrons, does im morality come from negative morons? <br> <br>Is Disney World the only people trap operated by a mouse? <br> <br>Why Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune? <br> <br>Why did you just try singing the two songs above? <br> <br>Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride; he sticks his head out the window? <br> <br>Do you ever wonder why you gave me your e-mail address in the first place? <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T06:11:05-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Redneck Letter]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Dearest Sonny, <br> <br>I'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast. <br> <br>We don't live in Coon Holler no more. Clem Pritchard, who can read and gets the newspaper, told your daddy that most accidents happen within 5 miles of your home, so we moved to Gobbler's Knob. Better safe than sorry, daddy says. I won't be able to send you the exact address, tho, because the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn't have to change their address. <br> <br>This new place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, but I ain't too sure about it. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain, and we ain't seen them since. <br> <br>The weather ain't been too bad here. It only rained twice last week, the first time for three days and the second time for four days.  <br> <br>Auntie Maudie was fixing to send you a pair of hunting socks she knit, but when you wrote & told her you have grown another foot since she last saw you, she said she'd wait until she could finish a third sock. <br> <br>About that winter coat you wanted me to send, Uncle Billy said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with them big brass buttons on it, so we cut them off, and put them in the pockets. Be sure to look. <br> <br>Jimmie Joe locked his keys in the truck yesterday. Your daddy & me was really mad because it took him two hours to get us out. Jimmie always was slow. <br> <br>Your sister Darla in Tupelo finally had her baby this morning! I ain't found out if it's a girl or boy yet, so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle. I do hear the baby looks just like your brother Billy Bob. <br> <br>I am sorry to have to tell you of some very bad news lately. First, your Uncle Bobby Joe died last week at the brewery when he fell into the beer vat. Some other workers tried to pull him out but he fought them off three times before he drowned. We had him cremated, and dang if he didn't burn for three days.  <br> <br>And it just gets worse. Your friends Butchie, Daryll, and Bubba went off the Big Muddy bridge Tuesday in Butchie's pickup truck. The good news is, Butchie got the driver's window rolled down and made it out OK. The tragedy is, Daryll and Bubba was in the back and drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down. <br> <br>Sorry there ain't much more at this time. Nothing much out of the ordinary has happened lately. <br> <br>Your Favorite Aunt, <br>Mom <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T06:11:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Reasons Why Alcohol Should Be Served At Work]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/reasons_why_alcohol_should_be_served_at_work.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> 1. It's an incentive to show up. <br /> <br />2. It leads to more honest communications. <br /> <br />3. It reduces complaints about low pay. <br /> <br />4. Employees tell management what they think, not what they want to hear. <br /> <br />5. It encourages car pooling. <br /> <br />6. Increase job satisfaction because if you have a bad job, you don't care. <br /> <br />7. It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work. <br /> <br />8. It makes fellow employees look better. <br /> <br />9. It makes the cafeteria food taste better. <br /> <br />10. Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted. <br /> <br />11. Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable. <br /> <br />12. Employees work later since there's no longer a need to relax at the bar. <br /> <br />13. It makes everyone more open with their ideas. <br /> <br />14. Eliminates the need for employees to get drunk on their lunch break. <br /> <br />15. Employees no longer need coffee to sober up. <br /> <br />16. Sitting "Bare Butt" on the copy machine will no longer be seen as gross. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T06:11:21-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ladies Night Out]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>So... Your wife decides to go out with her friends drinking and dancing. You're okay with it because you get to watch sports all night. You hear her stumble into bed around 4am. You wake up next morning and go outside to the family Volvo she drove last night. You are happy to see it all in one piece. <br> <br>But... Wait a minute... <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/WIFES-VO.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-01T06:11:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Every Woman's Wish]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman rubbed a bottle and out popped a genie. The amazed woman asked if she got three wishes. <br>  <br>The genie said, "Nope, sorry, three-wish genies are a storybook myth. I'm a one-wish genie. What'll it be?" <br>  <br>The woman did not hesitate. She said, "I want peace in the Middle East. See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other and I want all the Arabs to love the Jews and Americans and vice-versa. It will bring about world peace and harmony." <br> <br>The genie looked at the map and exclaimed, "Lady, please be reasonable.  These countries have been at war for thousands of years. I'm out of shape after being in a bottle for five hundred years. I'm good but not <em>THAT</em> good! I don't think it can be done. Make another wish and please be reasonable." <br> <br>The woman thought for a minute and said, "Well, I've never been able to find the right man. You know - one that's considerate and fun, likes to cook and help with the house cleaning, is great in bed and gets along with my family, doesn't watch sports all the time, and is faithful. That is what I wish for... a good man." <br> <br>The genie let out a sigh and said, "Let me see the freaking map again." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T10:11:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Hypnotist & The Senior Center]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_hypnotist_the_senior_center.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>It was entertainment night at the senior center and the Amazing Claude was topping the bill. People came from miles around to see the famed hypnotist do his stuff.  <br> <br>As Claude went to the front of the meeting room, he announced, "Unlike most hypnotists who invite two or three people up here to be put into a trance, I intend to hypnotize each and every member of the audience." <br> <br>The excitement was almost electric as Claude withdrew a beautiful antique pocket watch from his coat. "I want you each to keep your eye on this antique watch. It's a very special watch. It's been in my family for six generations."  <br> <br>He began to swing the watch gently back and forth while quietly chanting, "Watch the watch, watch the watch, watch the watch..." <br> <br>The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface. Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch, until, suddenly, it slipped from the hypnotist's fingers and fell to the floor, breaking into a hundred pieces. "SHIT"! cried the Hypnotist.  <br> <br><em>It has taken three weeks to clean up the Senior Center...</em> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T10:11:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Cute Cartoons]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/cute_cartoons.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <center> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/exdog.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hahacar1.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hahacar2.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hahacar3.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hahacar4.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hahacar5.jpg"> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hahacar6.jpg"> </center> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T11:11:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Casa D'Ice Restaurant]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>This is a restaurant in Pittsburg - This guy has got some balls!  <center><br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad1.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad2.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad3.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad4.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad5.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad6.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad7.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad8.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad9.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad10.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad11.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad12.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad13.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad14.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad15.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad16.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad17.jpg">  <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/casad18.jpg">  </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T11:11:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bumper Stickers]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/bumper_stickers.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bumper14.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T11:11:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Oklahoman Cowboy]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_oklahoman_cowboy.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning. One woman in particular loses it. <br> <br>Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die!" she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel Like a WOMAN?" <br> <br>For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. <br> <br>Then a cowboy from Oklahoma stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. One button at a time... <br> <br>No one moves... <br> <br>He removes his shirt... <br> <br>Muscles ripple across his chest... <br> <br>She gasps... <br> <br>He whispers, "Iron this... then get me a beer." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T11:11:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Brokeback Moutain II]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>I'm sure no guy would complain about this movie - darn hypocrites!! <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/brokeback2.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T11:11:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Deep Thought Of The Day]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/slinkies.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T03:11:25-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't Mess With Kids]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. <br> <br>The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. <br> <br>The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. <br> <br>Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. <br> <br>The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah." <br> <br>The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" <br> <br>The little girl replied, "Then you ask him." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. <br> <br>As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. <br> <br>The girl replied, "I'm drawing God." <br> <br>The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like." <br> <br>Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. <br> <br>After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" <br> <br>Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. <br> <br>"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'" <br> <br>A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face."  <br> <br>"Yes," the class said. <br> <br>"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?" <br> <br>A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." <br> <br>Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. <br> <br>A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T05:11:44-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[HUGE Bridge]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The Millau viaduct is part of the new E11 expressway connecting Paris and Barcelona. It is located in Southern France and features the highest bridge piers ever constructed~ The tallest is 240 meters high and the overall height will be an impressive 336 meters, making this the highest bridge in the world!! <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/hugebridge.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T05:11:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The New Quarters]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_new_quarters.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/quarter11.gif"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T05:11:12-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bedframe For Sale]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/bedframe_for_sale.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>I am trying to sell a bed frame we recently purchased. I ordered it over the internet - it was a bit of an impulse buy. Now that it's arrived we realize that it's too big for our room.  <br> <br>I can't send it back because it was made to order. The bed frame is 100% hand carved and imported from India. The mattress is orthopedic, is brand new, and hasn't been slept on. <br> <br>I thought we would give you guys first dibs, but if you know of anyone else who might be interested please forward this on as I'd like to sell it ASAP.  I have end tables to match it also. <br> <br>Here is a picture so that you can see what it looks like: <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/bedframe.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>Ahahahahahahahahaha! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T05:11:58-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Household Uses For Vodka]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. To remove a bandage painlessly, saturate the bandage with vodka. The solvent dissolves adhesive. <br> <br>2. To clean the caulking around bathtubs and showers, fill a trigger-spray bottle with vodka, spray the caulking, let set five minutes and wash clean. The alcohol in the vodka kills mold and mildew. <br> <br>3. To clean your eyeglasses, simply wipe the lenses with a soft, clean cloth dampened with vodka. The alcohol in the vodka cleans the glass and kills germs. <br> <br>4. Prolong the life of razors by filling a cup with vodka and letting your safety razor blade soak in the alcohol after shaving. The vodka disinfects the blade and prevents rusting. <br> <br>5. Spray vodka on vomit stains - scrub with a brush, then blot dry. <br> <br>6. Using a cotton ball, apply vodka to your face as an astringent to cleanse the skin and tighten pores. <br> <br>7. Add a jigger of vodka to a 12-ounce bottle of shampoo. The alcohol cleanses the scalp, removes toxins from hair, and stimulates the growth of healthy hair. <br> <br>8. Fill a sixteen-ounce trigger-spray bottle and spray bees or wasps to kill them. <em><font color="red">Just what I want coming at me - drunk & angry bees!</font></em> <br> <br>9. Pour one-half cup vodka and one-half cup water in a Ziplock freezer bag and freeze for a slushy, refreshable ice pack for aches, pain or black eyes. <br> <br>10. Fill a clean, used mayonnaise jar with freshly packed lavender flowers, fill the jar with vodka, seal the lid tightly and set in the sun for three days. Strain liquid through a coffee filter, then apply the tincture to aches and pains. <br> <br>11. To relieve a fever, use a washcloth to rub vodka on your chest and back as a liniment. <br> <br>12. To cure foot odor, wash your feet with vodka. <br> <br>13. Vodka will disinfect and alleviate a jellyfish sting. <br> <br>14. Pour vodka over an area affected with poison ivy to remove the oil from your skin. <br> <br>15. Swish a shot of vodka over an aching tooth. Allow your gums to absorb some of the alcohol to numb the pain. <br> <br>16. JUST DON'T DRINK THE STUFF - IT'LL KILL YOU!! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-03T06:11:31-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[First Kiss]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>So, it's your first kiss and several questions might come to mind: <br>  <br>  <br>Is it the right time? <br> <br>  <br>Is anyone watching? <br>  <br>  <br>Does your partner even want to? <br> <br>  <br>Is your breath fresh? <br>  <br>  <br>And... Should you use some tongue? <br> <br>  <br>Then you lean in and just go for it!!!  <br> <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/firstkiss.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-07T06:11:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Seat Hog]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." <br> <br>The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there, I'm going to have to call the manager." <br> <br>Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher, who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager. <br> <br>In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. The manager asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Sam," the man moaned. "Where are you from, Sam?" <br> <br>With pain in his voice, Sam replied "The balcony."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-07T06:11:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Curing A Cough]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/curing_a_cough.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A slacking drugstore clerk had just been told that the next sale he missed would be his last, when a man came in coughing and asked for the store's best cough syrup. <br> <br>Try as he might, the clerk couldn't find the cough syrup. Remembering the warning, he sold the man a box of laxatives and told him to take it all at once. <br> <br>The customer downed the entire box, and then walked outside and leaned against a lamp post. The store manager asked the clerk what had transpired. <br> <br>"He wanted something for his cough, so I sold him a box of laxatives!" the clerk explained. <br> <br>"Those won't cure a cough!" the manager shouted. <br> <br>"Sure they will," the clerk said, pointing at the man grimacing as he leaned on the lamp post outside. "Just look at him. He's afraid to cough!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-07T06:11:55-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Making People Happy]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>President Bush, First Lady Laura and Dick Cheney were flying on Air Force One. George looked at Laura, chuckled and said, "You know, I could throw a $1,000 bill out of the window right now and make somebody very happy." <br> <br>Laura shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I could throw ten $100 bills out of the window and make ten people very happy." <br> <br>Cheney added, "That being the case, I could throw one hundred $10 bills out of the window and make a hundred people very happy." <br> <br>Hearing their exchange, the pilot rolled his eyes and said to his co-pilot, "Such big-shots back there. Shit, I could throw all of them out of the window and make 56 million people very happy." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-07T06:11:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Mailbox Problems]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/mailbox_problems.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man was mowing his lawn when he heard his neighbor come out of her house. She opened her mailbox, looked inside and slammed it shut. She stomped her foot and went back in the house. <br> <br>A few minutes later, the young woman came out of her house again, checked her mail box, stomped her foot and went back inside. The man wondered what she was looking for. He stopped mowing and checked her mailbox to see what was so wrong with it. After seeing nothing, he went back to what he was doing. <br> <br>As soon as he heard her coming out again, he shut off the lawnmower and went up to her. "What in the world are you doing, coming out here every five minutes?" <br> <br>The young woman looked up at the man and said, "Well, there's this little voice in my house that keeps on saying, 'You've got mail.' But when I come out here to check, I don't have any."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-07T06:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Bragging Rights]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/bragging_rights.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two men were boasting to each other about their old army days. <br> <br>"Why, my outfit was so well drilled," declared one, "that when they presented arms all you could hear was slap, slap, click." <br> <br>"Very good," conceded the other, "but when my company presented arms you'd just hear slap, slap, jingle." <br> <br>"What was the jingle?" asked the first. <br> <br>"Oh," replied the other, offhand, "just our medals."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <guid isPermaLink='true'>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/essential_vocabulary_additions_for_the_workplace.mws</guid>
  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-08T10:11:52-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Essential Vocabulary Additions For The Workplace]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/essential_vocabulary_additions_for_the_workplace.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>1. <em>BLAMESTORMING:</em> Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible. <br> <br>2. <em>SEAGULL MANAGER:</em> A manager, who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything, and then leaves. <br> <br>3. <em>ASSMOSIS:</em> The process by which some people seem to absorb success and advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than working hard. <br> <br>4. <em>SALMON DAY:</em> The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die in the end. <br> <br>5. <em>CUBE FARM:</em> An office filled with cubicles. <br> <br>6. <em>PRAIRIE DOGGING:</em> When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm, and people's heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on. <br> <br>7. <em>MOUSE POTATO:</em> The on-line, wired generation's answer to the couch potato. <br> <br>8. <em>SITCOMS:</em> Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. What Yuppies get into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay home with the kids. <br> <br>9. <em>STRESS PUPPY:</em> A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and whiny. <br> <br>10. <em>SWIPEOUT:</em> An ATM or credit card that has been rendered useless because magnetic strip is worn away from extensive use. <br> <br>11. <em>XEROX SUBSIDY:</em> Euphemism for swiping free photocopies from one's workplace. <br> <br>12. <em>IRRITAINMENT:</em> Entertainment and media spectacles that are annoying but you find yourself unable to stop watching them. <br> <br>13. <em>PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE:</em> The fine art of whacking the crap out of an electronic device to get it to work again. <br> <br>14. <em>ADMINISPHERE:</em> The rarefied organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve. <br> <br>15. <em>404:</em> Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error Message "404 Not Found," meaning that the requested site could not be located. <br> <br>16. <em>GENERICA:</em> Features of the American landscape that are exactly the same no matter where one is, such as fast food joints, strip malls, and subdivisions. <br> <br>17. <em>OHNOSECOND:</em> That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a BIG mistake. (Like after hitting send on an email by mistake.) <br> <br>18. <em>WOOFS:</em> Well-Off Older Folks. <br> <br>19. <em>CROP DUSTING:</em> Surreptitiously passing gas while passing through a Cube Farm. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-09T10:11:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Children Of The 90's]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/children_of_the_90s.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><i><b> You Know You're A 90's Kid If...</b> </i> <br /> <br />You remember watching Doug, Ren &amp; Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, and Two Stupid Dogs. <br /> <br />You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE! <br /> <br />You just cant resist finishing this lyric... "Iiiiiiin west Philadelphia born and raised..." <br /> <br />You remember TGIF on ABC. Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World. <br /> <br />You remember when 2Pac and Selena died. <br /> <br />You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. <br /> <br />You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. <br /> <br />You remember reading "Goosebumps." <br /> <br />You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school. <br /> <br />You remember the craze then - the banning of slap bracelets and slam books. <br /> <br />You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence... <i>Not...</i> <br /> <br />You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record "Your <i>FAVORITE</i> song of <i>ALL</i> time!" (On cassette of course.) <br /> <br />You know that <i>Where In The World Is Carmen San Diego?</i> was both a game and a TV game show. <br /> <br />You remember Captain Planet. He's a Hero!!! <br /> <br />You knew that Kimberly, the Pink Power Ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger were meant to be together. <br /> <br />You remember when Super Nintendo's and Sega Genesis became popular. <br /> <br />You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny. <br /> <br />You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3... <br /> <br />You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS. <br /> <br />You remember when Yomega Yo-Yos were cool. <br /> <br />You remember those <i>Where's Waldo</i> books... <br /> <br />You remember eating Warheads (those sour candies). <br /> <br />You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies. <br /> <br />You remember Ring Pops. <br /> <br />You remember drinkin' Fruitopia and Surge. <br /> <br />You remember when every thing was <i>"da BOMB!"</i> <br /> <br />You remember when they made the new lunchables so that you could make tacos and pizza!! <br /> <br />You remember the war of boom boxes vs. cd players. <br /> <br />You wrote M.A.S.H. notes. (And you knew most of the twenty different versions of that.) <br /> <br />You made those little paper fortune cookie things... and then predicting your &amp; everyone else's life with them. <br /> <br />You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell." <br /> <br />You played and/or collected "Pogs." <br /> <br />You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet or Nano Pet and brought it with you everywhere you went. <br /> <br />One word: <i>Furbies.</i> <br /> <br />You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet. <br /> <br />You thought Windows 95 was the best. <br /> <br />You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles. <br /> <br />You had a favorite New Kid on the block, and you knew all of their names. <br /> <br />Michael Jordan was a god. <br /> <br />Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff! <br /> <br />All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand (pencils, notebooks, binders etc.) <br /> <br />You remember when the new Beanie Babies and talking Elmo were always sold out. <br /> <br />You collected Beanie Babies. <br /> <br />You watched Growing Pains. <br /> <br />You used to watch Carebears and The Gummy Bear show. <br /> <br />You thought Gak was the coolest thing invented. <br /> <br />Lambchop's song never ended. <br /> <br />You remember what the old dollar bills looked like. <br /> <br />Silver dollars were cool to have. <br /> <br />You remember a time before the WB. <br /> <br />You collected all the Troll dolls. <br /> <br />You owned a portable tape player. <br /> <br />You know what an original walkman is. <br /> <br />You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch. <br /> <br />You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" <br /> <br />You know the Macarena by heart. <br /> <br />You used the phrase "Talk to the hand." <br /> <br />You always replied, "Then why don't you marry it!" <br /> <br />You know the significance of the number 23. <br /> <br />You went to McD's to play in the playplace. <br /> <br />You remember playing on merry go rounds at the play ground. <br /> <br />*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* <br /> <br />When we were younger: <br /> <br />Before the MySpace frenzy... <br /> <br />Before the Internet &amp; text messaging... <br /> <br />Before Sidekicks &amp; IPods... <br /> <br />Before MIKE JONES... <br /> <br />Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX... <br /> <br />Before Sponge Bob... <br /> <br />...Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night. <br /> <br />When light up sneakers were cool... <br /> <br />When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs. <br /> <br />When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp; Caller ID was a new thing. <br /> <br />When we recorded stuff on VCRs. <br /> <br />When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans. <br /> <br />When 2Pac and Biggie were alive. <br /> <br />When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever. <br /> <br />Way back when it was all about N64. <br /> <br />When making out was having sex... <br /> <br />When you traded POKEMON cards for a living... <br /> <br />...Before we realized all this would eventually disappear... <br /> <br /><i>Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much?!</i> <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-10T10:11:04-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Fun Things To Do At The Drive-Thru]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/fun_things_to_do_at_the_drivethru.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> 1. Drive through the drive-thru in reverse and let your passenger order. <br /> <br />2. Ask the price of almost everything on the menu and then order something that you didn't ask the price for. <br /> <br />3. Tell the employee that your window is broken. Order and then pay with your door open. When the food comes, roll down the window and snatch your order from their hands. <br /> <br />4. Go to McDonald's and demand a big breakfast at 11:30 at night. Put up a fight. <br /> <br />5. Pay for a large order in pennies and nickels. <br /> <br />6. Order in another language. Be careful what neighborhood you're in. <br /> <br />7. When asked if they can take your order, tell them you are just window-shopping and drive on. <br /> <br />8. Laugh sadistically when asked if you would like ketchup. <br /> <br />9. Ask the cashier how they fit into that little box. <br /> <br />10. If they make you wait, make them wait when they come back on. <br /> <br />11. Demand to speak to the manager. When they come on, complain that you did not like the way the employee said, "May I take your order?" <br /> 12. When asked if they can take your order say, "Why, can I take yours?" <br /> <br />13. If they ask you to wait, order anyway and keep doing it till they yell at you. <br /> <br />14. Pretend your car has broken down. Ask for assistance moving it. When they come out, drive away. <br /> <br />15. Tell them you have to use the bathroom. <br /> <br />16. Order a cup of water and two napkins. That's it. <br /> <br />17. Don't order when they come on. Just sit there. If a line forms behind you, get out of the car and cause a scene. <br /> <br />18. When they hand you your food, hand them a bag with all the trash from your car in it. <br /> <br />19. Just stare at them when you pay and get your food. Don't break your stare. <br /> <br />20. Honk your horn the whole way through the line. <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T11:11:14-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Two Prostitutes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two prostitutes are standing on a street corner, and one says to the other. "It's goin' to be a good night, I can smell cock in the air."  <br> <br>The other replies, "I'm sorry, I just burped!!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Ever Been In This Situation Before?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/cartoonJokes.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:49-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Great T-Shirt]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/beatanorexia.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:34-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Sneeze]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A man and a woman were sitting beside each other in the first class section of an airplane. The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her nose, and then visibly shuddered for ten to fifteen seconds.  <br> <br>The man went back to his reading. A few minutes later, the woman sneezed again, took a tissue, wiped her nose, and then shuddered violently once more. Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious about the shuddering. <br> <br>A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed yet again. As before she took a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even more than before. Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man turned to the woman and said, "I couldn't help but notice that you've sneezed three times, wiped your nose and then shuddered violently. Are you OK?" <br> <br>"I am sorry if I disturbed you, I have a very rare medical condition; whenever I sneeze I have an orgasm." <br> <br>The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious. "I have never heard of that condition before." he said. "Are you taking anything for it?" <br> <br>The woman nodded, "Pepper."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:11-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Health Q&A Session]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/health_qa_session.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>Too bad this wasn't really the way it was!</em> <br> <br>Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true? <br>A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap. <br> <br>Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables? <br>A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products. <br> <br>Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake? <br>A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up! <br> <br>Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio? <br>A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc. <br> <br>Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program? <br>A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain = Good! <br> <br>Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you? <br>A: <em>YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!</em> Foods are fried in vegetable oil these days. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you? <br> <br>Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle? <br>A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach. <br> <br>Q: Is chocolate bad for me? <br>A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!  <br> <br>Q: Is swimming good for your figure? <br>A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me. <br> <br>Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle? <br>A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape! <br> <br>Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets... <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:57-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Blonde Gambler]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/blonde_gambler.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Two bored casino dealers are waiting at the crap table. A very attractive blonde woman from the hills of NC arrives and bets twenty-thousand dollars ($20,000) on a single roll of the dice. <br> <br>She said, "I hope y'all don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude." <br> <br>With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, "Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!" <br> <br>As the dice came to a stop she jumped up and down and squealed... "YES! YES! I WON! I WON!" <br> <br>She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed. The dealers stared at each other dumfounded. <br> <br>Finally, one of them asked, "What did she roll?" <br> <br>The other answered, "I don't know - I thought you were watching." <br> <br><em>Moral: Not all rednecks are stupid and not all blondes are dumb, but all men are men...</em> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Billboard]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/billboard.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>Haha, what great revenge!</em> <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/billboard.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:28-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Public Restrooms]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/public_restrooms.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><br><em>I think this may actually answer a life long question for some men...</em> <br> <br>Men: Please read to understand what women have to deal with in public restrooms! <br> <br>Women: Read to remember why we call it "sisterhood." <br> <br>My mother was a fanatic about public restrooms. When I was a little girl, she'd take me into the stall, show me how to wad up toilet paper and wipe the seat. Then she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet seat. <br> <br>Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your flesh make contact with the toilet seat. <br> <br>That was a long time ago. Now, in my "mature" years, "The Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain. <br>    <br>When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.  Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. <br> <br>Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter. <br> <br>The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance." <br> <br>In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."  <br> <br>To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, <em>"Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have <u>KNOWN</u> there was no toilet paper!"</em> Your thighs shake more. <br> <br>You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. <br>    <br>Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.  It is wet of course. <br> <br>You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.  <br>   <br>You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, <em>"You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."</em> <br>   <br>By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a firehose that somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up. <br> <br>You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting.  You are no longer able to smile politely to them.  <br> <br>A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. <em>(Where was that when you NEEDED it??!)</em> <br> <br>You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this." <br> <br>As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" <br>    <br><em>This finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door.</em> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-11T12:11:13-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[How Was YOUR Cereal This Morning?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/how_was_your_cereal_this_morning.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/goodcereal.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>LOL <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T04:11:29-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Honeymooning]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/honeymooning.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A couple was on their honeymoon, lying in bed, ready to consummate their marriage, when the new bride says to the husband, "I have a confession to make. I'm not a virgin." <br> <br>The husband replies, "That's no surprise in this day and age." <br> <br>The wife continues, "Yeah, I've been with one guy." <br> <br>"Oh yeah? Who was the guy?" <br> <br>"Tiger Woods." <br> <br>"Tiger Woods, the golfer?" <br> <br>"Yeah." <br> <br>"Well he's rich, famous and handsome. I can see why you went to bed with him." <br> <br>The husband and wife then make passionate love. When they are finished, the husband gets up and walks to the telephone. <br> <br>"What are you doing?" asks the wife. <br> <br>The husband says, "I'm going to call room service for some food." <br> <br>"Tiger wouldn't do that." <br> <br>"Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?" <br> <br>"He'd come back to bed and do it a second time." <br> <br>The husband puts down the phone and goes back to bed to make love to his wife a second time. When they finish, he gets up and goes over to the phone. <br> <br>"What are you doing?" she asks. <br> <br>The husband says, "I'm still hungry so I was going to phone room service to order some food." <br> <br>"Tiger wouldn't do that." <br> <br>"Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?" <br> <br>"He'd come back to bed and do it one more time." <br> <br>The guy slams down the phone and goes back to bed to make love to his wife one more time. When they finish, he's gasping for air and glistening with sweat. He drags himself over to the phone and starts to dial. <br> <br>The wife asks, "Are you calling room service?" <br> <br>"No! I'm calling Tiger Woods to find out what's par for this damn hole!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T04:11:33-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Wisdom From Grandpa]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/wisdom_from_grandpa.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot on the kind of chick he marries. <br> <br>Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his salt that he forgets his sugar. <br> <br>When a man marries a woman, they become one; but the trouble starts when they try to decide <em>which</em> one. <br> <br>If a man has enough horse sense to treat his wife like a thoroughbred, she will never turn into an old nag. <br> <br>A foolish husband says to his wife, "Honey, you stick to the washin', ironin', cookin' and scrubbin'. No wife of mine is gonna <em>work</em>." <br> <br>Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. <br> <br>Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know why I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved. <br> <br>How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are? <br> <br>You know you are getting old, when everything either dries up or leaks. <br> <br>Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:38-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[World's Worst Hunting Dog]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/worlds_worst_hunting_dog.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/WorstHuntingDogEver.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Are You Worth It?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/are_you_worth_it.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>Sometimes We Just Need To Be Reminded!</em> <br> <br>A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" <br> <br>Hands started going up. <br> <br>He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this." <br> <br>He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. <br> <br>He then asked, "Who still wants it?" <br> <br>Still the hands were up in the air. <br> <br>Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" <br> <br>And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. <br> <br>He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. <br> <br>"Now, who still wants it?" <br> <br>Still the hands went into the air. <br> <br>He said, "My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless." <br> <br>"But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:18-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Terrorist Tactic]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/new_terrorist_tactic.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Those damn terrorists have sunk to a new low.  Roadside bombs, suicide bombers, bombs strapped to babies are terrible, but this is just <em>WRONG.</em> <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/newterroristtactic.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:48-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Man's Ultimate Embarrassment]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/mans_ultimate_embarrassment.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Q: What's a man's ultimate embarrassment? <br> <br>A: Walking into a wall with an erection and breaking his nose. <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:16-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[When Neighbors Don't Get Along]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/when_neighbors_dont_get_along.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/neighbors.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:51-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Don't You Wish You Had A Bigger Boat?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/dont_you_wish_you_had_a_bigger_boat.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/biggerboat.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:50-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What Does Your Dad Do?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/what_does_your_dad_do.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A teacher asks her students to discuss what their dads do for a living. Little Mary raises her hand first and says, "My dad's a lawyer for the government. He puts the bad guys in jail." <br> <br>Little Jack goes next. "My dad's a doctor. He makes sick people better." <br> <br>All the kids in the class take their turn except Little Walter. The teacher asks him, "What does your dad do?" <br> <br>Walter replies, "My dad's dead." <br> <br>"I'm sorry to hear that. What did he do before he died?" <br> <br>"He turned blue and collapsed on the living room carpet." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-13T05:11:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[What Is Victoria's Secret?]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/what_is_victorias_secret.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/victoriassecret.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>Hahahahahahaha!! <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T11:11:42-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Degrees Of Blondeness]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>1st DEGREE <br> <br>A married couple were asleep when the phone rang at 2 in the morning. The wife (undoubtedly blonde), picked up the phone, listened a moment and said, "How should I know? That's 200 miles from here!" and hung up.   <br> <br>The husband asked, "Who was that?" <br> <br>The wife said, "I don't know, some woman wanting to know if the coast is clear." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>2nd DEGREE <br> <br>Two blondes are walking down the street. One notices a compact on the sidewalk and leans down to pick it up. She opens it, looks in the mirror and says, "Hmm, this person looks familiar..." <br> <br>The second blonde says, "Here, let me see!" <br> <br>So the first blonde hands her the compact. The second one looks in the mirror and says, "You dummy, it's me!" <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>3rd DEGREE <br> <br>A blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she goes out and buys a gun. She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opens the door she finds him in the arms of a redhead.  <br> <br>Well, the blonde is really angry. She opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with grief. She takes the gun and puts it to her head. <br> <br>The boyfriend yells, "No, honey, don't do it!!!" <br> <br>The blonde replies, "Shut up, you're next!" <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>4th DEGREE <br> <br>A blonde was bragging about her knowledge of state capitals. She proudly says, "Go ahead, ask me, I know all of them." <br> <br>A friend says, "OK, what's the capital of Wisconsin?" <br> <br>The blonde replies, "Oh, that's easy: it's <em>W</em>." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>5th DEGREE <br> <br>Q: What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant? <br> <br>A: "Is it mine?" <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>6th DEGREE <br> <br>Bambi, a blonde in her fourth year as a UCLA freshman, sat in her US government class. <br> <br>The professor asked Bambi if she knew what Roe vs Wade was about. <br> <br>Bambi pondered the question then finally said, "That was the decision George Washington had to make before he crossed the Delaware." <br> <br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br> <br>7th DEGREE <br> <br>Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized. She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime. <br> <br>The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio, and a K-9 unit, patroling nearby was the first to respond. As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the steps. <br> <br>Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, "This is the worst day of my life! I come home to find all my possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do? They send me a <em>BLIND</em> policeman!" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T11:11:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Interesting Pumpkin Carvings]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/pumpkins14.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T01:11:46-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Dining Alone?]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Ahahahaha - I <em>LOVE</em> this one! <br> <br>The waiter took the Merlot to the woman sitting alone and said, "This is from the gentleman seated over there," indicating the sender. She regarded the wine coolly for a second, not looking at the man, and decided to send a reply note to the man. The waiter, who was lingering for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman. <br> <br>The note read: "For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank, and 7 inches in your pants." <br> <br>After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own in return. He folded the note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to return this to the woman.  <br> <br>It read: "For your information, I have a Ferrari Maranello, a BMW Z8, a Mercedes CL600 and a Porsche Turbo in my garage. There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account. But, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut three inches off... Just send the bottle back." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T01:11:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Another Fine Use For Duct Tape]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T01:11:02-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Moral Of The Story Is...]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and 1 by 1 began to tell their stories. <br> <br>"Johnny, do you have a story to share?" <br> <br>"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Barbara. She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn't break and then her parachute landed right in the middle of twenty enemy troops. She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets, killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she killed the last Iraqi with her bare hands." <br> <br>"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher. "What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?" <br> <br>"Stay away from Aunt Barbara when she's drinking." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T01:11:39-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Hippie And The Nun]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> A hippy gets on a bus and spies a pretty young nun. He sits down next to her, and asks her: "Can we have sex?" <br /> <br />"No," she replies, "I'm married to God." She then stands up, and gets off at the next stop. <br /> <br />The bus driver, who overheard, turns to the hippy and says "I can tell you how to have sex with her!" <br /> <br />"Yeah?" says the hippy. <br /> <br />"Yeah," says the bus driver. "She goes to the cemetery every Tuesday night at midnight to pray. So all you have to do is dress up in a robe with a hood, put some of that luminous powder stuff in your beard, and pop up in the cemetery claiming to be God." <br /> <br />The hippy decides to give it a try, and arrives in the cemetery dressed as suggested on the next Tuesday night. "I am God," he declares to the nun, keeping the hood low about his face, "I have ordained it. You must have sex with me." <br /> <br />The nun agrees without question, but begs him to restrict himself to anal sex, as she is desperate not to lose her virginity. God agrees, and promptly has his wicked way with her. <br /> <br />As he finishes, he jumps up and throws back his hood with a flourish. "Ha-ha!" he cries. "I am the hippy!" <br /> <br />"Ha-ha!" cries the nun. "I'm the bus driver!!" <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T01:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Funny Kids Shirts]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/kidsshirts11.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-14T01:11:20-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[World's Best Tattoos]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/tattoo.jpg"> <br>The Most Popular Man In Prison <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/tattoo2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/tattoo3.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-15T10:11:03-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[UnExpected Sadness]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><i><b><font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"><font color="#ff00ff">Most of you will probably be shocked when you read this entry, because I haven't used this blog for much other than posting jokes. But I have written this entry this morning and wanted to share this personal experience with you: </font></font></b> <br /><font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif"> <br /></font></i><font face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"> <p class="blogContent"><font size="2">Let me tell you a little bit about my family.&nbsp; My father's side of the family is a <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">very</span> close group of people: He has two brothers (one of which is no longer living), and 3 sisters.&nbsp; His parents are <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">the cutest couple</span> I have <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">ever</span> seen.&nbsp; They have been married for 57 years and do absolutely <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">every thing</span> together. Never once in my life have I <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span>known them to fight or <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">ever</span> be in a bad mood.&nbsp; My Grandfather is a <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">die hard</span> Chicago Cubs fan.&nbsp; My Grandmother is <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">the greatest woman</span> to ever walk this world: she's always doing little things for people - whether it be baking pies or taking you gifts when you are sick - and never <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">once </span>has she<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"> </span>forgotten a birthday.   <br />   <br />In my Granparent's basement is a map of the USA.&nbsp; They have spent their life traveling and have thumbtacks placed in every city that they have been to together.&nbsp; Behind their couch is a entire wall dedicated to photos of their grandchildren, which they update quite regularly.&nbsp; All around the house are pictures of them on travels with friends, or at holidays with family.&nbsp; Their fridge is always covered in the artwork of my cousins, as well as cards and photos they receive from us.   <br />   <br />You can never visit my Grandparent's house without being offered some kind of baked good or a beverage from their bar downstairs.&nbsp; My Grandparents have spent every spare minute they can get attending our band concerts, choir concerts, and any kind of sporting or arts event at school.&nbsp; Holidays are a <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">very</span> big deal at their house - Grandpa always takes us outside to play "baseball" (which is actually whiffle ball, but don't you dare say that out loud!), &amp; Grandma loves to get everyone together upstairs to sit and chat or to play cards and games. &nbsp;   <br />   <br />Within the last few years, Grandma's health has slowly started to decline, but she would never ask for help or let on in anyway that she was in <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">any</span> kind of pain.&nbsp; She has been a diabetic for as long as I can remember, and has recently started having heart problems.&nbsp; She has a cane, which she hardly ever uses.&nbsp;   <br />   <br />Everywhere my grandparents went, my Grandfather would open doors for "his queen," take her by the arm and escort her wherever it was that they were going.&nbsp; He has never left her side, not even for a second.   <br />   <br />Monday morning, my Grandmother was scheduled for knee replacement surgery.&nbsp; My father and his siblings spent the day visiting her at the hospital.&nbsp; She came out of surgery very well and was soon starting to feel pain once the anesthesia started to wear off.   <br />   <br />Yesterday she was scheduled to start walking on her new knee - they weren't going to waste any time in letting her adjust to her new body, which she was very excited to receive because walking wouldn't be as difficult anymore.   <br />   <br />Last night, however, something went terribly wrong.&nbsp; She stopped breathing around 8:30 PM for no apparent reason.&nbsp; She flatlined 3 more times after that.&nbsp; They rushed her over to the Heart Team at the next hospital and prepared for emergency surgery. &nbsp;   <br />   <br />In the meantime, my aunt called my mother.&nbsp; Laura came in and woke me up at 10:30 to tell me the news, and her &amp; I decided to go into the hospital.   <br />   <br />By the time we got there, my Grandfather was pacing the waiting room, two of my aunts were in tears, and the surgery for my Grandmother was almost over.&nbsp; They put a tube in her heart to try and clear any blockages and hooked her up to a pacemaker to regulate her heartbeat.   <br />   <br />The supervising nurse came out to tell us that her heart was beating normal and everything seemed to be going alright.&nbsp; She also told us that my Grandmother had a mild heart attack during the surgery and that it was clear that she had Heart Disease.&nbsp; She said that her body had built up all these little arteries surrounding her heart from her heart troubles, and they seemed to be working in her favor.   <br />   <br />About 20 minutes later, the nurse came back out to tell us that my grandmother had flatlined twice more and she was breathing only on the help of a machine.&nbsp; She said that once it gets to that point, when her heart stops reacting to the pacemaker, there is <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">very</span> little</span> they can do.&nbsp; My Grandfather's face fell. "So it's only a matter of time then?"   <br />   <br />The nurse replied "She has actually already passed.&nbsp; And she was in no pain."   <br />   <br />I will never forget the earth-shattering look on my Grandfather's face.&nbsp; He started crying and screamed, "I told her not to go through with this surgery!&nbsp; 57 years... Down the drain..."   <br />   <br />They eventually let us go see her before they took her away.&nbsp; Everyone lost it as soon as we got into the room.&nbsp; This is only the second time I have <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">ever </span>seen my dad cry. (The first time was when my mom had cancer.)   <br />   <br />My dad grabbed my Grandfather as he <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">very </span>violently started to cry.&nbsp; I was heartbroken as I watched him take her head into his hands, kiss her on the forehead and say "Goodbye, Sweetheart, I Love You."   <br />   <br /></font><font size="2">All the while, I kept thinking about how she had sent me a birthday card late last week and how I never called her to thank her.&nbsp; It was on my to-do list, I just never got around to doing it.&nbsp; That very thought saddens me like no other.   <br />   <br /></font><font size="2">Since the exact cause of death was unknown (They couldn't figure out why her heart stopped beating if there was no blockage), they asked if they could do an autopsy.&nbsp; My Grandfather replied, "She has been through enough.&nbsp; Leave her alone.&nbsp; It won't bring her back."   <br />   <br />They eventually lead us down to the emergency waiting room, where we awaited the arrival of my aunt and uncle from Davenport.&nbsp; At some point after my Grandmother passed away, my Grandfather turned to Laura and asked, "Have you ever experience death before?"   <br />   <br />She replied, "Yes."   <br />   <br />Tears in his eyes, he told her, "She was the backbone in this family.&nbsp; We had plans for her new knees.&nbsp; We were going to go dancing.&nbsp; We were going to go to Vegas.&nbsp; We were going to travel..."   <br />   <br />We sat in the waiting room for what seemed like <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">forever.</span>&nbsp; The whole time, my Grandfather kept holding her cane, and staring at it, while rolling it over and over in his hands.   <br />   <br />My heart goes out to him.&nbsp; I can't imagine what it's like to have <em>your</em> <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">best friend</span>, <em>your</em> <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">soulmate</span>, and <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">your life</span> all gone in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; To go home to an empty bed and house and know that <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">it's always going to be empty</span>.&nbsp; To watch all your future plans and dreams go up in smoke.&nbsp; <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">To feel so very very alone.</span></span>&nbsp; I can't imagine what he's going through right now.&nbsp; Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers these next few days as we struggle through this tragedy.   <br />   <br />~L   <br />   <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</font> </p></font></p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T09:11:54-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Underwear Powder]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>One morning a husband took a pair of underwear out of the drawer. "What the @#$%" he said to himself as a little "dust" cloud appeared when he shook them out. <br> <br>"April," he hollered into the bathroom, "why did you put talcum powder in my underwear?" <br> <br>She shot back: "It's not talcum powder. It's 'Miracle Grow'." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T09:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Only In Vegas]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p> A guy is walking along the strip in Las Vegas and a knockout looking Vegas hooker catches his eye. He strikes up a conversation and eventually asks the Hooker, "How much do you charge?" <br /> <br />Hooker replies, "It starts at $500 for a hand job." <br /> <br />Guy says, "$500 dollars! For a hand job! Holy crap. No hand job is worth that kind of money!" <br /> <br />The hooker points, "Do you see that Denny's on the corner?" <br /> <br />"Yes." <br /> <br />"Do you see the Denny's about a block further down?" <br /> <br />"Yes." <br /> <br />"And beyond that, do you see that third Denny's?" <br /> <br />"Yes." <br /> <br />"Well," says the hooker, smiling invitingly, "I own those. And, I own them because I give a hand job that is worth $500." <br /> <br />The Guy replies, "What the hell? You only live once. I'll give it a try." <br /> <br />They retire to a nearby motel. A short time later, the guy is sitting on the bed realizing that he just experienced the hand-job of a lifetime, worth every bit of $500. He is so amazed, he says, "I suppose a blow job is $1,000?" <br /> <br />The hooker replies, "$1,500." <br /> <br />"I wouldn't pay that for a blow job!" <br /> <br />The hooker replies, "Step over here to the window, big boy. Do you see that casino just across the street? I own that casino outright. And I own it because I give a blow job that's worth every cent of $1,500." <br /> <br />The guy, basking in the afterglow of that terrific hand job, decides to put off the new car for another year or so, and says, "Sign me up." <br /> <br />Ten minutes later, he is sitting on the bed more amazed than before. He can scarcely believe it but he feels he truly got his money's worth. He decides to dip into the retirement savings for one glorious and unforgettable experience. <br /> <br />He asks the hooker, "How much for some pussy?" <br /> <br />The hooker says, "Come over here to the window, I want to show you something. Do you see how the whole city of Las Vegas is laid out before us, all those beautiful lights, gambling palaces, and show places?" <br /> <br />"Damn!" the guy says, in awe, "You own the whole city?" <br /> <br />"No," the hooker replies, "but I would if I had a pussy." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T10:11:35-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Hobo On The Farm]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A hobo comes up to the front door of a neat looking farmhouse and raps gently on the door. When the farm owner answers, the hobo asks him, "Please, sir, could you give me something to eat? I haven't had a good meal in several days." <br> <br>The owner says, "If you go around the back, you will see a gallon of paint and a clean paint brush. If you will paint my porch, I will give you a good meal." <br> <br>So the hobo goes around back and a while later he again knocks on the door. The owner says, "Finished already? Good. Come on in. Sit down. The cook will bring your meal right in." <br> <br>The hobo says, "Thank you very much, sir. But there's something that I think you should know." <br> <br>"It's not a Porsche you got there. It's a BMW."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T10:11:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Baking Cakes]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>A husband is at home watching a football game when his wife interrupts, "Honey, could you fix the light in the hallway? It's been flickering for weeks now." <br> <br>He looked at her and says angrily, "Fix the lights now? Does it look like I have <em>GE</em> written on my forehead? I don't think so." <br> <br>"Fine," The wife replied, "Then could you fix the refrigerator door? It won't close right." <br> <br>To which the husband replied, "Fix the refrigerator door? Does it look like I have <em>Westinghouse</em> written on my forehead? I don't think so." <br> <br>"Fine," she says, "Then could you at least fix the steps to the front door? They are about to break." <br> <br>"I'm not a damn carpenter and I don't want to fix steps!" The husband exclaims, "Does it look like I have <em>Ace Hardware</em> written on my forehead? I don't think so! I've had enough of you. I'm going to the bar!" <br> <br>So he goes to the bar and drinks for a couple of hours. He starts to feel guilty about how he treated his wife and decides to go home. <br> <br>As he walks into the house he notices that the steps are already fixed.  As he enters the house, he sees the hall light is working.  He goes to get a beer and notices the refrigerator door is fixed. <br> <br>"Honey," he calls, "How did all of this stuff get fixed?" <br> <br>She replied, "Well when you left I sat outside and cried.  Just then a nice young man asked me what was wrong and I told him. He offered to do all the repairs, and all I had to do was either go to bed with him or bake him a cake." <br> <br>He asks, "So what kind of cake did you bake him?" <br> <br>The wife sighs, "Hellllloooo... Do you see <em>Betty Crocker</em> written on my forehead? I don't think so!" 	 	 <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T10:11:43-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Smart Old Lady]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/smart_old_lady.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>An elderly woman walked into the Bank of Canada one morning with a purse full of money. She wanted to open a savings account and insisted on  talking to the president of the Bank because, she said, she had a lot of  money. <br> <br>After many lengthy discussions (after all, the client is always right) an employee took the elderly woman to the  president's office. <br> <br>The president of the Bank asked her how much she wanted to deposit. She placed  her purse on his desk and replied, "$165,000." The president was curious and asked her how she had been able to save so much money. The elderly woman replied that she made bets. <br> <br>The president was surprised and asked, "What kind of bets?" <br> <br>The elderly woman replied, "Well, I bet you $25,000 that your testicles are square." <br> <br>The president started to laugh and told the woman that it was impossible to win a bet like that. The woman never batted an eye. She just looked at the president and  said, "Would you like to take my bet?" <br> <br>"Certainly," replied the  president. "I bet you $25,000 that my testicles are not square."   <br> <br>"Done," the elderly woman answered. "But given the amount of money involved, if you don't mind I would like to come back at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning with my lawyer as a witness."    <br> <br>"No problem," said the president of the Bank confidently. <br> <br>That night, the president became very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of the mirror examining his testicles, turning them this way and that, checking them over again and again until he was positive that no one could consider his testicles as square and reassuring himself that there was no way he could lose the bet. <br> <br>The next morning at exactly 10 o'clock the elderly woman arrived at the president's office with her lawyer and acknowledged the $25,000 bet made the day before that the president's testicles were square.   <br> <br>The president confirmed that the bet was the same as the one made the day before. Then the elderly woman asked him to drop his pants so that she and her lawyer could see clearly. <br> <br>The president was happy to oblige. <br> <br>The elderly woman came closer so she could see better and asked the president if she could touch them. "Of course," said the  president. "Given the amount of money involved, you should be 100% sure." <br> <br>The elderly woman did so with a little smile. Suddenly the president noticed that the lawyer was banging his head against the wall. He asked the elderly woman why he was doing that and she replied, "Oh, it's probably because I bet him $100,000 that around 10 o'clock in the morning I would be holding the balls of the President of the Bank of Canada!"    <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T10:11:45-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Cute Jokes]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/cute_jokes.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> Thanks to <a href="http://johnndepp.mindsay.com/" style="text-decoration: none ! important;" class="msuser">johnndepp</a>&nbsp; for these! :) <br /> <br />A young Catholic priest was assigned to an inner city parish. He was having a difficult time adjusting to his new and foreign surroundings, with particular difficulty in the area of confession. One day, after several hours in the confessional he pulled one of the nuns aside and asked her about a word that repeatedly came up. <br /> <br />The priest asked, "Sister Margaret, what's a blow-job?" <br /> <br />And the nun replied, "A hundred bucks." <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />A very talented inventor devised an artificial pussy. You could not distinguish it from the real thing. Realizing what a money maker he had devised, he approached a sea captain who was embarking on a six month cruise. He made an agreement with the captain to split the profits 50/50 and charge each sailor $2.00 to utilize it. Upon the end of the voyage the inventor was standing on the pier awaiting the ship. The ship tied up and the captain came down the gangway. <br /> <br />The two embraced and the inventor asked: 'How much did we make?' The captain reached in his pocket, drew out a dollar bill and handed it to the inventor. The inventor blew his stack. <br /> <br />He screamed, "What the hell, one dollar, didn't they like it?" <br /> <br />The captain responded: "Oh yeah, oh yeah, the first guy liked it so much he ate it!!" <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />A lady walks into a bar and says, "Barkeep, gimme a martooni." <br /> <br />The bartender goes back and fixes her a martini. She downs it and says, "Barkeep, gimme another martooni." So he goes back and fixes her another martini. She downs that, and just sits there and doesn't say anything. <br /> <br />Finally after about 10 minutes bartender asks, "Would you like another?" <br /> <br />She says, "Oh, no, I got this terrible heartburn." <br /> <br />The bartender says, "Okay, there are three things wrong here: Number 1: It's <i>martini,</i> not <i>martooni.</i> Number 2: It's <i>bartender,</i> not <i>barkeep,</i> and Number 3: You're not having heartburn, your boob's in the ash tray." <br /> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T10:11:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Cyanide]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/cyanide.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A nice, calm & respectable young woman went into a pharmacy, looked the pharmacist straight into his eyes & said, "I would like to buy some cyanide." <br> <br>The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?" <br> <br>The woman replied, "I need it to poison my husband." <br> <br>The pharmacist's eyes got big & he exclaimed, "Lord, have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband! That's against the law! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen! No!! You <em>CANNOT</em> have any cyanide!" <br> <br>The woman reached into her purse & pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. <br> <br>The pharmacist looked at the picture & replied, "Well, now, that's different... You didn't tell me you had a prescription."  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T02:11:56-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Good For A Few Giggles...]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/good_for_a_few_giggles.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>For those who love the philosophy of hypocrisy and ambiguity: <br> <br>1. Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things. <br> <br>2. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes? <br> <br>3. The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.  <br> <br>4. What if there were no hypothetical questions? <br> <br>5. If a deaf person swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap? <br> <br>6. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation? <br> <br>7. Is there another word for synonym? <br> <br>8. Where do forest rangers go to "get away from it all?" <br> <br>9. What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant? <br> <br>10. If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages? <br> <br>11. Would a fly without wings be called a walk? <br> <br>12. Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them? <br> <br>13. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked? <br> <br>14. Can vegetarians eat animal crackers? <br> <br>15. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to start speaking? <br> <br>16. Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines? <br> <br>17. How do they get deer to cross the road only at those yellow road signs? <br> <br>18. What was the best thing before sliced bread? <br> <br>19. One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people. <br> <br>20. Does the Little Mermaid wear an algebra? <br> <br>21. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery? <br> <br>22. How is it possible to have a civil war? <br> <br>23. If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest drown, too? <br> <br>24. If you ate both pasta and antipasto, would you still be hungry? <br> <br>25. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done? <br> <br>26. Whose cruel idea was it for the word "Lisp" to have "S" in it? <br> <br>27. If you spin an oriental man in a circle three times does he become disoriented? <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T04:11:53-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Pregnant Turkey Story]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/pregnant_turkey_story.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>LOL!</em>  One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the traditional feast.  Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store. <br> <br>When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven. <br> <br>When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. <br> <br>With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry. <br> <br>It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs! (Yep, SHE'S BLONDE!) <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T04:11:37-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Love Letter]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/love_letter.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p> <div align="center"> I will seek and I shall find you.   <br />   <br />I shall take you to bed and have my way with you   <br />   <br />I will make you ache, shake &amp; sweat until you moan &amp; groan.   <br />   <br />I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.   <br />   <br />I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.   <br />   <br />And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.   <br />   <br /> All My Love,   <br />   <br />The Flu   <br />   <br />   <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/theflu.gif">   <br /> </div> <br />@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-27T05:11:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The Best Genie Story EVER]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/the_best_genie_story_ever.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A Husband takes his wife to play her first game of golf. Of course, the wife promptly hacked her first shot right through the window of the biggest house adjacent to the course. <br> <br>The husband cringed, "I warned you to be careful! Now we'll have to go up there, find the owner, apologize and see how much your lousy drive is going to cost us." <br> <br>So the couple walked up to the house and knocked on the door. <br> <br>A warm voice said, "Come on in." <br> <br>When they opened the door they saw the damage that was done: glass was all over the place, and a broken antique bottle was lying on its side near the broken window. <br> <br>A man reclining on the couch asked, "Are you the people that broke my window?" <br>  <br>"Uh... yeah, sir... We're sure sorry about that," the husband replied. <br> <br>"Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually I want to thank you. You see, I'm a genie, and I've been trapped in that bottle for a thousand years.  Now that you've released me, I'm allowed to grant three wishes.  I'll give you each one wish, but if you don't mind, I'll keep the last one for myself." <br> <br>"Wow, that's great!" the husband said. <br> <br>He pondered a moment and blurted out, "I'd like a million dollars a year for the rest of my life." <br> <br>"No problem," said the genie, "You've got it, it's the least I can do. And I'll guarantee you a long, healthy life!" <br> <br>He turned to the wife. "And now you, young lady, what do you want?" the genie asked. <br> <br>"I'd like to own a gorgeous home complete with servants in every country in the world," she said. <br> <br>"Consider it done," the genie said. "And your homes will always be safe from fire, burglary and natural disasters!" <br> <br>"And now," the couple asked in unison, "What's your wish, genie?" <br> <br>" Well, since I've been trapped in that bottle and haven't been with a woman in more than a thousand years, my wish is to have sex with your wife." <br> <br>The husband looked at his wife and said, "Gee, honey, you know we both now have a fortune, and all those houses, what do you think?" <br> <br>She mulled it over for a few moments and said, "You know, you're right. Considering our good fortune, I guess I wouldn't mind, but what about you, honey?" <br> <br>"You know I love you sweetheart," said the husband. "I'd do the same for you!" <br> <br>So the genie and the woman went upstairs where they spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other. <br> <br>After about three hours of non-stop sex, the genie rolled over and looked directly into her eyes and asked, "How old are you and your husband?" <br> <br>"Why, we're both 35," she responded breathlessly. <br> <br>"No Kidding!" He said, "Thirty-five years old and both of you still believe in genies?" <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;- </p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-28T11:11:23-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Never Give Up Your Wine]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/never_give_up_your_wine.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A woman was walking down the street when she was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked her for a couple of dollars for dinner. <br> <br>The woman took out her bill fold, extracted ten dollars and asked, "If I give you this money, will you buy some wine with it instead of dinner?" <br> <br>"No, I had to stop drinking years ago," the homeless woman replied. <br> <br>"Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?" the woman asked. <br> <br>"No, I don't waste time shopping", the homeless woman said. "I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive." <br> <br>"Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?" the woman asked. <br> <br>"Are you NUTS!" exclaimed the homeless woman. "I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!" <br> <br>"Well," said the woman, "I'm not going to give you the money. Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my hubby and myself tonight." <br> <br>The homeless Woman was astounded. "Won't your hubby be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting." <br> <br>The woman replied, "That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and wine." <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-28T11:11:06-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Fathead]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/fathead.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>A husband, wife and a son walk into an ice-cream shop.  The dad says "I'll have a chocolate."   <br> <br>The wife says "I'll have a vanilla." <br> <br>Then the dad slaps his son in the back of the head and says "What do you want, Fathead?" <br> <br>The lady helping them says "Why did you hit him in the back of the head and call him Fathead?" <br> <br>The husband says, "There are three things in life a man wants: The first thing is a nice big truck.  And you see that nice big truck sitting there outside? That's my nice truck!!! The second thing in life a man wants is a nice big house.  Have you seen that nice big house on top of the hill on the edge of town? That's my big house!!! The third thing in life a man wants is a nice tight pussy, and I had that until Fathead came along!!!"  <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-28T11:11:07-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[Office Memo]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/office_memo.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p>Please note that at this year's Christmas party there will be only one drink per person, please bring your own cup. <br> <br><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/cups.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-28T12:11:41-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[T-Shirts Wal-Mart Wouldn't Sell]]></title>
  <link>http://bluerobyn.mindsay.com/tshirts_walmart_wouldnt_sell.mws</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<p><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts1.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts2.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts3.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts4.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts5.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts6.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts7.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts8.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts9.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts10.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts11.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts12.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts13.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts14.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts15.jpg"> <br> <br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/walshirts16.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-28T12:11:47-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[New Throw]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p>Check out this new throw that I just bought online for our bed.  It's frickin sweet! I've been looking for one everywhere but I finally found it.  I just hope nothing gets spilled on it! <br> <center><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/blue_robyn/mindsay/newthrow.jpg"> </center> <br> <br>@-&gt;-&gt;-</p>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-11-28T12:11:27-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[No Captions Neccessary...]]></title>
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  <author>BlueRobyn</author>
  <dc:date>2006-12-01T11:12:40-05:00</dc:date>
  <title><![CDATA[The ABC's Of Ex-Girlfriends]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<p><em>This is hilarious!</em> <br> <br><strong>A</strong> <br>Is for <em>Arteries.</em> You know, the things that your ex-girlfriend ripped out because she really didn't care for you, you twit. She was only after your money and could have given a shit about you. <br> <br><strong>B</strong> <br>Is for <em>Bitter.</em> Who, me?? No way. I really hope things between them do work out. I hope they get married and have 2 children that are little devils and her hips get huge and his eyebrows finally grow completely together and they get fat and old together and then DIE!! <br> <br><strong>C</strong> <br>Is for <em>Call ya later.</em> She won't. She never has before. <br> <br><strong>D</strong> <br>Is for <em>Dumped.</em> Does D need to be explained? <br> <br><strong>E</strong> <br>Is for <em>Eating like a pig.</em> Remember when you took her out and she said "I'm not hungry" so you figured you could take her to a nice place because you were able to afford a nice meal at this fine restaurant. Then she ate more than your Uncle Roy (you remember Uncle Roy - the one with the mustard stains on everything?). So you flip the bill and are broke for the next two weeks and she wonders why you were unable to call her that week and go see movies. <br> <br><strong>F</strong> <br>Is for <em>Friends.</em> That is what she just wants to be. As if you can even stand to look at her. <br> <br><strong>G</strong> <br>Is for <em>Gun.</em> And yes there is a waiting period. <br> <br><strong>H</strong> <br>Is for <em>Horny.</em> Remember when she looked nice and even had a personality? Well, you figure it out. <br> <br><strong>I</strong> <br>Stands for <em>I still hate her.</em> Odds are I always will, unless she calls me and offers me favors. <br> <br><strong>J</strong> <br>Stands for <em>Jim.</em> This is her new boyfriend. Doesn't Jim have a nice car ? Doesn't Jim have a good job? Why does Jim want to date her? I think Jim could do much better. I hate Jim. Jim is my mortal enemy. <br> <br><strong>K</strong> <br>Stands for <em>Kill.</em> 'Nuff said. <br> <br><strong>L</strong> <br>Is for <em>Love.</em> It's a great euphoric feeling that exists between two people and is shared upon by both parties. <br> <br><strong>L</strong> <br>Is also for <em>Lunatic.</em> Lunatics are crazy. Lunatics are the last people that actually believe in love. <br> <br><strong>M</strong> <br>Stands for <em>Mephistophiles.</em> That is who she worked for. <br> <br><strong>N</strong> <br>Stands for <em>Necropheliac.</em> She didn't move very much, did she? <br> <br><strong>O</strong> <br>Is for <em>On top.</em> When on top she has another O word. <br> <br><strong>P</strong> <br>Is for <em>Pill.</em> She said she was on it. She lied. She is now sueing you for a few hundred bucks a month. <br> <br><strong>Q</strong> <br>Is for <em>Quitter.</em> She couldn't last. <br> <br><strong>R</strong> <br>Is for <em>Rich little Bitch.</em> She bought my love but I paid for it. <br> <br><strong>S</strong> <br>Stands for <em>Suffer.</em> That's what she made me do. <br> <br><strong>T</strong> <br>Is for <em>Torture.</em> Torture is what she did. She tortured you with the truth. She also tortured you with lies. <br> <br><strong>U</strong> <br>Is for <em>Understatement.</em> Saying you hate that bitch is an understatement. <br> <br><strong>V</strong> <br>Is for <em>Voluptuous.</em> That is the primamry reason you were dating her in the first place. <br> <br><strong>W</strong> <br>Stands for <em>Whine.</em> She was a pro at this. <br> <br><strong>X</strong> <br>Is for <em>Xylophone.</em> Because X is always for xylophone. <br> <br><strong>Y</strong> <br>Stands for <em>You suck!</em> Remember when she yelled that at you? <br> <br><strong>Z</strong> <br>Stands for <em>Zipper.</em> This is what you got your hair stuck in while trying to get dressed too quickly while she yelled "QUICK! They're home!" <br> <